Hospital Wing

-Stares at Luna, Dee and Joel wondering who I'm supposed to talk to-

3 therapists are better than 1

-starts doodling- BUNNICORN!! -shows picture off-


[im in like...4 placs now...here, running back form the forest with a confused unicron over my shoulder and a Cullenified Centaur chasing me, my coffin in the Emo Corner, and playing with bunnies at the lake..]

-Doesn't think I should discuss some of these things with the mother of my Lunamorties and my Daughter-

-is a perfect, impartial third party. and he has a picture of a bunnicorn-

-Grins at the sight of Joel then frowns-
Some of this stuff may be scarring. Like, fatal scarring. Scarring in the shape of lightning bolts.

*hides under bed to hear*

*hides next to Dee and is totally not eavesdropping*

-inconspicuously enters HW to listen-

-sighs and lays down on a couch-
It all started when I was 11. Life was just dandy until the plum bearded man came and turned everything upside down....

[Born and raised in an orphanage... Am I right?]

Mhmm...-takes notes- And what happened? How did that make you feel?

Well, first I thought he was going to take me away to some mad school. He ended up admitting me to Hogwarts, which all in all isn't much different from a mad house.
But things really got troublesome when I was 15. I just wanted to like... Kill things. ALL THE TIME.

*is waiting for the good part*

b-b-but killing people doesn't make them like you.
it just makes them dead.
-cowers-

So when I got a little older, after my first murder like around 16, I became the all time biggest man whore Hogwarts has ever seen.

Mhmm... and what do you think brought on these urges? Your past? Your family's inbred, twisted, snakey genes? Hunger, maybe growth pains? -still taking notes-

No I think I was just a girl magnet. You see, I'm like really, really, ridiculously good looking.

*rolls eyes under the bed*

-i think that there's more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking.
that's why i opened a school so kids could read good and do other stuff good too.-

*mouths to Dee*
Conceited

-coughs- Well, yeah you are. So, you think it was your overwhelming sexual allure that turned you into a man whore? -still taking notes, mutter something about lucky conceited bastard under his breath-

[Hahahaha!]

Fred has taken refuge under the bed with Luna and Dee. "Well this is an interesting turn of events," he whispered.

*Is still not happy with Voldy and Pete* Yes. It. Is

Yes something like that...
Anyways, during my 6th year there was this .... incident with one of the girls that nearly resulted in... well thats not important anymore.
As you can see my good looks have resulted in like ..... I don't even know how many kids. But its a ridiculous amount, and its like all I hear 24/7 is DADDY THIS DADDY THAT and its like HEY, SHUTTUP, I'M TRYING TO MAKE SOME MOVES ON THIS CHICK, OK?

But then I realize, ALL THE WOMEN (and men) ARE DISTRACTING ME FROM MY WORLD WIDE GENOCIDE. I can't even remember the last time I did something remotely evil. It's horrible.