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.
A purple book lies under a bed, seemingly abandoned. The cover is worn and faded and on the front says 'US Army Marines - Five Year Diary'. There is a small lock on the diary, broken and missing a key.
The book is guarded by a charm, a simple one, preventing anyone but her from reading it. It can probably be broken, but she doesn't really mind if anyone reads it.
Today Luce sent me this diary. He says it's really old and interesting. I guess he means for me to write in it. So I will. Nothing much has happened, not worth writing about anyway. This is just getting myself ready to write down the fantastic and amazing adventures I'm going to have and be the hero of. (Yes, hero, I hate heroine, it sounds like the muggle drug heroin when you say it, how cheap and sexist, I bet a man made that up.)
It was my birthday a couple of weeks ago, I'm now 15. Whoop-dee-freakin-do. Nothing at all happened on my birthday, I doubt anyone knows it was, I don't remember telling one, I doubt anyone cares. I want to go home. I want Lucian. I don't care if I sound like a baby, I want him.
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Aleandra Pryce
5th Year Gryffindor The Slow One
Re: The Memories of Aly PryceDear Diary - February 13
Because of a lack of anything else to do I am writing in my diary again. I think I shall be talking to it/you a lot so I will name you and pretend you are a real person. I will call you Kit. Don't ask me why, but that is now your name.
Nothing interesting has happened, except I didn't get a date for the Valentines Ball. I know I know it's totally unexpected but still it would have been nice. I have a beautiful dress though. Luce sent it to me. I didn't know he had such taste! Maybe I will get him to do all my shopping. *evil grin* That is to show that I'm grinning evilly at the thought of him trailing around Goth shops in his brightly coloured robes looking at skulls and stuff.
I have been working pretty well at my schoolwork and I haven't been yelled at yet. Maybe next entry I will start writing or sticking in the letters I write and receive but not this one. I'm tired and the Ball is tomorrow.
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