June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
The small leather bound journal holds not only the silent observations, but the secrets that Bryce King will entrust in no one. His journal is protected from even touch, making it impossible for the unwelcome to even hold it. However, if anyone did delve into the depths of the book, it would be astounding if they could ever decipher the untidy scrawl that Bryce has characterized has his own.
Merlin, what is the deal with Professor Mitchell? Honestly. I overheard another conversation today, this time between a couple of Slytherin third years, about how "gorgeous" and "irresistable" Professor Mitchell is. Do they honestly think that they have a chance with him? He's a teacher! Let alone over ten years older than them! It's one of the most pathetic displays I've ever seen in my entire life. Makes me want to bloody gag.
I talked with Armand and Maeve about the Halloween Masque today, and I realized I haven't even thought about dates and who I would bring. Unless I want to go alone, I better start thinking about it soon.
Professor McGonagall collapsed at the Sunday Feast today. Everyone seemed really worried about it; maybe they think she's going to die. I could really care less to be honest. She's old. Old people tend to collapse and have bad things happen to them on a frequent basis. It's nothing to lose sanity over.
I have a date to the Masque now, it seems. Slytherin 6th year Carsa Monvé. Quite the catch if I must say so myself. I don't know what really came over me, but one second she was talking about humping somone's leg for coffee, I was saying she could hump mine with no guarantee, Armand threw his traditional humiliating remark, and then I told Carsa I had someone in mind that I wanted to ask. In which she replied saying it was settled and that we would go to the Masque together. The strangest thing of it all was that, well, it seemed like she wanted me to ask her, and she got me to ask her so easily. That and I think I may actually like her, in more than a physical sense. That's not a crime, right? Just a bit...weird I suppose.
As a completely random note I think I'll give Armand something extra special for his birthday. A potion that makes him unable to talk for an entire week. It would do everyone a great favor.
The Halloween Masque took place last night. What a bloody disaster. I went with Carsa, she was beautiful as Cleopatra. But an anti-magical barrier hit the Three Broomsticks, all the lights went out in all of Hogsmeade, all magic stopped, and the snake that Carsa had on her costume bit her. It was a venemous snake. She could have died.
I carried her back to the school to the Hospital Wing as fast as I could, and she's alright now. But...well, she told me that she loved me. And I returned the sentiment. Why do I bloody feel this way? This isn't good. I can't be in love with Carsa, because if I was, then that would mean she has control over me. And no one, I repeat bloody NO ONE has control over me. I can't love, it only leads to getting hurt.
No, I don't love Carsa. How could I ever say something like that? I was just caught up in the situation. Yes, that had to be it. Me? In love. Just the thought of that is laughable.
Insanity is a curse. So is hatred. I bloody hate this fucking world.
Well, Happy Birthday Armand D'Angelo. Way to turn eighteen with a fucking bang. Seriously.
Armand decided he wanted a birthday party. A huge birthday party that everyone in the entire bloody school was invited to. And I swear to Merlin, nearly everyone in the entire school DID come. I even saw that bloody arrogant Pence boy getting two first year Gryffindors drunk. What a prat.
I spent some time with Carsa until she left to talk to some other guy from her classes, so I went off and "mingled". Weird, I know. I never mingle. But the fact that Carsa was off talking to some other guy made me realize that I HAD to talk to another girl or else it would look like I was some whipped idiot just waiting for her to get back. So I met this girl Nikki Emerson who transferred from Durmstrang. I won't lie, she's an attractive girl.
Anyways Armand achieved his life-long goal of snogging with Trey, but for some reason Pence freaked out about it. I think it's because Trey was supposedly dating Cory Weiss. Not sure. I don't exactly try to keep up with all of the stupid things that happen at Hogwarts. Anyways, Pence went mental, started punching Trey, and the next thing you know, everyone is getting involved, hexes are flying everywhere...complete chaos.
Someone tipped off the teachers, and they showed up at the scene of the crime to break the fight up. Everyone tried to blame everyone else for what happened and eventually everyone involved in the fight got a weeks worth of detention, and now everyone hates each other. What a shame.
Armand. No. He will never be my friend again. That bloody fucking bastard. How could he? Not only is he breaking every rule of prestige that the Slytherin house prides themselves in, he has the damn nerve to pretend that what he's doing isn't wrong.
He's dating Lucian Fucking Bishop. Okay so one thing it's wrong. I've known Armand's been a bisexual ever since we started being friends and I've lived with it, but it's always made feel a bit...awkward if you know what I mean. Merlin, it's just not normal. But it was one thing when he was messing around with Trey. At least Trey is a Slytherin. Not the most respectable of one, the stupid prat, but still. Still a Slytherin. Lucian Fucking Bishop is a fifth year bloody HUFFLEPUFF. It's wrong. Nothing will ever make this situation right.
So I confronted him about it. And he punched me in the bloody face and gave me a fucking broken nose. At least he broke a couple of fingers. But Merlin, it turned into a kind of big fight and Professor Tyrno ended up coming in and breaking it up. But guess what our punishment is? To heal without magic in the Hospital Wing with each other. This is going ot be SO unbearable. I mean, I have to wear this stupid nose-splint thing! It's ridiculous. If only I knew how to do healer stuff I would fix myself and be on my bloody way.
I've decided something. Well, realized more so. When Carsa said that she loved me in the Hospital Wing on Halloween, it scared the bloody shit out of me to say it back. Why? Because opening yourself up to feelings only leads you to getting hurt. Feelings, they aren't good for anything.
Except now I'm starting to realize that they are. Without them I wouldn't feel so amazing around Carsa. I mean, Merlin, I feel so completely me, and for once it doesn't feel like that's a bad thing. All of my life Bryce King was a bad name, a bad person, and someone that I haven't wanted to be. For the one fact that Carsa loves me, I've wanted to be myself. Why would I ever want to be someone else when the love of the one girl that is worth more than the world is placed right here, right on Bryce King? I wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world. Why?
Because I love Carsa. There you have it. I love her. I love her more than anything in the world. I love her more than anyone in my family, more than any of my friends, more than anything. She's become my best friend, the one person that I can confide everything in, and I can't imagine ever loving anyone else ever, ever again.
Which is why I've made a decision. I want to spend the rest of my life with Carsa Monvé. I want to wake up next to her every single morning, I want her to be the last voice I hear before I fall asleep at night, I want her to be the one person I will devote all my time and effort to to make things work. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I want the rest of my life to start now. I want to marry her. Yes, at age eighteen, I want to get married. Why wait when I already know that there is no one else after Carsa? I love her. I LOVE HER!
Yes, I'm going to propose to her. I don't care if she thinks it's too fast, I'll convince her otherwise. We don't have to get married right away, maybe wait until I graduate. Or until she graduates. Really, whatever she wants. I just want her to know that she is all I want for the rest of my life, and I want to know that she feels the same way.
Re: [[Silent]] Observations -- Bryce KingEntry Seven Point Five: December 24, 2008
Wow. That was immensely simple to figure out.
Oh, right. Introductions. Hi, your usual entertainer, Bryce King, is currently unavailable so I, Armand D'Angelo-Crestemere, will be filling in for the time being. Actually, Bry-Bry just left his diary on his little table and I've been staring at it for the past few days and I just couldn't help myself. It was calling to me, it really was. It was just sitting there and the pages were talking to me, saying, "Read us! Write in us! So Bryce, it's not my fault. Not to get all Donnie Darko on you, but they made me do it. I swear.
And yes, I am perfectly aware that I am basically signing my death warrant by writing in this. I could have just read all your little secrets and put it back where it was, but look! I'm so honest that I'm admitting to the crime that I've done. Not to mention I really didn't expect all my little tinkerings would actually get passed your little block. You must work on that.
Anyway, since I'm going to die by the hands of Bryce King in a matter of weeks, I might as well get down to analyzing all this rubbish, huh? Well, first of all, I resent you saying that a potion that would make me unable to talk would benefit everyone. People love to hear me talk. I mean, come on. I'm a great talker. My voice is like, listening to sodding angels singing. And, I talk about very important things. Like that time at that one New Year's Party! The whole conversation about who was the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette or Jennifer Love. Now there was an important conversation, okay.
Changing subjects... Look at this picture I found!
Yes, I am aware that pasting this is going to earn me a few more weeks of physical and mental suffering, but I think it's worth it. Didn't think you'd let anyone take a picture of you when you had your broken nose. Hell, I thought you'd stab everyone's eyes if they even looked at you. But what can I say? You're adorable. Even with that splint. Such a pretty little face. Haha. I wish I was as photogenic as you are.
Anyway, I want to comment and say that maybe you could right something remotely happy once in a while? Or maybe something funny? I mean, serious stuff is good, but don't be such a girl, Bryce. I mean, put something in here once in a while that wouldn't be found in a girl's diary. Like... a sexual fantasy or a list of girls you would do if you had the chance. Or like, a joke of the entry. Here, I'll even start you out:
So there's this piece of butter and he thinks to himself, "I’m not doing very well in life so I really want to start making ends meet and progressing." So he jumps onto half a slice of bread and he thinks, "Oh yeah, this is quite good, this half a slice of bread. But I still think I could do better in life." So he jumps onto a full slice of bread. "This is amazing," he thinks. "I’m really living the high life." But he thinks, "I could still go further." So he jumps unto a slice of toast and, "This is a very, very comfortable slice of toast." It’s just like absolute luxury. But he thinks, "I could still go further in life," so he jumps onto the next thing. And by now he’s thinking, "Okay, I’ve lived a very good life, I think it’s about time I wrapped everything up," and he starts to walk away, but his friend calls out, "Oh no, don’t stop now. You’re on a roll."
Good, huh? Come on. It's so much better than cussing me out and professing your undying love for people all the time.
I absolutely despise Armand D'Angelo. Just because someone leaves their bloody journal out in the open doesn't mean that you read it...
Okay so I would read his if he put it on a silver platter like that. But whatever. He's lucky I've been in a good mood recently or I would return the favor and break his bloody nose.
And what, you didn't know that I cuss about you and confess my undying love to Carsa? You're a lot thicker than I thought, Armand. A lot, lot thicker.
Fucking die Armand. I love you, Carsa. Just for old time's sake, right Armand?
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