Having the tower fireproofed will be a lifesaver. And I mean that in the most literal sense possible seeing as the spontanious fires are rather dangerous and all. And it would be brilliant to have some cooling charms around to keep the younger years from passing out from heat exhaustion. Honestly. I've had to assist more first and second years to the Hospital wing in the last two weeks than I think anyone has ever in their entire year as a prefect. In anycase, I do hope that small boy I brought in earlier is feeling better. He looked dreadful.

I've been spending a lot of time in the library trying to figure this mess out. The most I've come up with is that our magic is strongly rooted to our house elements. Which we all knew. But further than that, the creatures that have taken up residency in the castle seem to have primal instincts that we haven't really noticed until now. The faries have essentially left me be when I would pass, but only yesterday did I witness a group of faries tormenting a hapless gnome. Also, it seems that while the waterdragons are quite willing to let gnomes join them in the puddles, they're not so keen on Gryffindor students...

This is just barely scratching the surface as to what's wrong, but at least it's a start.

( Hexed Private )

( Hexed to Logan )

This is disconcerning. I can't...I can't remember...well, umm...anything. From what I can tell based on other entries, my name is Rose...or that's what people call me. Other people seem to be having the same issue as me. But they seem to hate their names. Which I think is unfortunate. I rather like mine...but...What I don't understand is why I can read other people's journals in my own. Suppose it must have something to do with the magic thing and all...Which, also disconcerning. I mean...magic. Actual MAGIC? What kind of mental business is that?

Alright. There is a bird staring at me. It's red...and almost feiry looking. I'm nervous. Merlin is it getting warm?...

Apparently I have a brother named Hugo? I hope we get along. S'hard to tell. We argue a lot. Mostly about some bloke named Logan. Don't see why we would though. Doesn't make any sense at all.

Goodness I'm starting to get a bit freaked out. I mean, what if we never remember what we're all doing here? Or who we are? What if we never figure it out? I mean, there's only so much that can piece together from these journals! What if we forgot how to do magic as well? What if they kick us out of school? I DON'T KNOW WHERE I LIVE AND I CAN BE HOMELE---

OH MY! FIRE! THERE IS FIRE! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?

[inkspotchinksplotchinksplotch]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[burnt edges on the paper]

( Weakly Hexed Private )


It's incredibly difficult to finish a paper with boiling ink and charring parchment...

There's something seriously wrong with my magic. I haven't been able to properly cast a spell in a few days now and I'm starting to get extremely concerned. I've never had this problem before and I'm worried that it's not going to get better. What if I'm becoming a squib and they'll kick me out of school and not let me attend classes anymore and I'll have to go home and attend Muggle school...Which, I suppose wouldn't be all too terrible, but I wouldn't know anyone there what with my entire family being here and all and...

Maybe if I promise to work really really hard they'll let me stay just so I can learn things and be apart of classes and everything.

Nothing seems to be going right lately though. Things between Logan and my family. Things between housemates. This whole truth whatever it is...It's driving me absolutely mental! I think I much preferred being the girl in the front of the class who no one liked, but she didn't have to deal with anyone and she could sit in the commonroom and read in peace without people staring and talking about her. Being a Prefect isn't everything I thought it would be and it's only making me more frustrated than ever.

I guess maybe I'm not as much like Mum as everyone says I am. I bet she made a brilliant Prefect. I bet she didn't get all caught up in everything else. I bet she was loads better at all of this than I am...

Maybe it'll be better if they just kick me out of school for becoming a squib.

( Hexed Private )

( Private to Logan )

One of the phoenix burned today. It was tragically beautiful, but then the rebirth was...I don't even know how to describe it. It was full of hope and trust and...glorious.

Right. I've got Charms to work on. Because clearly I've been too unfocused lately...

( Hexed Private )

( Hexed to Logan )

( Hexed to Hugo )

Oh for the love of Merlin...

Merlin I missed the castle. It snowed this morning and now the grounds are absolutely pristine and lovely. I hope it snows again later on tonight. I love being able to just sit and watch it from the window like. Especially in the jumper that Grandmum made me for Christmas. Warm as anything, that is. And comfortable too. Though, I reckon she's had loads of pratice making them seeing as everyone gets them every year and there's a whole army of us by now...

I was thinking about going down to the library to do a bit of reading, but I think the corridors and the library itself will be a bit too drafty and chilly for my liking and the fire in Gryffindor is nice enough. Even if the noise in the commonroom is almost unbearable Also, there's no Madam Pince glaring at me like I'm going to do something unspeakable to her books. Honestly. She acts like I'm out to vandalize them or something. Crazy old bat You'd think she'd learn by now that I just want to read them...

( Hexed Private )

Oh it's nice to be back speaking like myself again. That was a bit mental wasn't it? Not even Mum could make anything of it! Though, she had a much easier time of understanding what I was saying that Dad did. He was a bit sore about that, I think. Ah well.

On the brighter side of things, speaking in Olde English has inspired me to read a few more of Shakespeare's plays. I've read "Taming of the Shrew", "Romeo and Juliet" and "Much Ado about Nothing" so I think next is "MacBeth", "Othello", "Julius Caesar", and maybe "Hamlet". I realize there are plenty more to chose from, but there's only so much Shakespeare one can take in all at once and still have an appreciation for the style.

Before my Shakespeare excursion, though, I think I'll read All the King's Men...

OH! I feel like a complete dolt for not thinking of this before, but with the not being able to speak properly thing...well it just slipped my mind is all. Tucker and Cutter? The party was a lot of fun. Who knew I wouldn't play the wallflower all ni- Thank you for inviting me.

And Logan it was lovely mee- And Logan thanks for eve- Mr. Boot, it was great tal- Piss it

Away on! This tomfoolery has persisted for too long now! No longer do I wish to try offering peace of mind to my elders that this was not my own undoing! A plague on ye who hast cursed me so! Although solace may be found that my troubles are not the worst seen yet, and I offer prayer for thee who hast been so wretchedly bewitched. I have the comfort of speaking in my own native language, whilst others still seem to be posessed by some foul spirit forcing them to prattle on in strange tongues. Perchance there is an exercism that need be performed on these poor souls.

Alas! It is my thought that our spare trust should be instilled in our Lords and Ladies of Hogwarts who have both the skill and wisdom to mend our ailments. Mayhap they have seen cases before and will be able to set us right once more. Though, I fear this may be optimism we cannot afford.

Best of luck to you all. And may God be with you.

( Hexed Private )

There's something nearly poetic about Christmas at the Burrow. I mean, all that family in one place and the holiday spirit and everything. Plus, Grandmum running around like she's been hit with about sixteen cheering charms or something...It's just nice is all. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger snowball fight than there was this year, either. Even Mum joined in, and she hardly ever unless Dad starts in on how she doesn't even know how to have fun. Though, I think the real topper this year was the light bit of snowfall that happened when we were paying respects to Uncle Fred and Aunt Dora and Uncle Remus and all of them. It was like they were watching over us and wanted to let us know they were there.

Anyhow, we came back home the other day. It was rather nice coming back to a bit of quiet. I've never seen the Burrow quiet, I don't think. Every time I go I feel like life speeds up.

I still have a small bit of work to revise before school starts back up again, but I reckon I can do it later on. I really wanted to finish the book that Mum got me for Christmas. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. She's a muggle writer and absolutely wonderful. Really. Mum actually got me a few of her books. Sense and Sensibilty and Mansfield Park. I finished with both of those ones, but so far I like this one best, I think. We'll see.

Oh, I reckon I ought to wish Happy New Year even though it's an entire two days too early...Oh well. Happy New Year anyhow.