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[06 Mar 2008|03:25am] |
Okay. I'm still trying to figure this out, so anybody--feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
It's not July 1977 anymore. It's... 2008? And I was probably dead? Or something?
I dunno. I wouldn't belive it at all, but I finally found a phone number for my Da back in Dublin. When I said it was me, he went very quiet for a very long time. Then he sent me a ticket and travel arrangements to get to his place from London and I got there and... Well, he was old. He was an old man and I don't mean just "old" like older than me 'cause I'm a teenager, I mean, like, 30 actual, physical years older than he was when I last remember seeing him a couple days ago. And he said Mum died.
I'm highly depressed. And I think just looking at me is making Da depressed, too.
He bought me winter clothes, though, and I guess that's something. I haven't spent any real time camping or travelling around outside in the winter since before I went to school. Hogwarts has spoiled me for winter hitchhiking, it seems. Right this minute, I'm picturing the fire in the hearth in the Hufflepuff common room. Wonder if I'm supposed to go back to school at this point or not. Da and I haven't really talked about that very much. Neither one of us understands what's happened. He says that I did die, but he doesn't really want to talk about the details. Man, this just isn't groovy. What, precisely, am I supposed to do?
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[24 Feb 2008|10:11pm] |
I haven't slept in about 38 hours. There's a very nice gentleman here at the Leaky Cauldron who has been giving me free coffee for a while now, so that's good. I think I might be a little excitable right now, though. The nice barman, who may or may not be called Todd (Tim?), has been hinting that he's going to cut off my caffeine supply soon. Trevor, maybe?
So, out of curiosity, I was wondering if anyone who is reading this can explain what's just happened to me? I woke up, as I said, 38 hours ago, in what I think was the same field me and my folks and some friends camped out in last night, but my parents weren't there when I woke up and it wasn't buried in mud and snow when I fell asleep before, so I'm not positive about it. FYI: Waking up alone in a muddy, snowy field wearing only a pair of bell-bottoms and a tye dye t-shirt? Not fun. And, surprisingly enough, hitchiking for three hours in the afore-mentioned outfit before finding someone who is willing to drive you to the next town down the road? Even less fun. 'Fraid I had to steal a coat when I got to the town. I feel bad and all, but I'd have frozen to death if I hadn't, so I don't really feel that bad. Not a clue where my wand went, but it would have been awfully useful. Imminent frostbite counts as an emergency, right? My brain is hoping me Mum has it, but that same brain is really quite stumped about everything else that's going on, so I'm not sure how well i can trust it.
Anyway, took a while, but I eventually managed to hitch it to London and then to the Cauldron, where this nice Travis(?) fellow gave me this journal and said that somebody on here might help me out. So... yes? Help, anyone? Anyone at all, I'm not picky.
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