A Journal Bleeding Ink
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 | x..-. | A TEARDROP OF MEMORIES This journal belongs to Lyanna Oak. If that is not your name, please do do not continue to the next page, it is for your own good. That said, it was given to Lyanna by her father on September 1st, 2024, before her journey to Hogwarts marking the start of her first year began. Since then, she has always brought the journal with her wherever she went and written in it almost every day. It is one of her prized possessions, not because of its value but because of the memories stored inside, and her own memories of writing in it even in the hardest moments of her never-ending adventures. | x..-. |
powerful is not the rich or the wealthy,⠀⠀───────────────────────{Description}OLyanna's journal is medium-sized, perfect to take with you in a backpack or school bag, and is not heavy. It is brown and leather-bound and has a black print of a compass in the middle and a small black print in each corner. To make sure no one can read it except Lyanna, it also has a key, and if anyone tries to read it anyway by casting a charm on it, all the pages go blank and only the first page, the page you are reading right now, is still readable, until it is in the possession of its rightful owner again. It is smooth and the leather never gets old, and has a useful dark-blue bookmark.
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powerful is the words in a book.x.most code by draven mirador
↳ edited by lyanna oak
↳ edited by lyanna oak
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A New Start
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| ─20:44 PM • Monday | September 02, 2024 |
Dormitory • 30°C─ |
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Dear journal,
Today I went to my first classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was awesome! I already made some new friends, all the subjects I've done so far have been very interesting. This morning I explored the Trophy Room and the Library, two very interesting places, each with a history of its own. I'm also a member of one of the two Hufflepuff girls' dorms, the Badger Bungalow, the place I am now while writing in this brand new journal. It's all so cozy and nice, all the people I've met so far are friendly.
Usually people underestimate us Hufflepuffs, but that's not right. Loyalty, friendship and trust are all important in life, more than any of the fellows from the other houses could ever imagine, you can't live without them. Working hard is also important of course, and so is fairness. All the things that the house I was sorted in is most known for.
And still, why do I feel like I don't know if the house I was placed in is the right house for me? I've always been a mix between a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, I still am and will probably always be. So why did the famous Sorting Hat name me a Hufflepuff? Why are the dorms mostly yellow and not red?
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code inspired by Elvenia Moonshadow's journal
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Nightmares recorded
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| ─22:36 PM • Wednesday | September 04, 2024 |
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Dear journal,
Things happen. Mostly they pass, only memories after a while and nothing more. But sometimes... sometimes they haunt you. Day after day, nights on end of no sleep. Because when you fall asleep, you're followed by nightmares.
It's different though. Nothing had happened, nothing that I can recall. And this was before the school year started, the sleepless nights of being afraid of dreaming. Although they seem to be fading into bad memories now, slowly dissipating from my daily life, I will always remember. And so I've decided I need to find out more- it makes no sense. What is the cause of the nightmares, why was I being haunted? Is it just me, or-
Nightmares hurt. They wake you, tear you down, and become worse when you finally manage to sleep again. You need sleep, but nightmares are bad for you. Where's the logic? Where did my life end, and how did it begin again so suddenly?
Nightmares again. Of receiving nightmares. Of never waking up. Seeing myself in a 70s movie roll running. Always running. Where did it all go? Nobody really understands, do they?
It is almost eleven pm now. I am out after curfew, in the grounds, and still I am unafraid. Unafraid of getting caught, of serving detention, I mean. Because I woke up afraid. Or, actually, scratch that- I never fell asleep. Tossing and turning in my ever-so-yellow dorm, don't even mention the others' snoring.
Usually I don't believe in fate, in destiny. But I sure wish that this weren't mine.
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code inspired by Elvenia Moonshadow's journal
| xxxxx | ⊹✧𝖫𝖸𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖠 ~ ency ☼ 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 ☼ |
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⊹ Sta 6 | Eva 10 | Str 7 | Wis 4 | Arc 4 | Acc 10 ⊹ ─── ‿︵˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˓ ︵ ‿ ─── |
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