Post by CADENCE IMOGENE SHACKLEBOLT on Apr 16, 2011 15:48:54 GMT
November (sixteenth), 1995
ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed
[/color][/center]ringing out and i just can't go to bed
dear diary,
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Ok. Well, another year at Hogwarts, it is nice to finally get out of the house. Mum always manages to annoy me more than she should, not that she tries. She is quite a nag, asking me if I am seeing anyone and other things such as that. And I'm not, in case you wanted to know... Well, Sixth year isn't that much different than fifth year, less people are in my History of Magic class, making it much easier to acctually pay attention, but other than that, I haven't really experienced anything ground breaking.
Visions are getting worse. Dylan is starting to notice and let me tell you it is getting harder to keep them from him. Probably because of how mad I get after them, but you would too if you couldn't remember anything from them. Being a seer is the worst, you can tell other people about the future, but you yourself can't even know what you said without someone being near you.
I've been looking up Cassandra, she was a seer as well. I feel horrible for her, she had all these amazing visions, but no one ever seemed to believe her. I would hate that, having nobody ever believe you about anything you said. It would be a complete and total nightmare.
