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BLAISE ZABINI

Limbo, as I will now refer to The Spot as due to the fact that it is the true name, is wonderful if you let it be. I've been able to get so much rest. In my dormitory, I live with Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Draco Malfoy. There is always some kind of messed up crap in our room that Professor Slughorn is tied up with us. It used to be Professor Snape—but circumstances state otherwise. Rumor has it that Professor Snape was a triple-agent. I'm confused to his first allegiance, so I'm in no state to say who he works for. The headmistress wouldn't let him come back after the war last summer because she said that he was too traitorous to be trusted by anyone.

Anyway, Draco used to always get his way because Professor Snape would bend over to kiss his ass the way Draco did in his classes. It was like some pretzel position that could only be achieved by those two. Now that Snapey-poo was gone—as well as the Dark Lord and Draco's father—Draco actually had to fend for himself. A way to end the school-career with a bang, right? Oh, did he get what was coming for him.

On July 22, the Dark Lord recruited purebloods. I was among them. He was livid. Never had I seen someone so horridly ugly. Ever. He had the most ugly pale skin with red glowing lines streaked across it—like veins that were on fire. His bald head was the same way. It looked like it was fixing to burst with all those nasty veins glowing and pulsating. His scarlet slit eyes were the last of my worries.

I'd heard of his being a master Legilimens. That scared me at first. But then when I saw how many people were there for forceful recruitment, I realized that he couldn't possibly Legilimanize (I guess that's how you say it) everyone there, could he? I was wrong. When he picked out five people at a time and killed them in front of our eyes for planning treachery, I quickly changed my mindset. I lied to myself so well that even I believed that I was ready to go out and kill muggle-borns and half-bloods. I've told you I'm an actor. It worked. We were in a war that lasted nine days. I had not killed anyone; instead I escaped and took to hiding myself.

When word reached me (and my mother) that the Dark Lord was vanquished for good, we resurfaced as though nothing happened. And it has been that way, for no one there knew the identity of anyone else there. I say all that to say that by some bullocks reason, Draco Malfoy was admitted back to Hogwarts!

Anyway, everyone welcomed him back because he was supposed to be some 'spy' for the Order of the Phoenix or something. Can you say bullcrap? I sure can. I've also been saying its more vulgar counterpart for the last four months. It just boils my blood to see him go and not innocent people. No. I lie. I don't care for the innocent people—I just want Draco to leave me alone!

He is so annoying! He is always around. He gives me unwanted sensual attention and keeps telling me how I should realize that my asexuality is actually bisexuality. It's just... I want to barf.

My roommates do the stupidest things. Crabbe and Goyle are fighting over everything and threatening Draco for something (I don't know what). Nott is quite delusional. He wasn't an active member of anything—he was just one with a big mouth about his daddy's accomplishments. He keeps mostly to himself in a tight ball with his arms wrapped around his knees. I only pity him. I sort of protect him as well at times. He isn't a bad guy, just not mentally self-sufficient. He trusts me more than I'd like him to, but if he can be helped…

I can't even tell my story in past tense anymore because this sh!t is still going on! But the rest of my story can be told that way. I believe I was talking about Limbo and how wonderful it was. Anyway…

I ordered an extra set of schoolbooks and kept them in my space in Limbo… Along with a couple of self-playing violins. My Limbo space consisted of the part of the river that emptied into the reservoir (that I still call a lake) and edge of the tropical rainforest behind it and everything between it. Ron's place was right next to mine and had the same thing (except he has the running river). Zacharias (who I have become friends with) and Anthony (who has gotten very close to the aforementioned) combined their Limbo spaces.

The spaces were really just for the sake of being able to put down our personal stuff without having to crowd each other out. They weren't really that big either. I mean, we weren't possession hogs or anything.

The place is great! The most I'd stayed here is for two weeks. If I could, I'd stay here forever. And I can—it's just the matter of not aging there. And now, here I am. I have been here for a week and a half on a self-appointed vacation. I have also studied for the Benchmark exams (diagnostic tests administered every two months) until the point of exhaustion.

Around here, nudity doesn't mean anything too big as it would anywhere else. Anthony and Zacharias don't go around having sex as much as you'd think they would. And to be truthful, they're actually both virgins. My quest for Ronald's heart has been put into motion. Even as I lay here under this heated sky (there's no sun here—just light in the sky and no light in the sky), I wonder why my heart chose to fall for that redhead.

When I analyze it from an overhead view, I see this: A male who has an attraction to another male despite social and financial standings and despite what others think (I've never cared before, why start now?).

I push my fingers through my coily hair and yawn in the heat of the sky. Ronald has cast a spell on himself so that he would float on the top of the water and sunbathe. I don't need any water-floating charm to do that—I've got the Water Ani, need I remind you?

Ronald has what's coming to him. I plan on playing my move soon. Romanticism is an art form, you know. For a lasting relationship full of trust and happiness, one must first relinquish one's self to the universe and realize that everything is connected. That being said, one must realize that since everyone is connected, a piece of you is inside your crush, so if you know yourself, you know them as well (aside from the part that you don't know until you realize that you are also inside of them). And now that I am relinquished and I have already previously found myself in Ronald, now is the time to confide in him. Wish me luck?