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seems like I always fall short of being worthy
cause I ain't good enough, but He still loves me
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NEWT results are in.

The wedding job is over.


I'm honestly not sure which one I feel more accomplished about. Of course this sense of accomplishment comes with a big disconnect from the world as it were. I don't think I have really any sense of the world outside of exams, the studio, my parents, and of course Sara.

Of course now that excuse that I am waiting until NEWTs to figure out what happens next doesn't really hold up. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to leverage new platform so that I can avoid any of those serious questions or thoughts for just a little bit longer?

PRIVATE to NEVILLE, SEAMUS, LAVENDER, PARVATI, L.MOON, GINNY...:
So, those letters I am going to assume we all received today - my wish is only that people are honest in what they put forth and are not just looking to cause more trouble for people.
/SELECT GRYFFINDORS


PRIVATE to RAVENCLAWS 1998
Cynical, but I can't help but think that the Ministry wants us to be distracted for NEWTs. Or maybe they really don't matter anymore. That has to be what they are trying to tell us, right?
/RAVENCLAWS 1998

I have a meeting with a features editor at The Prophet on Friday. Apparently my aunt has been sharing my portfolio with people. At least this solves the problem as to where my portfolio went. But not the one where I have to figure how to be enough of a grown up for that. I don't really know how I feel about the whole thing given the subject of the job, but if it is handled well I think it could be an interesting feature.

And along the theme of meddling family members, I am really starting to have doubts about the benefits of weekly dinner with my parents. At least they stopped trying to get me to go to services with them. This week the theme was that with all of my free time I should start looking into volunteer opportunities because apparently there aren't enough Cornfoots around the hospital.

I just don't think I could

Instead, I think I am going to use all that supposed free time this week to see if I can figure out how to make empanadas. And I guess be amused how easy it is to seek comfort in favorite foods in times like these.

That and apparently writing can be good, help get things out I guess.

Dinner with the family this evening was just so weird. I mean it's weird mum and dad are back in England to begin with. Although I get that, St. Mungo's needs healers and social workers, but that doesn't make it any less strange to think of them here.

But more so with insisting we come over for Sunday dinner. And then asking me what I plan to do with my life right now.

I'm not sure they appreciated my lack of a definitive answer. But I think that I might be in good company with that.