Waiting for a ring isn't supposed to be nerve-wracking, but I'm pretty sure my nerves are thoroughly wracked.

Yep.

I think I got asked out last night. By a boy. A pretty one. But he has boy bits, I'm sure. Merlin'sbeardwhatdoIdo.

There was a glass case surrounding him. It was there the first day we stepped onto Hogwarts grounds. He was quiet, overly cautious, and paranoid. He'd hide behind his hair in class, keeping close to his parchment as he took notes, and he wouldn't look at me whenever I asked him a question I already knew the answer to. I simply wanted to see if he was at all capable of making human eye contact, and it became sort of a game James and I played with him. It was fun for a while; James and I didn't bother concealing the fact that we laughed at him for his strangeness. But slowly, we started seeing method to the madness, and that madness drew us in.

I'm drowning in it now.

He eventually let down his guard, learned to trust and to welcome others in. I was never the sort to wipe my feet at the door and I suppose I dirtied him up a bit. He started joining in on our jokes, telling some himself occasionally, and before any of us realized the four of us were weaved together, inseparable. Only now we are separated, but only by distance. I still feel their threads intertwined with mine.

{Lyricism is overrated. That, and Prongs would laugh himself to his grave if he knew the poetic tripe I'm capable of. So I'll keep these to myself.}

Tangent aside, the glass case has returned. This time, however, I think I was the one who put it up. Somehow it feels safer, but at the same time, it's suffocating. I've never been unsure before. And now I don't know what I know.

How am I supposed to keep breathing when I've been thrown out to sea?

But like a wise man said, I'd rather be here than on land.

{Filtered: Andromeda Tonks}

Andie. Was just wondering how you've been. And such. How's Ted? And Nymph? Blah blah small talk okay I need advice some perspective. You're good at this sort of thing.

So, last night, Remus and I went to see a film. It was my first one and it was just the two of us...which was all right as he's my mate and there's nothing wrong with seeing films with one's mates okay. Right. We sat near the back, which was probably because he'd thought I'd do something to embarrass him, which I didn't, for once, because I can be civilised if I want to. We've had a lifetime of training, after all. Anyway, Things happened, and I'm contemplating jumping into a lake a bit confused. So tell me if you see this and if you can be bothered. Thanks, love.

So who's up for a film that doesn't involve poncy deer princes?

Oi. You. The coward without a face. Better believe the only reason you're still breathing is because it was naught but a pathetic cock charm. Next time you try tampering with gifts and sending them to my mates in my name, I'll sniff your manky arse out and bury you with bollocks down your throat. Then piss on your grave for a laugh, since you most likely fancy yourself a right riot. And if that's your idea of mischief? Budge up. You haven't the slightest who you're dealing with.

Well. This is just my week, innit. My head feels like it's splinched in ten places and I'm famished. Think I'll eat my head to take care of both at once. Then Sheep can have the rest of me for supper.

Congratulations, Prongs, mate. That's just. This is. Yeah.

Can nobody take a bleeding joke these days? Somebody might as well stick a pair of breasts on each of them for all their girly shite. At least they'd be something to look at, then. Haven't seen a hair of the lot for ages. Just as well. They have their own lives, that much is blatant, innit. As do I.

Think I'll go down to the pub and see what's what. Better than here. Anywhere's better than here.

Thought I'd gotten away from that.

SHITE SODDING BUGGERY TWAT

The tele won't do as I say. The prongy bits keep sparking whenever I try to stuff it in the hole, and as fascinating as the dancing lights are, it somehow doesn't bode very well. The ideology of kicking it until it works does not, in fact, work. Therefore, I give it up. Never let it be said I wasn't valiant in my attempts.

So, apparently, my friends have all forgotten me. Not a how-do or a peep from any of them in ages. I suppose it's understandable, what with those job things they have. But to forget my birthday? It's been over a month. I should've stopped waiting for something a long time ago. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE. This growing up business is bollocks. Here's to faffing about!

Are eggs supposed to be green? Eh, I suppose it can't kill me.