I think I've had enough sex to understand what the hell it is.

I don't believe there is anything more awkward than having to sit through a very detailed sex-ed class with your whole year. Then again, it could have been worse: my parents could have been there.

Oh. Uh. Blegh.

Why can't we just have normal classes?

Ah, on another note--

What should I be for Halloween?

It's going to be a long year, isn't it? I just have this weird feeling about it all. Part of me is already fed up with all the speeches we're getting. Yes, we know. This is our last year. We've got a lot of responsibility to deal with, etc. etc.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

...
This is our last year.

Holy mother of Merlin.

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It had been a long while since Marlow had even taken a glance at her father's old photo albums. She hadn't a strong clue as to why she had brought them to Hogwarts in the first place, but something in her told her she should. That same something was punching her in her head to open her trunk and take them out.

There wasn't much else she could do. She had taken to bed most of the day. Her ankle still hurt slightly, no matter how well Miles and Maeve fixed her. So, scooting down her bed, she popped open her trunk and ruffled around inside it.

She finally brought out one of the photo albums on top and settled back against her pillows.

Marlow had a feeling she was going to be looking at them for a while.

I think I sprained my ankle.

It hurts so bad, I can barely walk on it.

As Marlow walked quietly through the hallways of the fourth floor, she couldn't help but feel slightly bothered. As she kept her eyes out for anyone disobeying the few rules that Hogwarts enforces, she chewed down on her bottom lip. She didn't much want to admit it, but the fact that Brady was now dating Jen sort of set her on edge.

She couldn't explain why she felt that way, either.

She was with Zacharias and she was very happy. She loved him, even.

She still couldn't get Jen and Brady out of her head. He had confessed he still had feelings for Marlow. Not barely three weeks ago! And now he was with Jen?

She sighed deeply as she continued through the halls.

She would never understand boys.