I have too much under my cloak already.

Hiding things, protecting things, planning things- finding that half the conversations I have leave me either confused, regretful, or angry.

I wanted you to know that wasn't all I was interested in, Pansy, because it isn't.

I'm sorry if you felt pressured the other day, Millicent.

Blaise, Annie, Goyle- are you three too busy for me these days?

And if anyone at all is having trouble with Potions, they have but to ask.

I am so fucked.

I believe with every fiber of my being that the only way to accomplish the cause of the Death Eaters is to kill the Dark Lord.

Worse, I know what I'm going to do to try and get him killed. I know how to do it.

And then, of course, there's Parvati.

I have something else to write. Something important.

Fuck this shit.

Just... fuck.


Fuck.