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Post by Sofia Flint on Aug 27, 2008 20:54:55 GMT -5
S O F I A ; I am the devil And I've come to do the devil's work Dear Diary, It's me, Margaret! No, really, it's just Sofie.
At the moment, there's not much to talk about. But I figured it'd be wrong of me not to make my first entry in this pretty little diary daddy sent me in the mail. He always knows how to make me smile. I really do miss him, but, alas, I need to be at Hogwarts and he needs to be working.
Any who, I have some potions homework I've been neglecting to do. It's not that I hate the subject; I actually adore it. It's just that I'm way too distracted by these pretty people lately. However, homework calls, and I need to keep my grades up!
Until later, my love!
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Post by Sofia Flint on Aug 31, 2008 1:22:42 GMT -5
S O F I A ; To absolutely drive you wild, wild.. She's all out to get you Dear Diary;So, I've decided that I absolutely detest the silly little Weasley girl. But, thanks to Cypress (who, might I add, I also hate), I now have a wonderful nickname for the little bugger.
Hello Freckles.
It absolutely pisses her off, and I love it. Why else wouldn't I? That and she thinks that by calling me 'Sophie' it'll bother me. But, sadly, it doesn't. She'll just have to find some other way to get into my head... which she won't.
Any who! On to more important things. Like the Halloween Ball. I'm excited. I all ready have my costume, and I'm looking for a date. I was thinking about asking Jaiden, since we get along oh-so well, and god knows we'd have tons of fun during and after the ball. Then again, I bet we'd meet up anyway even if we didn't go together.
Well, here's the costume.
Yes, dear diary, that is a French Maid. 1. I love French 2. French maids are hot, and I'm sure I'd drive all the boys crazy.
Well, that's all for now, diary. Updates later!
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Post by Sofia Flint on Sept 2, 2008 15:02:00 GMT -5
S O F I A ; Destroy me to your liking. Dearest creature, never let me go. Dear Diary, Today's subject: Jonathan Macnair.
So, I'm sure there's been plenty of other girls who have written about such a fine wizard as Mr. Macnair. For example, Kamilla Bitch-face Lestrange, Lucy 'Freckles' Weasley, and not to mention that awful Sinclair girl he decided to get engaged to. I mean, honestly, Jon... could you have picked anyone worse than her? Oh, yes you could have. I forgot about Kamilla again.
Anyways, the whole point of this damn journal entry is that I can't decide if I'm pissed off at him, love him, hate him, want to jump his bones (hardy har-har... please, hold back on the slut jokes for a few), or what. He's so damn confusing to me half the time, and I'm absolutely enraged at that fact. Can't he just make up his damn mind?
First he's all a sweet heart to me in the Owlery. Talking about good old times and all of that, and even shared a few kisses. And you know how hard it is to pull out my sweet side, diary... but Jon can do it. And I can't tell if he likes that fact and is parading it around or what. And then! And then we have detention with the awful little Weasley girl! He's actually nice to her! And ignored me like he hadn't even been talking to me. So what, I accidentally spilled water on her (though, I must admit that was quite convenient), and she freaks out. And Jon rushes over to her like he's so eager to help and comforts her. And then! They go on about talking like I'm not even there.
But that's not the end of it. So today, during breakfast in the Great Hall, that silly Ravenclaw girl Hadyn Bryant gets a howler. You know we all take joy out of those, watching people's misery as they get yelled at. And this one seemed like quite the spicy bit of information, revealing the fact that she'd fucked Jon while he was dating Kamilla and Sadie. Of course that'd be fine by me, but then I hear he did her while dating me. And to think! He'd just told me he'd been good the entire time we were seeing each other. Fat load of good it did for me to believe him on that point. What the bloody hell was I thinking? I'd actually put some effort into that relationship, not even so much as flirting with a guy in more than a way that wasn't innocent. And then I get my back stabbed by him, finding out that he was just as big of a liar as I can be sometimes. Fucking that bloody Hadyn Bryant.
So, I'm sure I sound like your average whiny teenage girl, but I can't help it. He's getting on my nerves, but the second we're alone... he knows exactly how to evaporate everything from my system. I'm like putty in his hands. His long, hard, beautiful hands... I'm getting carried away. Anyway, I don't really like that idea very much. But it's not like I can stop it.
I just don't know how I'm supposed to react around him. You can bet your pretty little ass that he's on the top of my list of people to be angry with, but you know how my anger and Jonathan Macnair go together. They don't exactly mesh well. In fact, he seems to suck me dry of it, and I don't know as if that's a good thing or not. Maybe for him. But for me? Not so bloody-fucking much.
I hope you understand this, Mr. Macnair. You confuse the living hell out of me, and I don't even know if I like it or not. Which, in itself, is even more confusion. Would you stop toying with me and decide if you're going to love me or not?
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Post by Sofia Flint on Nov 4, 2008 6:17:45 GMT -5
S O F I A ; I'm losing my interest With these empty pages Dear Diary, Just to let you know, once again, I still want to punch Lucy Weasley in the face so hard... Or throw her into the Black Lake. Or rip her eyes out... I should really stop with all the violent thoughts, hmm?
It's the same old thing, really. Lucy and Jon, Lucy and Jon, Lucy. and. Jon. [/b] When's he going to realize that a blood traitor doesn't make a wife? Or a good one, anyway? And that there's clearly so many better women here at this school than that thing. Hell, Kamilla Lestrange is even a few steps up (but don't get me started on that bitch either). You know... I really do hate feeling vulnerable and lonely. It's not a good feeling for Sofia Flint to have, to be completely honest. It's not that am actually alone; Hell, I'm never alone physically. There's plenty of other boy toys I can use when I want them... But they're not satisfying me like the once did. And god knows Jon has everything to do with that. I hate these feelings. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 19, 2008 10:12:14 GMT -5
S O F I A ; Isolation, necessity. Nothing cleanses quite like fire. Dear Diary, New subject: Wes Borgin.
Yes, he's still a boy. What more could you expect from me?
However, it's not your usual thing.
I mean, yes, he's drop dead gorgeous and I wouldn't mind getting him into a bed with me... Well, duh. Again, what more could you expect from me? I'm such a dirty girl... Get over it, diary, you know me.
But... He's got me thinking, you know? About me. He's making all these feelings resurface. The feelings that I long ago buried deep down inside me. 'Sofia Flint doesn't need people to trust her. To like her. To want to be near her for other reasons than just sex.'
But... I kind of do. He started talking to me about trust. How he thinks people deserve to get the chance to be trusted before they just brush the person off. "The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him." That kind of thing... And I've come to know that no one really trusts me, aside from my father and Mayhew. Hell, I'm not even sure my mother trusts me.
Which brings me to another subject. Pansy. Mommy dearest. I find that I'm slowly losing faith in her. She's so distant all the time when I'm home. She and daddy get into fights all the time now, and it's so damn annoying. Hell, if they split up, whatever. I couldn't care less. It's just that... I don't want her hurting him. I love dad to death. But with the way she's been lately, I can't take it. It's bloody annoying. Why can't she just cast off those thoughts or feelings or whatever the hell it is and just be normal? We could have a nice life without all of that. But whatever. Enough about her. She doesn't matter as much as Wes does.
See... he's making me feel a lot less lonely. He says he trusts me, and he'll disregard my reputation. It's amazing. All the things he's most definitely heard from all of those damn Hufflepuffs... and yet he's going to throw it all aside and like me. I like that.
I... like that.
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