It wasn't you who cost me sleep, it was my own mind. I couldn't shut it off, you see.
Well, if things are going to change in France, then you could make a difference there. You could help them see what it's really prepare for the changes that might be coming.
Thank you for making me feel less alone. But I shall really feel alone if anything happens to you. Like, um for instance, if you injure yourself while flying in one of those brisk, unpredictable winds that we get up at Hogwarts.
I don't know if it's prudent or not, since you've scribbled it out, but... perhaps not? Depending on what it is.
I could be of use to unicorns. They probably need help with grooming and whatnot, though that's not much to aspire to, is it? And if I'm calm I suppose it's from years of trying to keep anyone from being able to tell what I'm thinking. And now, it turns out they can't. Funny how that's worked out. But then again, panicking and making a fuss never does much good. It never has for me, at least.
I don't really know, they won't even eat supper together. Which I suppose might mean that it's very bad indeed. I usually eat alone in the kitchen with the elves. At least that means I don't have to pretend to eat meat. Daddy wants to have supper with me tonight, though, so that must mean that he knows Mummy will be working.
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2012-04-13 16:11 (UTC)Well, if things are going to change in France, then you could make a difference there. You could help them
see what it's reallyprepare for the changes that might be coming.Thank you for making me feel less alone. But I shall really feel alone if anything happens to you. Like,
umfor instance, if you injure yourself while flying in one of those brisk, unpredictable winds that we get up at Hogwarts.I don't know if it's prudent or not, since you've scribbled it out, but... perhaps not? Depending on what it is.
I could be of use to unicorns. They probably need help with grooming and whatnot, though that's not much to aspire to, is it? And if I'm calm I suppose it's from years of trying to keep anyone from being able to tell what I'm thinking. And now, it turns out they can't. Funny how that's worked out. But then again, panicking and making a fuss never does much good. It never has for me, at least.
I don't really know, they won't even eat supper together. Which I suppose might mean that it's very bad indeed. I usually eat alone in the kitchen with the elves. At least that means I don't have to pretend to eat meat. Daddy wants to have supper with me tonight, though, so that must mean that he knows Mummy will be working.
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Hydra