I can't hex this private, which is very annoying. However, the person it is meant for should understand. The rest of you can mind your own business:

I won't bother you anymore. Forget I ever said anything. I am sorry.

Goldstein, I need to talk to you.

I remember when Professor Dumbledore was alive. And during out third year, there was the rumor that Sirius Black had been seen on the castle grounds. And they locked the entire student body in the Great Hall until they could search the castle thoroughly.

I wish Professor Dumbledore was still alive.

His death is bringing me clarity. If this is the price, I accept your terms, Doctor Faustus.

i seem to have lost my favorite penknife. i am not particularly fascinated with this turn of events.

fortunately there are other things. yes, other things.

[private to Jamie]

i've missed you.

i haven't had the best days. it's probably better you haven't seen me.

i would like to see you though, touch you and let you just hold me. i hope this isn't too much to ask. i know it is, though. nobody likes playing with broken toys for long.

some things come to those who deserve them

most things seem to not be deserved, whether they be good or bad. but i don't know.

it means nothing. don't ask. i don't know.

i don't.

no escape now. none, none, none

herded like goats for the slaughter but the butcher won't come close.

what's a magic school with students who can't perform magic?

want to know which of the founders was so cruel to think slytherin deserved the dungeons
all this room in the castle
no windows
no natural light
growing like weeds like fungi feeding on dead things and darkness

i'm moving to see the sun
the sun

The thing about death is that it is so rarely useful.