|le 24 novembre 1982
||[Jun. 24th, 2010|08:38 pm]
Corinne Delacour Bell
St. Mungo's is a much nicer place when I am perfectly healthy, I think. The walls are very boring with very little colour and there are only boring charts hanging about. At least I had my journal with me, otherwise, I cannot imagine how bored I might be in this room.
Apparently, this just goes to show that no matter how careful you are with Emotions, sometimes things will go wrong and a bad mix doesn't always have an antidote. The only explanation that stands to reason is that someone got the color of Confusion confused with the Love that already had a touch of Jealousy added to it. All together, it made something very close to Anger and Rage that smelled strangely of molded roses.
Thank Merlin that I was the only one around. I am not sure who found me, but someone managed to get me here, instead of attempting an antidote that could have made things much worse. Next time I must extraordinarily careful with my work and not trust the labels as much as I have in the past.
I wish had something more to read.