Dear Hogwarts,
It's only just hit midnight, officially making it New Years Eve. And that is great, that's... great. I'm struggling today. With this reality. It's toxic and claustrophobic and I hate feeling like I don't fit in, like I don't belong. But I know I'll be home soon. I smelt gunpowder earlier today. No fireworks were set off, no candles, nothing that would give that scent. And yet I smelt it. I'm going to try tonight, I've had my bath, a Chamomile tea, got my Slytherin Pj's on. I'm ready.
See you soon,
Love always,
Sandra Euphemeia Diggory.
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Dear Hogwarts
FanfictionThis is a collection of my thoughts. I'm trying to shift to Hogwarts and thought it might be a good idea to document, rant, rave, and gush about the experience. My script will be here too.
