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Thursday, February 9th, 2006
11:40 pm
Echo stomped into the dorms. He wasn't in a good mood. If people had auras, his would have been little skulls on fire floating around his head. Little death-curses crept out of his tight lips. Lucky for him and anyone else, he didn't see anyone in the room. So he hopped into bed and shut the curtains, all in one swift, furious moment. He pulled out his chess board and started killing off pieces left and right. Mostly his, he didn't care about strategy at the moment.
Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
10:10 pm
So anyway...
So anyway I fell off the outside of the castle today which was okay but I fell into a classroom, which meant I got sent to the hospital wing, which is where I am now. Its terrible! Sick people and beds and medicine and lights and things happening left and right. I feel like I might be given a potion I shouldn't get or something, and it would do horrible things to me.
Is it strange for me to be so afraid of hospitals? I hope not. Maybe I have a phobia? I hope not.
But I'll be out of here likkity-split, I'm sure.
Monday, January 9th, 2006
7:41 pm
"Dum dum dum dum, Mrs. Robinson, jesus dum dum dum..."
Echo was enjoying the day. Sure, it was cold. And the sun wasn't out from behind the clouds. But still, it was an energetic sort of day. He could walk outside and look at everything and not have to squint in sunlight. But he usually didnt have to anyway, wearing his perscription sunglasses and all. Still, a lack of direct sunlight made everything prettier. Grayer, but.. More defined.
The whomping willow was there as always, beckoning to him with its challenging ferocity that first years wouldn't sense until it was too late. If he could just dash in close enough that it couldnt smash him with its limbs... But then what? Tame it? How do you tame a tree? Suddenly, the task was sounding less exciting. Maybe he could just wander into the woods today. Find something to do. Something to discover would be nice. But thinking about that also made it boring... Maybe everything was boring. All this wandering around restlessly was fine for a while. But it needed...
Well...
It needed someone else.

Current Mood: discontent
Saturday, January 7th, 2006
2:08 pm
Killer Baking
Echo sat in his bed/cooking laboratory making come cookies. The smoke from the little baking fire was channeled out the window next to his bed. But his mind was on other things, as usual. Many powerful, thought-provoking questions were running through his mind. Making cookies for Echo created the same effect as other people taking showers. He contemplated very deep thoughts, and came out of it with an attractive smell.
Why are cookies called 'cookies'? Does it come from the same word as 'cooking'? I wonder who invented cookies. I wonder who invented cooking. Its different from baking. But making cookies is actually baking. Why arent they called 'bakies'? I'll call them bakies. Maybe the name was an accident. Hah, that was almost an accident Tuesday. Teachers shouldn't be allowed to prevent students from using the bathroom. Lucky for me I have willpower. I wonder what decides how much willpower people have. God? And why are there no churches outside the muggle world? Nothing wrong with a little religion sometimes.
Then he burned his finger, and he got back to cooking cookies. I mean, cooking bakies.

Current Mood: contemplative
Thursday, December 1st, 2005
6:50 pm
It was evening, and the halls were relatively empty. So, carrying two large baskets, Echo sneaked out of the Gryffindor common room and walked until he found a painting he liked. The people in the painting were always nice to him, and sometimes whispered clever things in his ear as he passed.
He put the baskets down on the floor gently, and sat down between them. He opened one basket, and took out a small, shiny, colorful bubble. Then he tapped it with his wand a few times, stared at it hard for a moment, and put it in the other basket. Then he did it again.
Sunday, November 13th, 2005
9:28 pm
Frisbees
Echo stood on the grass, near the Forbidden forest, throwing around a frisbee that would fly up to his peak, and return to him, as long as he ran to the right place.
So he was getting a lot of exercise.
But he had another motive. Classes were hard, and this was relieving his stress. He had a strict no-stress policy, but as he had three papers due yesterday and he hadn't gotten to them until tomorrow night. So throwing the frisbee was his meditation, and it was almost working.
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
2:39 am
water drinking before bed...
Echo woke up, feeling uncomfortable. He never liked waking up in the middle of the night. Especially at Hogwarts, where the floors were cold and the bathrooms far. He stayed in bed for a few minutes, thinking that the full bladder might just... Go away. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so finally, reluctantly, he got out of bed. Looking in a mirror, he noticed that he really did look bad after sleeping. His hair looked a bit like an explosion, and his shirt was backwards, and inside out. How could that happen? He put it on right when he went to bed. Was he that messy of a sleeper? Is it possible? At least his boxers were on straight.
So he walked, sleepily but quickly, because his feet were cold, out of the common room and through the porthole into the hall. He shivered. It was kind of scary there, by himself. Ghosts weren't a problem, but... Dark corridors, stretching on forever and ever gave him the jeebies.
So he started walking, keeping a hand against the wall.

Current Mood: scared
Saturday, October 15th, 2005
2:57 pm
Sitting is Nice
Echo sat reading in the Gryffindor common room. He wore a long black and grey striped bathrobe, and read a magazine about science fiction. He went to great lengths to get such a subscription, finding enough muggle money was quite hard, along with figuring out postage. On the plus side, it sort of gave him an edge in muggle studies.
But his mind was on other things, and he kept glancing over the top of his magazine at the wall, staring through it, off into space.

Current Mood: indescribable
Friday, October 14th, 2005
1:33 am
1000 Paper Cranes
Practicing...Collapse )

Current Mood: blah
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