Somebody make me a swag of Felix felicis or a cauldron of pure Euphoria. Anything to perk up this dull depressing mood that seem to swing my way. Well, in fact, I think a glass of alcohol filled drink might have done the trick. Right And I have absolutely no idea what to fill this space with other than hexs and jinxs and charms that fill my mind when every writing something came to mind. And I seem to be engulfed into narrating my every action like a book, I had to resist it like trying to put a counter jinx on it. Argghhz I'm going nuts.

Most perplexing of all I still have no idea who the HBP is seeing how slow a reader I am. No let me put it this way, I'd like to savour every last remaining word of the book, even though it hasn't really intrigued me much. Keeping in mind it was afterall, a Children's book, my mind began to be more forgiving.