Hermione and I had an unspoken truce, to never bring that conversation up again. You have no idea how I would have liked to give her the silent treatment, but I couldn’t. There were four reasons why:
1) I’m PMS
2) I don’t think I can handle her emotionally breaking down.
3) She has got really good study notes.
4) She’s my best fr- okay, she’s my sister.
Aren’t I all really fricken adorable?
For the whole of the next two weeks, I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It was like I tried too hard to sleep, that I couldn’t. I wanted to see if I’d dream the same dream with the same song. But I couldn’t. I was just an insomniac. Though, shemione was under the impression that I was only having trouble sleeping because I was worried about the exams. Bull Sh- bull sheep. That’s what I was going to say.
Pretty much, to explain how I was acting I’ll make a list:
I’d been laughing hysterically to the point of bawling my eyes out.
I’d started bursting into tears in different lessons because I couldn’t understand the easy work.
I’d not felt hungry, but then I’d just start eating a lot all of a sudden, and get in trouble. I’m assuming I only got in trouble because I’d start eating blocks of chocolate in the middle of my potions class while crying my eyes out.
I’ve got issues.
McGonagall noticed I was being a complete emotional weirdo, so she made Madam Pomfrey give me some random purple dreamless sleep thing, but it didn’t work because I’m Willow, and I’m a lemon.
I was singing Adele to myself, and listening to breakup songs to make myself cry.
Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.
“They can’t even help,
They can’t even see,
You’re gonna be dead as dead can be.
You won’t have a soul,
You won’t have a heart,
You’re gonna be all torn apart.
You’ll always forget,
You’ll let your mind drift,
Don’t want to remember that death is your gift.
No one will know,
No one will think,
You’ll be forgotten in just one blink,
You’ll have to go,
You have to be precise,
No one will know your sacrifice.”
I gratified the poem thing onto a piece of paper, during a particularly boring History lesson.
I STILL CAN’T SLEEP!
AND IT’S LIKE THE SONG IS PLAYING ON REPEAT IN MY HEAD!
I’m calm. It’s okay.
Everything is fine.
"You’re gonna be dead as dead can be.”
OKAY! I FRICKEN GET IT! I UNDERSTAND!
I’LL DIE!
WHO CARES!
I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE POO!
EVEN LLAMAS CAN’T CHEER ME UP!
I WANT TO SLEEP!
“Harry, do you think I can still resign?” Ron’s voice swam into my head, and I looked around, suddenly being weirded out as I found myself in the common room.
