Young Americans

9/6
Dear diary,
Where the hell is she? Svea has been gone all day, yesterday she wasn't here, but
I mean, Svea's always late, she lives with her senile Grandma. So I figured I'd
see her later on or something. But she's not here. Not in her bed when I woke
up, not at the table for any of the meals, and not in any of our classes. She's
my best friend damnit! If she doesn't show up I'll be surrounded by no one but
these morons It's weird, but I'm not close with most of my
housemates. Sure I cheer for the Quidditch team, (I prefer Quodpot but the
Quodpot teams we have suck) I wouldn't want Eaglewing or Delapin to win they'd
be strutting around and gloating the dicks they are. And hey we help each other out,
but...There's no one like Svea. She's clever, and she really knows how to have fun. And
you wouldn't know anything is wrong with her unless she opens her mouth,
unfortunate ssspeech impediment yessss, or takes off her shoes (her feet are webbed).
Thin, slender (not scrawny like me), high cheek bones, green eyes and blonde
hair. Her haircut is really hideous though Some kind of mother fucking pixie cut that
trapped in the 80's. It just wasn't the same today. After searching in vain for
her after breakfast, I sat down on fountain in the middle of campus. I really
like that fountain. Another piece of Greek Revival sculpture. With marble nymphs
giggling and gossiping, with marble river gods holding trumpets that shoot jets
of light pastel colored water. The marble twits didn't have clue where
she was.
The last place I saw Svea was right here. Hell, I should remember we we're
just hanging out and having a smoke by the fountain. I was singing ' Cruel
Sister', a folk song, Like I'm a fucking Queztalcorazo. I happen to like Folk
music and this one's cool
Anways, last year I had gotten
to my favorite part: "The Dark girl threw her sister o'r." That's when I usually
would try to push Svea in the fountain, for fun you know and she tries to run
away. I had her cornered that time and she fought back, but I managed to push
her in. She really howled about it. Then fell thrashing into the
water. She was angry at first then I guess her hands found some coins under all
the algae on the bottom….. she was happy about that. She found something else as
well: A beautiful intricately wrought golden choker. I wanted to hold it but Svea got all bitchy and wouldn’t let me. I thought about last year and Svea as I sat there on the fountain.
I must have been drifting off because I was singing that song to myself, at least I THOUGHT, I
was singing to myself. When I looked up everybody was staring at me, like I'm a
freak. Well, If I want to sing in public its my damned business not theirs!
They should mind their own fucking business!
After that I had potions with the Delapins, and I almost couldn't stand it, they are so such a bunch fucking spazs always talking and hyper.
And Macgraft, I mean his room in
the dungeons, but he doesn’t he take advantage of it, he tries to keep it looking
'cheerful' ugh, putting those stupid lava lamps everywhere! (1324: the law about potions never
being taught above ground level, is enacted preventing dangerous fumes from
spreading and keeping explosions from destroying more important parts of the
school buildings, Great history fact) I managed to complete my potion early, I
asked Mcgraft if I could use, the bathroom and never came back, he is such a
pussy. I snuck around to the more secluded part of the dungeons and lit up a clove,
in an empty passage. It wasn't half as fun with out Svea. I thought I was
alone, then I heard this strange scurrying noise in the darkness, I was on the verge of shouting lumos and find out what in fucking hell was running around down there.
Just as lifted my wand to cast the spell I knocked on my fucking ass, next
thing I know Sardonyx, that psycho animal is on my chest growling.
Sardonyx is a jackalope, what I have learned about them, is they are native to
north America, rabbits -expect with antlers, their SUPPOSED to be tame
and docile but Sardonyx doesn’t exactly conform to industry standards.
Sardonyx was used in magical laboratory testing and it totally warped her she’s jet black a monster, the size of a fucking DOG.
I tried to get my wand to curse the fucking thing tried to gore me.
Then I heard chuckling and it was Sardonyx's keeper Roxxie Mox, the bitch. She
thinks people almost getting mauled by her psychotic pets, is funny, bitch.
Or is she just laughing her ass off at me? She another person who hates me; the feeling is mutual.
When her laugh fest was over she finally decided to call the fucking beast off. She came out of the shadows, she used to scare the shit
out me in first year. Then I got taller and older I had the revelation that
there was nothing scary. Just a scrawny, pointy faced, four foot,
thirty-something, fatigues and combat boot wearing, dyke with a mullet.
This year I noticed she got a buzz cut and a strange scar going down her left cheek.
How'd she get that, scar? Most likely giving Onyx a bath. But at least the
mullet is gone; thank god for small blessings. After she got Sardonyx off me,
she offered to help me to my feet. I declined, telling her that I didn't want to
be felt up. She called me a homophobic brat and said that if wasn't for her,
ungrateful little punks like me, would be eaten by yetis. Yeah, so she's the
gamekeeper. I told her, something along lines of how I was wondering why the
hell wasn't she out in the mountains dealing with Yetis, instead of patrolling
the school for young women to finger fuck. And she told me it was none of my and
I quote 'FUCKING BUSINESS, I'M SAVING YOUR BONEY ASS!' and she left in a huff,
Sardonyx following. Not that I have anything against lesbians and such,
just her she's so creepy, and she's on this mountain surrounded by young girls and
why they hell isn't she outside?
I wanted to get another clove, reached for the pack and the fucking thing was
gone. I swear I heard something scuttling in the darkness. Whatever it was, I
didn't want to stay down there to play with it.
So I felt around, finding the secret passage up the library. A step ladder with
a trapdoor at the end. And wouldn't you know it my hair got snagged on a nail
the way up. A whole bunch of it, got ripped off- hurt like a bitch.
Disadvantage number one of having such long hair. And then someone was standing
on the trapdoor! Luckily it was Pike, and all I had to do is knock twice he got
off and gave me a hand up, very polite and smiling. Strange, I thought he was
holding a grudge against me.
The library is great, it looks like a library should; wood paneling, large
windows, desks and chairs and rows upon rows of books. In the daytime, it is
a very nice place to sit and read, at night it turned into a dark and shadowy,
place of nightmares. I prefer coming to the library at night. The restricted
section always has a strange a dark cloud hangs over it literally, and this
usually deters most students. Pike however, was going into the restricted
section. I guess he was doing some extra credit doing some extra credit research for
Professor Blake to get back on her good side.
Heh heh, I spotted Adiel, he was getting pummeled over the head with a book
by a chubby looking witch with a purple hat. What a fucking spaz. That
brightened up my day. For a moment.
I was to busy laughing at that when Professor Blake tapped me on the
shoulder. When I turned around I knew was in deep shit then. I had an ''Oh
fuck!'' reaction. She doesn't get all freaked out by that stuff, but I've never
seen her look so pissed at me. She ordered me down to her office, and we went
in silence. When I got there I looked at the clock, and I realized that I missed
the first two classes of the day, shit that sucked.
Blake isn't like some Professor who spends a hour B.S.ing about 'priorities' , and
'anti-social behavior' and all the rest of the touchy-feely, therapy crap.
She told me basically that I had better stop fucking around because A). There's
a chance I might fail (a slight one in my opinion) B). Hawk is just looking for
an excuse to get both of us. He hates Professor Blake, because, she's a
Wendigo, she's not afraid to tell him that he's an ass-hole,
and Blake’s a necromancer, so was his wife until she went crazy and set zombies on their children.
And Professor Hawk told her that she's part of the problem and that SHE can't
control her students or something like that right to her face and she called him
an arrogant prick. I would have loved to be the fly on that wall. Hawk also wants to expel me, as he always suggests that. The crappy part is a few
other Professors were starting to agree with him. They think I have 'discipline
problem' or some shit, yeah right. I respect people who earn it, and don't treat
me like I'm an a fucking escapee from Azkaban. Blake usually agrees with me, she knows
people treat me like a piece of shit just because, I don't fit their mold of SWI
student. Today, however Blake was really angry with me; I didn't know why.
But as it turns out Mox, the gamekeeper is her close friend (not that kind of friend) in fact
she got Mox the job. Blake said she didn't think I'd be so narrow minded. I
looked at her face and her dark eyes, a face that's ten-times more pretty then
I'll ever be and saw disappointment. I felt like I just hit with an
unforgivable curse. I really think she's cool, pretty, tough and one the few
professors who doesn't totally hate me now she's pissed off with me. Fuck.
I also got twenty detentions, all thanks to the dyke and her big mouth.
Lunch was next it and we had sandwiches with tomato soup. I hate
fucking tomato soup. It was only thing Mom knew how to make when she was
hammered, so I ate it day and night for years. So I sat there watching red
viscous tomato slurry, drip from my soup back to my bowl. I mean no one at the
table really talks to me, only Svea did.
As I sat there I happened to overhear Hiram Mckan talking to his buddies rather
loudly about his lineage, his eyes focused on Jamal. I only remember this bit:
"Now, my family is Scottish, with a little blood from a few Cherokee Shamaness',
here and there. And my family has been able to trace our line back to about
the 5th century," He paused. "Unlike some PEOPLE," said staring pointedly
Jamal. "Who don't deserve to sit at this table, with blood as muddy as their
skin color." He and his buddies guffawed at the comment. They didn't notice
the sly look Jamal got in his eyes.
Jamal simply shrugged and pulling out a scroll from behind his back. He
unfurled it and rolled out down the entire length of the hall. "This is my
genealogy right here, going back to the Nubian sorcerer Sa-Neheset is 1307 B.C
far back enough for y'all?" He asked with an statement of mock confusion on his
face.
I started applauding and was joined by most of the hall. Jamal still grinning,
rolled up the scroll and afterwards bowed several times, thanking everyone. I
like him. He's a clever kid. Hiram and his bunch looked as if their sandwiches
had been transfigured to shit. I couldn't help smiling. Gregorina noticed my
tongue stud and commented on how cool it was and how her parents wouldn't let
her get one; that took about fifteen minutes and I had hard time trying not to
cringe at her stench. Pike asked where Svea was, commenting on how he missed her
'unique voice' and 'amusing riddles' .
What a load of fucking shit.
He wouldn't care if she was set on fire whilst being tortured by the cruciatus curse.
Svea is the Quidditch team's seeker, and he's captain. Much better then Willy
Blythe, or the Queztalcorzo's seeker 'Puffer' Johnson. She can spot that snitch
a mile away, has an eye for golden glittery things. And now she's gone, his
plans are fucked. Haha.
I had Charms after lunch. Hawk was pissed at me. He was just trying to find
something wrong with my work, the bastard. I sorely disappointed him by doing
everything right. So then he claimed, that my wand was going half an fucking
inch to far when I swished it. I wanted to tell him what an fucking prick
he was. However, I stopped my self, because it would be playing right into his plans.
Fucking jerk. So instead I flashed him a big pointy-teeth filled grin and
complied.
It was utterly ridiculous trying to take notes in History of magic: Glider would
NOT shut up, and Pike wasn't there for me to copy off, like I do
usually when Glider goes to fast.
We did unforgivable curses in Defense against the Dark Arts; we watched
being performed on the insects. I've heard about them, read about them, but
seeing them made me feel a bit sick, and I got this strange sense of déjà vu.
And Pike was back.
Magical painting was crappy. All the other students were either Quetzalcorazos already in lessons on Muggle painting, or were super-talented.
The Witch who teaches it treats me like I'm an idiot; she's not nasty or anything, in fact she likes my thorny bush tattoo.
I guess I suck, and there is no getting out of it.
Transfiguration was okay: I almost perfectly turned a turnip into a turtledove,
and a purplish dove with roots coming from the tail feathers is just fine in
my book. Then Arithmancy., Divination and Ancient Runes, and I got a fucking
boatload of homework from all three classes. Just so I know they’re not going soft
on me. At dinner I heard from Serph, a chaser on the Quidditch team that Willy
freaked out in potions. Serves the little prick right.
Today's password was Crimson glory, but they gave to us at some ungodly hour
before I had my coffee so I didn't remember it. The stone hand was benevolent
however and it just pushed me away. Which was rather pleasant, because having the
metacarpal and phalanx bones in your hands broken is not my idea of a good time.
Neither is standing behind the long line of dumbass first years, in the nurses
office, all of them howling like banishes (they always forget). Fortunately, it was dark
enough to have that someone be Leblanc who was wandering around and he gave me
the password.
Nothing much was going down in the common room; just Pike sitting on the one
nice chair, throwing little bits of something into the fire. I didn't know what
it was, but when it hit the flame it gave a extremely loud howl, that
nearly blew out my eardrums. This made it to annoying to get my homework done
in the common room so I left. I had hoped Svea would show up in the dorm, but
no fucking luck. Her bed is empty, and no one else is here. Hope she shows
up. Damn, I could use a smoke.

Yours Faithfully,
Sirenia Garwood.
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9/6
Dear Journal,
This has been a hard, hard day. I'd liked to go to sleep, but I can't, I just
can't. I'll hear them. I should be brave; I try to be brave but every time I close my eyes, I hear their voices. I am brave. Maybe I should begin at
the beginning.
I got no sleep last night, between staying up way late and just not sleeping in
general. I felt like a zombie this morning. I ended up walking into the girls’ showers by mistake, and got my hair turned a pukey green,though Professor Hawk got rid of it quickly. I started to doze off in my corn-chattys this morning. The
cereal shouted in my ear: 'Yo, wake up!' Or maybe that was Thoris, I'm still not
sure. Adiel told me that muggle cereal doesn't talk when you pour milk on it,
just makes faint crackling noises WEIRD!
Dulice was talking about some funny scuffling noises and Hypatia mentioned that
a younger girl's turtle had gone missing in the dungeon. I had some coffee to
wake me up.
After breakfast, I was going to the courtyard in the center of the school
campus to get my first class when I heard the most beautiful sounds: someone was
singing, in the courtyard. Everyone was standing there like they had been
petrified, jaws open, eyes wide, and Sirenia was standing there, singing amidst everything.
I heard she was a good singer before but not like this; it was amazing. I suppose
everyone has there one good quality, and this counts her only one. When she
realized we were listening she got up, sneered at all of us and stomped off
swearing. Freaky psycho bitch, she thinks she's some much better then us because
of her voice.
I got points taken off Eaglewing in Charms for the first time in five
years, with the especially since were
always with those scum-sucking Wendigos. I could barely keep my eyes open! I really screwed by damaging picture of Professor's family. I can understand, I'd be pretty angry if someone
destroyed the only remainder of my family. From what I heard his wife, and three
kids were all eaten alive by zombies twenty years ago, and he could only watch.
He almost canceled class but instead we got extra homework, not that I mind: by now
he's already forgiven me and helped me get it done.
I had History of Magic with the Delapins and as it turned it out, Professor Glider assigned a massive
research project. We could have a partner I wanted to do it with Adiel but since it had to be about a famous member of our house, I ended up with Hypatia she isn't so bad but,
I'd rather be with Thoris, Adiel or Bob. I wanted to do Everett Eaglewing, as it
turned out all the books were already take out. I guess everyone else in our
house had the brilliant idea to research him as well.
I met up with Adiel and his partner, a chubby blonde witch with a purple hat.
She's keeper for the Delapin team and the youngest captain on record her name is
Julie Fredson. They were arguing about who to choose for their research
project.
"I think we should do Lopt Lokichild, he was really cool ya' know! Very smart,
and had a great sense of humor!" Adiel said.
"LOPT?!" She exclaimed with indignation she went on to say what we all knew
already from the history lessons. Lopt killed people and thought it was funny,
and was a believer in absolute chaos and anarchy. He was sociopath, he was locked
for years in a mental institution. When they did let him out, he joined
Grindelwald for just for entertainment, before getting killed in 1945. I never
guessed he was a Delapin, I thought someone like that would be a Wendigo.

Adiel shook his head and mentioned how sick he was of ' Louis the old French
Philander' (Which made Julie glare at him.) "Everyone else in Delapin is going
to pick him..." Adiel whined. Adding how Lopt was really clever: he knew how to
change his gender, was animagus and a skin changing something illegal now
because it involves wearing a dead animal skin inscribed with runes to change into their forms. He was one
to few experts in Magical metallury.- By the time Adiel was done his voice was
breaking with excitement.
She started talking
how Louis Delapin was better Adiel tuned her out. She got
annoyed took out a textbook, and started hitting him over the head with it.
Finally Adiel broke down saying that while he knew Lopt was a nutcase and a
mass murderer. But He thought it was neat the guy had strategies for chaos and that
he still had a sense of humor.
"So, he was jolly sociopath, that makes so much better." Julie added her voice
dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, now ya' got the picture."
Adiel grinned, Julie sighed, Hypatia was giggled and I realized we had wasted most of the class standing there,
listening to their argument.
Next was lunch. We had one of my favorites tomato soup: whenever it was just
dad and me (maybe Eliane) and he'd make tomato soup.
And sure it tasted burnt, but that was easy to forget when he started another story of high speed broom chases and vanquishing neighborhood evil.
Thoris and Ethelred were playing Viscous. It really was surprising how Ethelred
Had really rare card Orcish-Swamp-creature-with-anger-management-problems,
and Thoris had elvin seven archers. They are just okay cards, I guess but I
never expected them to beat the Orcish thingy with the really long name.
I thought watching the arrows fly and the card writhe and scream was cool, but it pissed Elth off.
I wanted to play Thoris next but I feel asleep, only for
a few minutes. Then I woke up when everyone was clapping around me. And they
were clapping for a Wendigo. I asked Bob and he told me that ya' had to be
there. I still don't get why, I mean what had the Wendigo done? Those guys are always getting into some sort of trouble.
I had Defense against the Dark Arts next. I got to sit next to Adiel that was
neat. And we were both so tired, we ended up falling asleep. I didn’t think Professor Blake wouldn't notice.
She did. For fun, she woke us up slamming a textbook down on the desk. And she
called me Wilham Blythe, my full name, which I hate! Then went on to say in the
most sarcastic way ever that we shouldn't have napping but paying attention to this, unless we'd like to eaten alive by zombies.
Nasty, short, little necromancer.
Today we got her famous zombie lesson. She raises an animal zombie, then puts it down.
Then she raises animal zombies for us and we have to put then down.
She used to use dead cats for zombies that Leblanc provided, then students
started noticing their pets disappearing for some reason , until seventh year found her Tiddles as a zombie.
So now she doesn't use cats, but she has groundskeeper Mox, collect small animals
that were run over by muggle transportation. Adiel calls them 'roadkill'. I
thought it was gross. Something you could tell what they were: frogs, snakes, raccoons, possum,
squirrels, rabbits, skunks, baby birds and other things. With the one she gave
us, I couldn't tell what it was, all I knew is it was a dead, little gray
pancake with flattened bones sticking out. Really gross, I wish we didn't have
that class after lunch. Several kids threw up and went to the nurse. I wasn't
feeling so great. It was damned creepy when that furry pancake started getting up
and moving towards. I thought Adiel knew what to do and Adiel thought I knew. Neither one of us had been attention. And the furry
pancake lurching closer. We tried all kinds of things but nothing seemed to work.
Dulice put the thing down finally. Professor Blake took points off her for
helping me, I hate her.
I was mad about that until Quidditch practice. Today was our teams day to
practice. We have pretty good team: Thoris is on it and he's great fun hang around
not to mention a kick ass Chaser. Goode, Franicso, Elwood and Irving are kick ass
as well. The only problem we have is with our Team Captain, Titinous Grown, a
sixth year. He's a great keeper when he wants to be… most of the time he
doesn't want to be. He always complains about having to practice. And mostly
he's to busy looking for his 'girlfriend' a filthy, animal like girl who lives
in the stands and tries to eat the snitch (she thinks its a bird).
The only really good thing about Titinous is that he HATES the Wendigo team.
Especially Steerington. And today when we were practicing, they showed up. They didn't even bother to really to hide themselves, dirty, sneaky, spies.
Our beaters Ben Irving and Sara Goode heaved bludgers at the lot of them, but Franciso, who has a kind heart, and didn’t make it time to talk them out of it and so she stopped the bludgers with her own body. That obnoxious Wendigo Jeanna Mess had the nerve to laugh at Franciso's heroism.
Just like my Dad says, 'take a snake to your breast and it'll bite you.'
So Titinous flies over to where Steerington is sitting and the ugly cretin is
just sitting there looking calm. Titinous something like: 'You’re spying on us!'
and Steerington just smiles and says 'Oh no, we’re just Wending our way, waiting
until your done. We have the field next'
Titnious and few others fly over to the stands to yell at Steerington and the
rest. It didn't work, the psychos just SAT there. Finally when they flew off,
Steerington said something like: "Oh, Titinious do thank your sister for the wonderful time." And the rest of the Wendigos start to giggle
obscenely, even Hiram. Grown got really red in the face and shouted back " WHAT?! LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!"
Our practice time was up after that. I hate that Pike Steerington, I hate his
cheap and stinking guts. To make matters worse, my next class was Potions with the Wendigos. Thoris was my partner and
Today’s potion was really simple a revival elixir. Since we finished ours early and I was just so tired, Professor Mcgraft allowed me to nap the rest of class. Of course, the Wendigos complained, and Mcgraft said they could nap as well—but they only wanted to complain.
So I settled down, put my head on the desk and went to sleep. It began normal enough I was just in a field and that was okay. Then it started again: a cold wind blew, I could
hear a woman's voice begging for mercy "Please don't, please! I didn't harm
anyone, I don't want to go, please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...." then the others
started up, they were pleading, wailing, imploring. They all sounded teenagers. I tried to run but the voices were swirling around
right by my ears.
Hands shot out the ground and latched themselves onto my ankles, dragging me down. I screamed, I fought but instead of shaking them lose, the voices got louder until I was up to my neck in the dirt -When I woke up.
Everyone was gathered around me and it was so embarrassing. Bob told me I had been
acting strange in my sleep, talking screaming, pounding on the desks. They had
tried to wake me but Thoris said that I wouldn't budge. Hypatia told me that
Professor Mcgraft had to use the revival elixir to finally get me up. It was
Terrible: all the Eaglewings treated me like a baby, afraid I would break and the Wendigos
Jeered endlessly. I don't want pity and I don't want mocking.
The rest of the day sucked, because the whole school knew by now. So I couldn't
hang out in the common room: everyone kept looking at me, like I was nuts or
worse: terminally ill. Cyndi was being a brat and thought it was really funny. I
guess the only thing I can do is to try to stay awake.
Yours,
Willy