I just started laughing when I read the last thing you wrote. Perhaps I'll smash every tea set in the Protectorate when I get out of here.
It's funny to be nostalgic about those times in the Forest, isn't it? I think we were bit by every possible insect within miles until we were sensible enough to start carrying potions to keep them away. It's a good thing Madam Pomfrey was staffing the Hospital Wing then so I didn't have to explain all the welts to Haruman Patil.
The best that we can, that's what we're all trying to do. Things feel different now, though. There's such a sense of dread. What happened to Daphne was such a shock to so many. She was the Head Girl, she was being married to one of the most powerful people in the Protectorate, and she was cut down right in front of us all. I think it's truly dawning on a whole lot of people that it's like Draco said: nothing we do can keep us safe. Maybe it's being without our wands; it's hard not to feel helpless. It gives me a little idea of how Terry and Hermione felt all those years.
I miss you. I do look forward to seeing you this summer. That's what I really wanted to say, I suppose.
When things seem dreadful, that's when I miss you the most.
Mr Longbottom is very kind to let you use his journal for the night (thank you, Mr Longbottom), so I hope he's too kind to laugh at that. I do wish you had your own, though. I suppose the Order Only lock has spoiled me. Most other people realise that their private messages aren't really private.
If we could be truly private...
Well, I suppose there are things that can only be said in person. Or done.
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It's funny to be nostalgic about those times in the Forest, isn't it? I think we were bit by every possible insect within miles until we were sensible enough to start carrying potions to keep them away. It's a good thing Madam Pomfrey was staffing the Hospital Wing then so I didn't have to explain all the welts to Haruman Patil.
The best that we can, that's what we're all trying to do. Things feel different now, though. There's such a sense of dread. What happened to Daphne was such a shock to so many. She was the Head Girl, she was being married to one of the most powerful people in the Protectorate, and she was cut down right in front of us all. I think it's truly dawning on a whole lot of people that it's like Draco said: nothing we do can keep us safe. Maybe it's being without our wands; it's hard not to feel helpless. It gives me a little idea of how Terry and Hermione felt all those years.
I miss you. I do look forward to seeing you this summer. That's what I really wanted to say, I suppose.
When things seem dreadful, that's when I miss you the most.
Mr Longbottom is very kind to let you use his journal for the night (thank you, Mr Longbottom), so I hope he's too kind to laugh at that. I do wish you had your own, though. I suppose the Order Only lock has spoiled me. Most other people realise that their private messages aren't really private.
If we could be truly private...
Well, I suppose there are things that can only be said in person.
Or done.