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Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in
Seth Graves' LiveJournal:
|Tuesday, March 11th, 2003|
|So delicate a kiss...
I kissed Morgana for the first time, last night.
What could I write that would really explain the way I feel? 'on top of the world' is so shallow. It doesn't at all convey the sense of incredible completeness, of rightness, I still feel.
I love that woman--er, girl(?) No, Morgana doesn't seem like a 'girl,' to me.
I feel like I could fly loop-the-loops all over the quidditch field! Current Mood: ecstatic
|Friday, February 14th, 2003|
A Valentine's Day gift for Morgana...One cool, crisp night, I take a walk
Beside a lake of waters blue.
Along the shore as pale as chalk,
'Neath a starlit sky, I think of you.
How could I know you for a year,
And not see who stood before my eyes?
Now, the knowledge seems so clear,
All wariness, the truth defies.
The stars shine down upon the lake.
If you were but their palest spark,
And I the water in rippling waves,
Still would I know and cherish your mark. Current Mood: loving
|Monday, February 10th, 2003|
|Thursday, February 6th, 2003|
|Quiet Time Alone Together
I had a lovely evening with Morgana,
last night. We studied in the library for a bit, and then we went out for a walk by the lake, with our arms around each other's waists.
It felt so good. Sometimes, it seems that we never have time away from everyone else. There are always classes, or meals, or the common room seems always to be crowded.
But last night, there were just the stars overhead, the quiet lapping of waves against the lake shore, the soft scrunch of grass at our feet, and us.
I intend to remember last night for a long, long time. I want to write music about it. Current Mood: loving
|Thursday, January 30th, 2003|
|Should I Be Concerned?
You know, this is crazy. Morgana is the girl I'm interested in, but Skyler Moons is the one I find myself writing about--I guess because I worry about her, and I have no reason to worry about Morgana, aside from friendship and a desire for it to become something deeper than that.
I've been an idiot. There I was at lunch today, half out of my mind with sleepiness and trying to deflect Darcy without being too obvious about it--and I noticed Skyler at the Ravenclaw table, getting surprisingly friendly with another Ravenclaw, who looked like a first-year to me.
They were getting...really
friendly--brushing locks of hair from each others' foreheads friendly. Now, Skyler is old enough to be a 3rd Year. This kid she was sitting with--1st Year, if he's anything.
When I was that age, I was more interested in Quidditch and motorcycles, than anything else. That kid is moving...fast.
It didn't make an impression on me at luch; all I remember thinking was, Good, Skyler's made a friend. One less thing I have to worry about, in the face of these godawful nightmares.
I begin to think I should have been more concerned. Or maybe I'm just taking too much of an older brother attitude toward Sky? I mean, it's not really any of my business, whom she spends time with--especially since I don't plan to give Zhou any competition.
But it still kind of bothers me. If Sky were my sister, I'd have that kid's nuts in a crunch. Maybe it's because I see her doing the same thing with Zhou that she did with me--she got too interested, too fast. Not a good thing. It could be dangerous, if she's not careful.
I am too bloody much of a worrywart. I'm off to practice my violin. I got in a good three hours, yesterday. If nothing else, it seems to stave off the nightmares, a little.
|Saturday, January 18th, 2003|
God, if Anders or Darcy ever read this, I am so
Fair lady Sky,
Please tell us why
You try to spend your days
With no one?
Where did things go wrong?
Hey, there, Lady Blue.
We'd like to spend some time with you.
Don't the open hand eschew...
Ughhhh...This sounds like the sappiest piece of drivel ever written. But the stupid song won't get out of my head, so I've no choice but to do something with it.
If I'm going to write sappy songs, why can't they be about Morgana? But noooo.
I'm a Slytherin; really, I am!
The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks. Current Mood: chagrined
|Wednesday, January 15th, 2003|
I don't want to think about it. I want it to go away, to not be part of my mind. I want the knowledge to not exist. But it does.
These dreams I'm having--they're real.
I was walking to Hagrid's today with Morgana, Darcy, Kat, and Branwene around lunchtime, to see these new kitten's Hagrid's got. His hut is right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, nestled among the outermost fringe of its trees.
Everyone else was oohing and aahing over the kittens, and I got a bit bored, so I decided to take a walk outside. And that's when I saw.
There's a spot in the Forbidden Forest, off to the right of Hagrid's hut--you can see where an old path used to be, leading into the forest. I'd never noticed it, before. I figured I'd wander down it for a bit--not too far; I know the rules. But just a bit.
Until I came across a tree, a huge old tree, with a distinctive overarching branch and a knothole where two branches fork. It's as if a third branch should have been there but was cut off. Damned if it didn't remind me of a decapitated torso.
I've seen that tree in my dreams--night before last, when that guy with the black hair went off with his buddy into the Forest.
And...if that tree is real, could the rest of it be real, too? The knife the guy had? The other guy's lab in the catacombs? The crystal thing that the black-haired guy took from there?
I have to find out--but I'm not ready to go looking, yet. Right now, I just want to hope I'm imagining things. Maybe I am. Maybe I've come across that particular spot near the woods before and just incorporated it into my dream, the other night.
But I don't think so. That black-haired guy, Zeldon, killed something or someone in the Forbidden Forest. I can't shake the feeling that it really happened.
I'm not a drinking kind of guy; I've seen how messed up Mum gets when she drinks, and I don't want any part of that rot. But god, I could use a good, stiff drink, right about now. Current Mood: troubled
|Tuesday, January 7th, 2003|
I sure would like to know why I've been dreaming about two creepy, old-timey Slytherin lads for the past two nights.
Night before last, I dreamed that the two had just met, and they decided to go sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest together. I can't exactly remember what happened next--I think I don't want to remember. I get this impression of a knife and a lot of blood, and that turns me right off.
So last night, I dreamed of the pair again. This time, they went sneaking down to the catacombs, where one of the two had a lab, and the really creepy one, the lad with the knife, found some kind of magical artifact and nicked it up his sleeve.
It's weird, like watching episodes of a television show. I've never had dreams like this, before. I've had dreams that repeated, but not dreams with the same characters doing different things, each night.
Oh well. I hope I can come up with something else to dream, tonight--like riding a motorcycle, or something, or playing Quidditch. No more with these two blokes. Current Mood: weirded out
|Friday, January 3rd, 2003|
I am really worried about Anders.
Last night, he told me he saw Dementors outside the Hogwarts Express when it arrived at the school. And now, this morning, Morgana and I found him in the Owlery, pressed against the door before he let Morgana and me in and started talking in a very distracted way about them and telling us things he never
would otherwise say. At least I know why he's so frightened, now, but it's very disturbing. I hope he will be all right.
Then, there's Skyler. The nearest that Morgana and I can figure, she's become possessed by something from that dark corridor Sky and I went down, last night. And whatever's possessing her is hostile as hell. It wants her all to itself, and it preys on the vulnerable. I don't know how we're going to get rid of it, but we've got to try. Skyler deserves better than this.
I'm glad Morgana's there. There's a rock-steadiness to her that I like, and I don't see it in too many students--certainly not too many in Slytherin House. Outside of Slytherin--well, most students in the other Houses keep their distance from us Slytherins, I suppose with good reason. We're not always the most pleasant lot to be around.
Morgana tells me she kept wall up all last year, but has decided to take them down. I'm glad. I wonder if she'll let me get a foot in the door? I hope so. Current Mood: pensive
I found three icons for Seth's journal. His default one is a picture of Kevin Sorbo, presumably as Capt. Dylan Hunt from the Andromeda
TV series, by icons_by_allie
. His other two icons are a Slytherin House badge and a picture of a violinist.
All are designated as 'shareware' by their creators, so if you like them, feel free to copy and use them.
|Monday, December 30th, 2002|
|First Day, Sixth Year
So--Here it is, the first day of classes of my sixth year at Hogwarts. It's 'exciting,' already.
First off, the Hogwarts Express crunched into some kind of obstruction on the tracks at the train station. I've no idea what it was; looked like a huge pile of rubble, to me. I was stupid and went out with Anders in the pouring rain to have a look, and that's what we found.
Anders found something else, though. I have never seen Anders freaked out, but that is exactly how he looked, when he got back together with me from the other side of the train. He says he saw a Dementor, and from the looks of him, I believe it. The question is, what is a Dementor doing around Hogwarts? We'll have to get rid of it, somehow, if it stays around.
After Anders' excitement, more happened at dinner. This girl's cat ran away from her, jumped up on the Slytherin table, and plopped himself down in the middle of my dinner plate. This wouldn've been fine, except I've never been inclined to eat live cat for diner. Too many hairballs.
Anders started having an allergy fit, which was the last thing he needed, and then the girl, Skyler, ran off, as well. I was afraid she'd run into Anders, so I thought to head her off at the pass.
Sky seems a nice girl. A bit insecure and self-conscious, and pretty lonely, it looks like. Turns out she's a first-year; I'd have sworn she was third. I thought about possibly dating her, and I still might.
Except that I've discovered Morgana.
I don't know why she didn't make an impression on me, last year. But suddenly, this year, I look at her, and I think, There's a girl I want to spend a lot of time with. There's a girl who thinks a lot like I do.
There aren't too many people in Slytherin House like that. Maybe I'm just attracted to the difference? I hope not; I'd hate to think I was that shallow.
But I definitely want to know her better.
Well, must go to bed. God, more Binns in the morning. Ick. Current Mood: tired