08:06 pm - February 13
I'm running out of fuckin' things to do. I sit at home, waiting and waiting. I think this is worse than Azkaban, 'cause all I'm waiting for is some owl that'll tell me who I'm getting hitched to.
At least in Azkaban you get the option of going mad. All I have is my mum naggin' about something or other.
Got bored enough I thought of figuring out just how far I can actually go outside the manor. Ain't that dumb to do that though. Much as I'm bitching and moaning, I don't want to be tossed in Azkaban for doing nothing wrong.
This Seer is full of crap if she thinks she's actually finding me a proper match though. What a piece of work. I'm just glad some who're out there saying so to the papers. It's just not doing any good, because I still am going to be married off to get my damned wand back and to leave this sodding house.
Fuck me, I need a drink.
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