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004. I'm so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight
[Private]
Last night was a full moon.
This morning, I woke up in the hospital wing and I couldn't see anything. For all of eight seconds, I panicked. I thought I might have finally scratched my own eyes out or offed myself, before determining definitively that I could actually see something like gauze that happened to be right in front of my eyes. There was something else on my forehead and the bridge of my nose, something wet, slick and impossibly cold, and there was gauze wrapped around it. It sort of made my head feel like an unfinished paper mache balloon, except for the stinging in my forehead, which was rather more like someone had tried to split it in two.
As it happens, I wasn't especially far off. At some point last night, I took a dig at my face from my scalp to the pad of my cheek. Apparently, it slid right to the side of my tear duct and barely missed my eye. The nurse told me I was lucky that I had missed it last night. That I hadn't scratched my eye out. That now, all I have to worry about is the rather impressive red, angry scar running across my forehead. People are going to ask questions, and I don't know what to tell them.Funny. I've never thought of it as lucky or impressive. I don't remember it at all, but my hair was still matted with blood when I woke up, and I have wanted to wash it out so badly that it has been driving my crazy all day. I hate the way blood smells, I hate the way blood tastes, I hate the way blood feels when it's sticky and caked on my skin, and I hate that there's some part of me that refuses to hate it. She took off the bandages about two hours ago, but she has been back to put some sort of salve on it since. I wish she would take down the mirror in here, but I don't want to be any trouble. I don't want to see it.
Missing another Monday this close to OWL's is miserable. Something I missed will probably end up being on the exam, I won't have any idea how to do it, I will fail the OWL's and I will be forced to prepare for a career as a dish washer at the Leaky Cauldron, where I will probably be allergic to the dish soap and develop extremely uncomfortable dermatitis that causes my fingers to blister and never really goes away, and one day I'll forget and start drinking figwart tea and the allergic reaction will become so out of hand that they have to give me epinephrine, and because I've been drinking the aforementioned tea, I will go into instant cardiac arrest, and then the Leaky Cauldron will be in the market for a new dish washer.
On the plus side, however, I had time to set about rereading A Separate Peace. That is one of those books you miss when it's over, when you have stopped reading it, and you want to read it again just to see the characters once more. You feel like you got to know them, like they were old friends, and you just need to see them one more time.
[/Private]
[Sirius]
Can you think of a good cover story for a scar the size of a small Soviet Republic?
[/Sirius]
If anyone took good notes today, I would really appreciate it if he or she would lend them to me. I was ill today and I couldn't come to class, so I am rather behind. If anyone could let me know what the homework was, I would also be grateful.
Remus J. Lupin
[Private]
Last night was a full moon.
This morning, I woke up in the hospital wing and I couldn't see anything. For all of eight seconds, I panicked. I thought I might have finally scratched my own eyes out or offed myself, before determining definitively that I could actually see something like gauze that happened to be right in front of my eyes. There was something else on my forehead and the bridge of my nose, something wet, slick and impossibly cold, and there was gauze wrapped around it. It sort of made my head feel like an unfinished paper mache balloon, except for the stinging in my forehead, which was rather more like someone had tried to split it in two.
As it happens, I wasn't especially far off. At some point last night, I took a dig at my face from my scalp to the pad of my cheek. Apparently, it slid right to the side of my tear duct and barely missed my eye. The nurse told me I was lucky that I had missed it last night. That I hadn't scratched my eye out. That now, all I have to worry about is the rather impressive red, angry scar running across my forehead. People are going to ask questions, and I don't know what to tell them.
Missing another Monday this close to OWL's is miserable. Something I missed will probably end up being on the exam, I won't have any idea how to do it, I will fail the OWL's and I will be forced to prepare for a career as a dish washer at the Leaky Cauldron, where I will probably be allergic to the dish soap and develop extremely uncomfortable dermatitis that causes my fingers to blister and never really goes away, and one day I'll forget and start drinking figwart tea and the allergic reaction will become so out of hand that they have to give me epinephrine, and because I've been drinking the aforementioned tea, I will go into instant cardiac arrest, and then the Leaky Cauldron will be in the market for a new dish washer.
On the plus side, however, I had time to set about rereading A Separate Peace. That is one of those books you miss when it's over, when you have stopped reading it, and you want to read it again just to see the characters once more. You feel like you got to know them, like they were old friends, and you just need to see them one more time.
[/Private]
[Sirius]
Can you think of a good cover story for a scar the size of a small Soviet Republic?
[/Sirius]
If anyone took good notes today, I would really appreciate it if he or she would lend them to me. I was ill today and I couldn't come to class, so I am rather behind. If anyone could let me know what the homework was, I would also be grateful.
Remus J. Lupin