Michelle Moon's Journal

11:36pm: Owww!

I can't believe I did this. I twisted my ankle today while practicing! It'll be healed by tomorrow...but bloody hell. I'm frustrated with this. There's no time for this!...

7:35pm: I don't believe this but I actually won the betting pool. This is- Well this is hilarious actually. Alright everyone. Pay up. You know who you are.

10:11pm: ( Private to Tabitha Moon - Urgent! )

( Private to friends )

( Private to Dean )

10:03pm: ( Private to Neville )

1:49pm: ...

What the bloody hell!? It says I did what?! I don't believe this!

( Private to Dean )

1:59am: So I don't understand this. One moment she's here and she's spelling this goop on my face the next she gets an owl drinks something and tada she's off to go and see the Son of Snape.... Merlin that was odd... more so than normal... And I've seen some pretty odd things expecially lately. Said it was a beauty potion and- Well I don't know...

[Dean]
...Dean I'm on my way down... when you see me, please don't laugh it isn't my fault....

8:25pm: Despite what you said earlier Rosslyn, I'm afraid that I'm going to "be kidnapped by the gnomes" again tonight. Got some things that I have to do... all the same, if you try to show me the food in your mouth again, so help me, I'll levitate you!

Heading to the Room tonight...

( Private to Neville )

( Private to Hermione )

( Private to Liam Moon )

9:02pm: They found her!!! They found Aunt Tabitha! She was unconscious in a muggle hospital! Oh thank Merlin...

1:22am: ...

Professor Dumbledore ... this- it can't...

I can't believe he's gone...

4:16pm: ( Private to self )

( Private to Ajax Bole )

6:06pm: I spent the afternoon sliding rocks across a small section of the lake that I froze... Nothing wrong with practicing I suppose. Better than doing it in that room by myself...

Despite my questions, Milton - my aunt's friend at the Ministry - refuses to tell me anything else about how it happened. I suppose that it makes sense. He doesn't know me... being a student. But can he blame me wanting to know how this happened?! 300 dead or missing?!

She's alive... I just know it...

I need to go and owl Everett... see how Uncle Liam is doing... then off to practice.

9:10pm: Hexed private to Friends
Anyone who was looking for me today, I'm sorry that I'm not there... I had to go home. Uncle Liam... I got a letter from Wally his producer. His best friend Everett looked in on him last night and he was just sitting there staring at the wall. I'm sorry for talking off like I did, but I got the owl at 3 this morning and headed out right away... Hermione, I'm sorry for waking you up when I was getting ready to leave... I had asked Percy ahead of time... I figured something like this might happen.

I should be back tonight... I don't want to leave Uncle Liam alone. He's better. Talking now. We went to Saint Mungos. She's not there. There's no word on Aunt Tabitha... All we have is her Badge...

They haven't found her... But they found her Ministry badge. No body. Just the badge. That means she's still alive.... right? Maybe?

[Hexed to Close friends (Neville, etc)]
I'm flooing back now... I'll be back soon.

12:24pm: ...the Ministry attack.... Aunt Tabby's missing...

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!!!!!!

I need to get out of here before I do some damage! If you know where to find me then you'll find me. If not then don't!!!

11:05am: It's my father's birthday... And for some reason throwing flowers into the lake just doesn't seem to fit...

He would have been 37...

I'm not going to classes today. I rather doubt that the professor's will mind... And if they do. Well bugger off... I just can't. Not today.

It's sad to think of it... My father and my aunt's birthday today. Both gone. Mum gone. One by one all dying. Uncle Liam and I are all that's left...

6:24pm: I've thought long and hard about this... Christmas is tomorrow. And tyhat means that your concert is tomorrow too, doesn't it Drake? Fine. Go. Do it. But I'm watching. I'll be there. ... Just do a good job? alright?

1:25am: The milestones of the first are supposed to be the hardest... The first birthday, the first new years, but I think the most poignant - and the one that is clearly on my mind right now is the first Christmas... The first Christmas knowing he won't be throwing all types of sweets into a box with the cards holiday cards from the staff at the Prophet He won't be sending me those sweet berries from the manor like he does every year.

This is the first Christmas that I can't send him his present... the new pocket watch I bought over the summer... before the attack. If I'd known I'd have given it to him then... Somehow it found its way into my trunk when I was packing.

I've tried to cry... I'm trying to let go as best I can...



...On Christmas I hope it snows.

12:46pm: All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am
I was waiting
For the day you'd come around.
I was chasing,
And nothing was all I found.
From the moment you came into my life,
You showed me what's right.

And it feels like tonight.
I can't believe I'm broken inside.
Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do,
But try to make it up to you?
And it feels like ( tonight )