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Druella's Journal (I) - 20 August
Good afternoon – or evening, as it seems is the case in this time. I am Druella Rosier of June 1946, a seventh year Slytherin previously undergoing the process of sitting the N.E.W.T. examinations before my arrival here. While I recognize only a few names in these pages thus far, I hope to rectify that situation shortly.

I am aware that many individuals are from times far into my future and so I am requesting that those related to me, should you be here at this time, identify yourselves privately so I will know who each of you are, what reality you hail from if such distinctions are necessary and whatever else you feel moved to share at this time. I assure you, I am fully aware of the risks of asking, but it is my wish to obtain any necessary knowledge of my future from the right sort of individuals.

Forgive my boldness, but I feel it important to mention that I will not look kindly on public proclamations of relationships or future facts in response to this, as I am certain there are those who have expressed a disinterest in knowing the future who might stumble upon the words unawares.

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After several hours perusing this journal, which I felt was the wiser course of action than just jumping right in to this newfound madness, I believe I have the measure of things. Or, perhaps more accurately, at least the idea of the basics. There are some familiar names in these pages and I have to admit, it will be a comfort should these individuals prove to be the ones I know in my own time. I just wish Cecelia's name would appear but as of yet, I have seen no sign of it.

I wonder if my future relations will be of only one specific generation, such as future children, or further still such as grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I find the knowledge daunting but necessary to face this situation, as I will not have revelations sprung upon me at various intervals. I will know now and thus be far better prepared for the other challenges of this place.

One point of some consternation for me is that there seems to be a worrisome lack of manners and propriety from those of the future in regards to how they address those of that past. I know I will not tolerate being spoken to in such a fashion and I am fully prepared to deal with anyone who should see fit to display their lack on manners near me and run on about things they believe they know.

I have already seen a rat and dispatched with it, despite the task being absolutely disgusting. I do hope those of my house have seen to exterminating vermin and other pests from the common room and dormitories, as it would show a sincere lack of initiative it they have not. I lament my trunk being in my room when this occurred, I suppose it is too much to hope it was somehow brought back with me? At least I have my bag though I will soon need to create more paint, it seems.
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