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I don't know if we are still be assessed with this journaling project, considering that so many of us have stopped using it lately. But I suppose NEWTs revision is far more important, and it just seems redundant now, considering that 'we are all getting along nicely' and 'establishing inter-house relationships' and all those other things we were supposed to accomplish. Though it only took us two years, hah.
I just thought I'd make this last effort before I fully submerge into revision, June is not that far away, now.
Though I don't have much to say, unless you'd like to know it was my brother's birthday yesterday, and he's just gotten his first broomstick. He says he's going to try out for the Ravenclaw team next year, as a Keeper. Big dreams of playing with the Falcons, has Charlie, ever since meeting Roger Davies a few months back. He talks nonstop about this, that and every other thing, and I swear his gregarity may be contagious. I've never been in a better frame of mind, highly stressful and all-important exams nonwithstanding. The general mood around here is lighter, I can't help but feel optimistic about things now.
And it's funny that Tony should inquire about our prospects after the school year, because this morning at breakfast I recieved a letter from Mum about a job in a second hand bookstore in Soho. All I have to do, apparently, is mind the place on the odd occasion, and, get this, under no circumstances am I to sell anything. It's only for the summer break at the moment, I'd have some time to work on my Great and As Yet Untitled Novel at last, so I can't wait. It's not a job at the Ministry, or tracking dragons in Hungary, but it's a start, right? I don't know what I'm going to do about a flat, I'd certainly love to move out one of home these days, I'm sure something will come up. :D
Anyway. it's been a strange experience using this thing again, though I do have to rush off and make some kind of dent in my Arithmancy while I'm thinking about it. If anyone wants me, I'll be in my usual spot in the library, hiding behind the statue of Frances the Frantic, three dozen text books and as many Chocolate Frogs, and I may or may not be humming.
Lisa.
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