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[06 Dec 2002|10:47pm] [ mood | awake ] Something has taken place within my heart that makes my blood boil. Yesterday, after training Marcus Flint found his way into the shower room, where I was located. I was taking a shower and I didn't know he was watching me. I placed a towel around me and found him there, staring at me. He grabbed me and forced himself upon me. I enjoyed it yes, but it was wrong...he raped me, yet it was rape for I told him to take me...I wanted him in me...and I..I think I'm slowly falling in love with him....I can't help but say I love him. Marcus Flint is a man, bigger then must. He knows what he wants and goes for it. That's how it is with him. I look up to him. My dorm mates came in...I must go. I'll write within tomorrow. Sheen Leon Farscape 5 Showed me a lesser death | I have everything to lose

[21 Nov 2002|11:17pm] [ mood | good ] Hell has runth over the cup of life and being. My father sends his love with this journal, so I loath it, yet I must keep a true and up-to-date record of this boring and tainted life I live. I have signed up for the Qudditch House Team for Slytherin as the position of Beater. Father would be filled with so much pride that he would burst about now. To bad he wouldn't blow-up. By far Slyther is not what my brothers Chris and Daniel had made it sound. It's a wouderful place for dealers in the Dark Arts to play their cards right. Hell, I even met a cute young man thats the Captain of the House Team. His name is Marcus Flint. Flint seems like me to have a bit of troll blood in his veins. Flint seems like a guy that one could enjoy waking up to every morning, hell I don't mind the bloody teeth myself. I find them oddly sexy in a way. Yet, all house's have their draw backs, and thank god Slytherin didn't accpet a Weasley by the name of Percy. That Perfect really gets on my bloody nerves. And then theres that damn idiot wanker Captain of the Gryffindor House Team. Wood. Oliver Wood. The man is obessed with the idea and very being of the game Qudditch. I can't blame him, it's a rudy good game, but not one to be obessed about. Bloody hell it's late, and Marcus is next door. His only one year ahead of me. It's begining to get boring without the Dark Lord around. But, atleast I don't need to get the Dark Mark tattoo on my forearm. Shit, my dorm mates are waking up from the nosie this quill is making. I'll write more later when I feel the need to. Sheen Leon Farscape</b> I have everything to lose

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