Private Message to Linus Moon

[alt_linus]

Dear Journal,

All is ashes and dungbombs.

The only one who truly understands what I’m feeling is Byron, and he’s dead. Although I’m not the only suffering spirit in the Ravenclaw Common Room lately.

Tearing the sleeves from my robes did not turn out as I had hoped. She did not see the expression of my noble spirit, fired by the example of our Professors in their glorious duel. (Note to self: exercise needed to improve biceps.) Still, even if she censures me, I shall bear up bravely and work twice as hard to be worthy in her eyes.

“Though more than Hope can claim,
Could Friendship less require?”

Nevertheless I think I’ll put the sleeves back in. Astronomy required more attention to warming charms than I anticipated, and it’s hard to keep one’s dignity with one’s schoolmates giggling at one. Still, I cut a noble figure up on the tower tonight, like a windblown hero. And even if she made fun of me earlier, at least she noticed me. Right?

I wonder if Byron had days like this when he was a student.

“And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes”

Right. Onward.

Faithfully yours,
Linus Moon