I am not much of a Draco/Harry shipper, but this is too cute for me not to repost.

Today has been mediocre. The Advisory Board took us out for Chinese, but only three of them showed up, and I felt really sick after we left the restaurant, so I went back to sleep and had a dream about infiltrating some rich person's penthouse and stealing crazy amounts of money and almost getting caught when my partner thief decided to watch TV instead of leaving right away.

When I woke up again, I went to go help Laurel clean her house and did that for a couple of hours. I ended up leaving after breaking into tears while I was scrubbing cabinets. I really, really, really do not want to move and I just want to spend a lot of time crying with my head under the pillows, but that's not going to do any good.

I have to start packing my room this week. We should be getting the PODS to start packing this weekend. I don't think my parents are renting a house until I go back to Wells any more and I am so fucking sick of the story changing every single time we talk about this. I am just tired. Of everything. I just want everything to stop.