Rowan Anne Hall's Journal

[rowan anne hall]

Day one.

I arrived at Mille-fuellie today. The dorms are nice and it looks like it will be a good year. I have already unpacked and started making my space feel at home.

Day two.
I relaxed today. I didn't have classes at all, which was surprising. I met two girls today, Veronica and Caitlyn. They seem nice, I hope to meet them sometime in the future.

Day three.
I have history this morning and other classes this afternoon.

[rowan anne hall]

(time skip involved)
I haven't written in a while it seems. I have made some new friends and my classes seem to be going along smoothly. It's a comforting thought.

There is talk about a Yule ball being held this winter, as excited as I am, I'm somewhat saddened. Around this time last year was when I confessed to Andrew, my archery teacher. The thought of him still makes me heart twinge. I'm not sure what I should feel.....

[rowan anne hall]

Too much time has passed my old friend. Too much time indeed. So many things has happened so very fast. I get dizzy thinking about them. Maybe writing them down will clear this up perhaps?
How about I start where I left off?

The Yule Ball was fabulous! I had a wonderful time and I danced a bit with Levi. He seemed a little awkward, but it was fun. I also met a charming stranger who I later found out was the new Psychology professor! Later in his class he seemed to have a hard time with a couple of students. Especially Damien, who was very rude to him! Thankfully he got detention.

I met some new friends, Ageha and Charlie in the dance hall and ended up giving them some pointers. It felt odd to teach someone else, but it made a good memory. Poor Charlie seemed awful flustered, but Ageha did very well!

I received a letter from the from the Assistant Headmistress one day asking to find a blue mushroom. In the old tower! Levi and I headed up there and searched for ages! Finally we found a blue, jeweled mushroom on a very ornate mirror. After prying it from the frame I put it where I was supposed to. I received another letter from the Assistant Headmistress that told me she was grateful and that I would receive a charm to protect me from good and bad faeries. Why would I need protection from bad faeries? The pendant on my bed was a small iron cross. I think faeries are supposed to be weak against iron.

I woke up very early one morning, (I detest waking up early) and found I had an itch in my fingers. A very familiar itch. So I went out to practice in the Western Woods, which turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I met Viljo after a while and we talked. Then we got attacked by wolves! Wolves! They grabbed Viljo and I started shooting at them. I ended up hurting myself, from their fangs and shooting incorrectly. I don't even remember how we got out. I now have a couple new scars and some ruined pants and a jacket. The wolves were weird though, like they weren't actually wolves or something. Maybe I'm going crazy? I keep having nightmares about the wolves. I keep feeling the fangs and claws in my sleep and sometimes I wake up screaming. It got pretty bad so I went home to relax after Valentines day. Which helped a bit.

Now I'm back at Mille-feuille. I'm too scared to get my stuff from the Woods. Let the wolves have them. I don't care. I still have my bow. Arrows can be replaced, our lives can't. Maybe I'll try my hand at embroidering or maybe take a walk by the lake. Either way, I need to put this behind me and move on.