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I'm going to go out on a limb here and decide that if this all hasn't fixed itself so far we're probably not going to wake up tomorrow back in the real world.
Not that where we are is imaginary, since I'm pretty sure I didn't make up the scratches I got last week from the bloody poky tree branches, though that'd be a nice twist if this was all some kind of annoyingly lingering dream of someone's. (To which I would say, wake the hell up. This is getting old.)
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And I'm going to go completely mad if I have to stay in this castle too much longer. These are not the people I want to spend the rest of my life with. Well-- most of them aren't.
I don't know what else there really is to do, though. The Hufflepuff dorms are the most secure place to be right now, especially with Death Eaters still around, but it's a dormitory. I'm eighteen, school is over, I don't want to live in a fucking dormitory. I want to get a job and a flat in the city. I want to start my life. My life.
At least I have my broom. The only depressing thing about that is flying out and seeing just how far this no-civilisation-in-sight thing stretches. I have no idea where we could be - even the moors aren't this empty of people. I really don't think this is the UK.
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Not that where we are is imaginary, since I'm pretty sure I didn't make up the scratches I got last week from the bloody poky tree branches, though that'd be a nice twist if this was all some kind of annoyingly lingering dream of someone's. (To which I would say, wake the hell up. This is getting old.)
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And I'm going to go completely mad if I have to stay in this castle too much longer. These are not the people I want to spend the rest of my life with. Well-- most of them aren't.
I don't know what else there really is to do, though. The Hufflepuff dorms are the most secure place to be right now, especially with Death Eaters still around, but it's a dormitory. I'm eighteen, school is over, I don't want to live in a fucking dormitory. I want to get a job and a flat in the city. I want to start my life. My life.
At least I have my broom. The only depressing thing about that is flying out and seeing just how far this no-civilisation-in-sight thing stretches. I have no idea where we could be - even the moors aren't this empty of people. I really don't think this is the UK.
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