April 2nd, 2014

Dormitory

Upon receiving my letter, Uncle Loren presented me with this journal, one that has, somehow, been passed down in the men of the family for generations, or so he claims. The only truth to this however is the state the book itself is in. Old, worn, black leather that smells of musty books and peppered with the small hint of cedar from the chest it has been kept in, the only real latch serving it is the key to my bedroom back home, ensuring that it is locked. No one dares go in there without my permission, not even the House Elves.

Mother was thrilled when I received my letter, though in truth I had no intention of going, she practically begged Father and Uncle to dissuade me from staying home in favor of a private education. She is desperate it seems to try and make me more sociable. no doubt even now she is waiting eagerly for some sort of letter or word that I have settled in and made new friends. Ridiculous really, I've no time for such things, and intend to focus on my studies more than anything. With Father growing older, and being an only child, it will soon fall on me to take over the family line, marry, and produce an heir, or at least that is what the society of being a pure-blood has taught me.

They say that blood is thicker than water, though even the blood itself is made up of water in its own right, how then can we differentiate between the two? I have never been a sociable person by nature, preferring to keep to myself and my own thoughts and opinions unless asked for it. Such a thing usually only happens once, as I have been told in not so many words that my opinions are often blunt, to the point, and usually hurtful. This is never my intention, but why beat around the topic at hand with sugar coated words, when it is best to simply state the truth and grin and bear the pain to get it over with?

Because of this, matters of the heart such as the concept of love or friendship is difficult for me to understand. Mother and Fathers marriages was of course arranged, and though Father seems to regard Mother with respect as an equal and the mother of his child, there is little else, yet Mother constantly pines for his affections like a puppy. Such things confuse me really, and I myself want no part in them.

I have plenty enough on my plate here though, with at least 6 courses I am taking, and quite possibly more, I doubt I will have tie for social visits, though as always I will of course, be polite. My professors it seems are intent on making me sociable as well, as many of my assignments are introductions of oneself. Bullocks if you ask me, but I suppose there can be no harm in it.

I am however, begining to regret bringing my cat, Lucifer with me, the black creature seems intent on stealing as much of my attention as possible with his annoying chatter and demands for attention. Just this morning while writing a letter to let my parents know I arrived safely he jumped up onto the table and spilled ink everywhere, including my new clothes. I gave a beast a kick for good measure and even now I can hear his constant mewling in my ears, no doubt wanting food or simply into my trunk to roll himself and shed all over my clothes. Bloody nuisance.

Still, at least I know that by bringing him instead of my owl that I have at home, I shall at least have some company that won't talk back to me, at least often, though I don't know how I will get any work done with him always pining for my affections.

Though I see no real point in writing down my thoughts, as they cannot help me solve problems or offer me advice, I am amazed to see how many pages I have filled up with this entry alone. I should stop this childish endeavor and focus on my studies, no doubt there is much work that needs to be completed. 

Perhaps later, I shall return and simply rip this page out, or add to it, if I somehow feel that the mood strikes me. Still, I see no harm, and if nothing else it will give me something to collect my thoughts in. Perhaps becoming more organized with such things will help me in my studies. Hmm, I'm almost out of ink, I suppose I should go and refill my pot before settling back to work...