You would think Christmas at hogwarts would be brilliant, full of beautiful decorations and wonderus magic, a whole castle practically empty begging to be explored. In reality It feels lonely.
Most who have stayed don't really have anyone to go home too. I could have gone home I suppose. Could have seen my family, spent a couple of weeks in their company, witnessing their happiness and merriment, I knew though, I'd have ruined it. No one wants to be around someone like me at Christmas, so I stayed.
It has been nice here in a way, Gryffindor Tower is quiet for a change and I've managed to steal the best seats by the fire, though there isn't anyone else here to steal them from. Spending this week alone has taken its toll on me.
The invasive thoughts I was sure I was past have returned, along with the awhful mood I was certain I had kicked over the summer. They burrow deep into my brain, the half-baked plans and ideas about how I'd do it, or where. Magic makes somethings so much quicker and easier...
I really had believed I was past this kind of thinking but here we are, I just hope It isn't my norm again and I make it to next term, we'll see I guess.
Merry Christmas.