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You know, it's the strangest thing, but I've been feeling rather nice all day. Even the stupid goat following me around isn't as annoying as usual. I wonder why it used to bother me so much?

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That's not really the point of this entry, though I have noticed that people often like to write about very mundane things in their lives. No, I was actually a bit bored this evening, so I wondered if anyone needed any help with homework? I've gotten all mine done, and it just seems like it might be a nice thing to do for people. Of course, I wouldn't actually do it FOR anyone, but I could probably help make some of the difficult concepts clearer. I'm quite a bit smarter than most of the people in the school, not that that's really anyone's fault.

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Holmes, we never did find you, I think, what happened with your goat?

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You know, really looking on it, I think I might be a homosexual. It was bothering me for awhile, for all sorts of reasons. But it's like the goat thing - suddenly it doesn't seem to be so important.

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Really? What other strange things have happened, sir?

And I don't know if it's the sort of thing to be congratulated on, it isn't as though I ACHIEVED anything. I just sort of am that way. Really, it's just a matter of percentages, population control, all that.

People feeling different, waking up in strange places and ending up with some form of never ending desserts if the journals are any indication.

I'm sure it comes as a small relief to realise. Personal growth is to be celebrated, apparently. Though I'm hardly going to start handing out points for it.

Oh, I hadn't been reading the other entries much, things have been a bit busy. That does all sound very odd. What could cause something like that?

And it doesn't really come as much of a relief, more like a curiosity than anything else. Certainly not personal growth. All it would really do was narrow my chances, statistically, of getting romantically involved with anyone if that was what I was interested in. Which I'm not. The only person I know of at Hogwarts of any possible interest fancies girls, and from what I've seen, that kind of entanglement only makes people unhappy in the long run, anyway.

I'm unsure. Obviously it's magic, but it doesn't seem to come from any particular source, nor does it react to our own magic.

Admitting it is a lot harder than you'd think. Perhaps it's a consequence of your strange mood.

I've never heard of magic like that. I do hope you lot, I mean the professors, figure it out soon.

And it wasn't very hard to admit, I don't think, as it has no personal relevance to my life. It would be much, much harder to admit I was bad at maths, or something like that. Not that I am. But if I was.

I should hope so, before the Inquisitor feels the need to become involved.

I suppose you are an exception to the majority, then.

I'm not much like 'the majority' in many ways.

[Though, in this, he actually is - he's just under the influence of magic right now. He's going to be mortified when the spell wears off, really.]

I had come to notice that, yes.

Thank you, sir!