HP: The Crazy One

About a year has passed since the Nest was acquired and I have made some good use of it, juggling normal schooling was rather easy since I adamantly refused to do any extra-learning courses. I don't want to graduate from primary school and bring even more attention to myself. I'd rather use that time to read a new book, or just visit one of my favourite fiction novels. A good balance between fiction and non-fiction is crucial to keep your interest in reading. Apart from reading up a storm, I have also been sightseeing around Britain. So far I didn't even know what part of Britain I was in because it was never relevant to me, after asking I found out we are in Fosterhouses, Doncaster.

On my sightseeing walks around the area, I've witnessed quite a lot of interesting things and observed nature as it is. Usually watching the river flow, thinking about the power of erosion or at the trees in the forest, thinking about that paradox. As a result, I've gained a reputation of being an unreasonably smart airhead. Mostly because some kids in my class complained to their parents about how I'm always at the top of the class despite sleeping most of the time, thinking some shady business is going on. I cant say I didn't expect it but after an investigation by the school they found that I really was just passing on my own merits, and my habits at home came out around the same time.

You can imagine I didn't have anyone to talk to due to a combination of all these events. People in my class would avoid me, on the streets I see people giving me strange looks and sometimes I even feel like I'm being watched when I'm alone in the forests. I never chalked myself up as a paranoid type of person but I could swear to you up and down that I really did feel like someone was watching me.

On the flip side, because I didn't waste my time with extra activities I had plenty of time to go through the vast amount of books I extorted from my dad to read and understand their contents. Every time I walk into the Nest I think about the day I had to accompany my mum shopping and can't help but feel it was completely worth it. Even trying to sneak into my Dad's study I don't regret it at all.

However speaking of my parents, not much has changed. My dad rarely talks to me and I rarely take the initiative. We have reached a sort of white peace with each other. With Mum as the neutral nation, we mostly talk to each other through her. I am happy that they respect my sense of independence, however on certain things they won't give me any slack at all, like family dinners.

You didn't hear this from me, but I am happy she forces me and dad to eat dinner together. It brings a sense of normalcy to my otherwise weird but fulfilling life. Thinking of this whilst eating dinner with my family, I smiled. Dying was the best thing to happen to me.

After eating dinner I helped my Mum clean up the kitchen, like usual, and went to dry the dishes. As soon as I reached out for a plate and tried to pick it up, it shattered in my hand. Staring at the now shattered plate, I couldn't help but think to myself that maybe it was just old and had given into Crazing. Earning a weird look from my Mum, I quickly apologised and cleaned up the mess.

After dealing with the shattered plate I went to dry another one and yet again, it shattered in my hand. Before my mum could even say anything I touched the last plate, and as I had come to expect, it shattered.

"Well, Mum, I'm not sure what's going on here but I think we need new plates," I said nervously.

"That's ok, they were old anyways," She replied.

Letting out my breath, I sighed in relief. I don't know when I started to hold it.

"I heard something smashing?" My dad walked in with a serious gait. It seems he is expecting the worse.

"Just some plates breaking when Zane picked them up, dear." My mother replied.

After giving me a long glare, he huffs and walks back to his study. I still don't know what's in there...

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After that weird encounter with the Dinner Plates, I walked into the Nest and documented what happened. After some deliberation, I decided to write my journal in my own sort of Vigenère ciphertext. I doubt my parents will understand what it is, and I don't want them to read my journal and think I'm already more strange than I am.

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[15th Aug, 1988]

Today, I shattered 3 plates. While not on purpose, after the first plate broke I felt a weird rush throughout my body. After the second and third plates, I realized that the plates were not faulty and it was somehow my fault. The wave seemed to have originated from my heart and matched my heartbeat. But now that I'm focusing on trying to make the wave appear again, I am not getting any results.

Will check in with next strange occurance.

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I have decided to call my journal Dororthy. Why? Because no one would expect a journal called Dororthy to hold my strange secrets in it.

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A/N: Its'a me. Me.

I decided to have something of a journal so that the MC can keep track of strange occurrences that happened around him, as well as record any experiments he does to try and explore those strange occurrences.

I think conducting magical experiments is the heart of any kid's and adult's magical fantasy, testing the limits of magic to do stupid shi- stuff like making someone talk backwards for a whole day, stuff like that. You have to enjoy magic to dedicate your life to it in the same way you enjoy a subject so much you go to further education to know more about it.