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December 16th, 1974
Sometimes I wonder why I do it. The whole lot. I really sit, and yes, think, about why I do half the things I do. Like school. We’re all given the same information, and it’s our choice what to do with it. I’d like to know why I finish every single project, every paper, every last one - Long before the due date. I mean, it’s not like my teachers will ever know. They mark everything they’re given on the due date, and not a date before. And yet, my sub-conscious scrapes that dull knife against my insides – just a reminder! – And yet, no matter what, I know that this is what I’ll always do. Early is safe. And we all know Remus Lupin is safe. I wonder why I worry worried constantly about Sirius, when I knew that he’d royally fuck it up, as he does with everything. He can’t be serious for a moment, and yet I’ve always tried. It’s not like I’m trying anymore for him – well, for James – but it’ll always bug me. Maybe that’s why I always let them copy. I’m more worried about them failing than me getting caught. Mooony PS - Christmas, wonder if that party’s even happening this year.
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