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[20 Jun 2008|06:14pm] |
Nothing...
This isn't...
I shouldn't cry
I should be feeling something
I don't know what to say. I've been...a zombie for the past few weeks. Mum won't stop crying, even George is unusually quiet. I don't blame him. He probably feels like some part of him has been ripped from him. When..when they told me Fred died, I just...I don't really remember. Dad tells me I collapsed. That I went completely blank and just fell. He's my big brother and I'll never see him again. Whats worse is well ALL still see him every time we look at George. And that's a scary thought. I should be greatful that so many of my family has survived, that I survived a brush with Bellatrix, but I'm not. So many of our friends are gone. Little Colin, dead...I just, it hurts to think about them all and I dont want to hurt anymore. It was enough when I saw...when we all saw that Harry had died. I don't...I try not to think about him. I have to be strong for mum.
Neville, can we...get together? All of us and go to the memorial together?
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| Hexed to those in the hideout |
[02 May 2008|11:09am] |
( hexed heavily private )
I've been neglecting this. I'll be honest, I lost it amongst my things. I decided I needed to clean and rearrange, and in the process...well, I misplaced a lot. I suppose I should stop being so scatterbrained, but lately I haven't had the mind to really keep anything in it's place.
Speaking of cleaning....we should all pitch in, yes?
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