Artagan-Sionn Urquhart

It's official, I've been completely defiled. I don't know what was wrong with me for the past few days or worst, exactly what did I do and don't tell me, I don't want to know but it won't happen again. Ever.

There's drool on my left arm, grim and glitter in my hair and I swear, those pink stains all over my bed had better be melted candyfloss or juice... nevermind, I can't sleep on it anymore. I can't even be near it.

Addison, I'm holding you responsible, I thought you were my friend. Why didn't you protect me from... whatever happened?

Those who says today's trip was good, I completely disagree with you.

I got manhandled. Grabbed at by the foul and sweaty brutes they call security. How was I supposed to know we were not allowed to step over the red lined lights? There was no bloody sign and it wasn't like I was going to touch anything. I never touch anything.

I'm going to need a long bath. No one use the prefect's bathroom, it's going to be occupied for the next three hours.

It’s Valentine’s Day again and I feel obliged to share my requests on this holiday with you all. Please feel very encouraged to meet them.

→ Don’t block hallways with your snogging, there are plenty of cupboards for you to use.

→ Don’t leave bodily fluids anywhere if you attempt to make use of the cupboards, that would be disgusting and I don’t think Filch cleans his tools before using them.

→ Surprise valentine traps are a bad idea, the wrong person might step on them and you don’t want Trelawney making googoo eyes at you. Ignore this if you do.

→ Red & white and obscene colours of pink is frightening, please refrain from over decorating yourselves.

→ Boys of the seventh year Slytherins, please, no sleep over guests.


That is all.

I'm not sure whether I should feel pleased or offended I was mistaken to be some Parliament member's son. I guess, if one eludes the aura of success one would naturally captivate people. Nevertheless, the reporter should be more than pleased with the story I offered, I'm not sure who this Charles Darling is supposed to be, but I'm sure his son would believe in an ideally clean world. Anti-bacterial potions should be utilized before every meal, on every piece of furniture and preferably before and after handshakes.

I do hate handshakes, why does everyone insist on thrusting their hands to me or clapping me on the shoulder? Do I wear a sign on my head that says, "Touch Me"?

The Ministry was an interesting experience to say the least. I do however, hope what I saw yesterday isn't how they're usually run on a daily basis. I would greatly fear the future of our society if that were the case.

The Muggle-Worthy Excuse committee in particular, some of the excuses they showed us was beyond realistic, even for a wizard. I imagine whatever poor Muggle they use them on will have their friends believing them to be liars rather than having their memory addled with. Astonishing how lies are the pillars that structure our world.

Enough with that though, I feel compelled to pen in more revision hours after hearing them explain the glories and failures from NEWTs.

(  I met you in a corner of the world, the rain dripping down our cheeks / Someday this life will come to an end, and if I can, I'd like to have you )