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[jeitaken]

*limps back to his bunk and throws himself flat on his stomach, burying his face in the thin pillow until most of the other inmates are asleep; then gradually draws his journal out of a slit in his mattress and begins to write with a plain Muggle pen*

If I could use magic here, I would bring heaven's wrath down upon his stinking head. I am not the only one who wants to, but no one else will dare. There is no reason for him -- no reason--

A time will come. A time will come. A time will come.


I think my crab is dead.....

*hides his face in his arms and tries to stop his shoulders from shaking*

Comments

Re: Private

[bitchofawitch.livejournal.com]

...The proctor?

...Who the hell is that?

Re: Private

[jeitaken.livejournal.com]

He's in charge. The other ones are in the offices all the time.