Yes, I can understand that. If it helps, I couldn't sleep much on the night before we talked, weighing what you might say or how you might react. And it's not selfish at all, what, to continue thinking how it impacts upon yourself--I think that's only human, if you follow me. Especially knowing how your family would feel, what?
But I've no plans to take any sort of dangerous broom flights, I can well assure you! Even if they set me to touring about the countryside as I've been doing and speaking to people on behalf of the Ministry, I shall Floo or take the train, thanks all the same, until I've learned to Apparate. So I don't think you've much to fear on that score, at least.
What I scribbled out was merely a question I thought she might be able to answer but it doesn't matter. I think someone else in my party is working on the solution. No need to trouble someone as important as your Aunt, what?
I well agree that panicking never does anyone much good, no matter what the situation. I suppose there are times when making a fuss might actually help, what, but it's difficult, isn't it, to put one's own needs or desires ahead of others'. I say, one simply has it drummed into one from an early age, not to bother or disturb when there are more important or threatening matters at hand. Though at times it means that the ones who are fussing or fretting are the ones who receive all the sympathy. And that can jolly well become tiresome. And then one does feel selfish for thinking that way, as it's hardly their fault their problems take precedence. Well, as I say, it's only human. I think the key to it is not allowing oneself to dwell there endlessly but to push on, what, and do what one can to be helpful.
I've said already, Dux, I think you'd be well amazing whatever you decide to do. But I'm not sure the unicorns would agree, what? I mean to say, what would a unicorn think of a girl who's been well snogged? Do you imagine that would be all right, or must she be wholly er, well--perhaps I'll just stop there, shall I? Besides, they don't much like boys, what, unicorns, I mean to say, so if you went and lived with them, we might never see each other even if I did stay in England. And that would be jolly well intolerable, as well as defeat the purpose, rather.
I say, I'm sorry they continue to row. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if my father had stayed but then, I realise that it means my parents would likely have quarrelled all the time and made themselves and each other wretchedly unhappy. I've never been certain my mother's not bally well unhappy, either, what, but at least she's not being made to feel worse all the time by having someone about who only makes her cross and upset. Do you think they should ever separate altogether? Perhaps that might be better, if it meant you and Rigel could be with your father and your mother would be free to pursue her career without any constraint on her time, as well.
I say, I hope that's never us. And if it ever is, be sure to hex me into the next month, what, and quite right, too.
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2012-04-13 17:43 (UTC)But I've no plans to take any sort of dangerous broom flights, I can well assure you! Even if they set me to touring about the countryside as I've been doing and speaking to people on behalf of the Ministry, I shall Floo or take the train, thanks all the same, until I've learned to Apparate. So I don't think you've much to fear on that score, at least.
What I scribbled out was merely a question I thought she might be able to answer but it doesn't matter. I think someone else in my party is working on the solution. No need to trouble someone as important as your Aunt, what?
I well agree that panicking never does anyone much good, no matter what the situation. I suppose there are times when making a fuss might actually help, what, but it's difficult, isn't it, to put one's own needs or desires ahead of others'. I say, one simply has it drummed into one from an early age, not to bother or disturb when there are more important or threatening matters at hand. Though at times it means that the ones who are fussing or fretting are the ones who receive all the sympathy. And that can jolly well become tiresome. And then one does feel selfish for thinking that way, as it's hardly their fault their problems take precedence. Well, as I say, it's only human. I think the key to it is not allowing oneself to dwell there endlessly but to push on, what, and do what one can to be helpful.
I've said already, Dux, I think you'd be well amazing whatever you decide to do. But I'm not sure the unicorns would agree, what? I mean to say, what would a unicorn think of a girl who's been well snogged? Do you imagine that would be all right, or must she be wholly er, well--perhaps I'll just stop there, shall I? Besides, they don't much like boys, what, unicorns, I mean to say, so if you went and lived with them, we might never see each other even if I did stay in England. And that would be jolly well intolerable, as well as defeat the purpose, rather.
I say, I'm sorry they continue to row. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if my father had stayed but then, I realise that it means my parents would likely have quarrelled all the time and made themselves and each other wretchedly unhappy. I've never been certain my mother's not bally well unhappy, either, what, but at least she's not being made to feel worse all the time by having someone about who only makes her cross and upset. Do you think they should ever separate altogether? Perhaps that might be better, if it meant you and Rigel could be with your father and your mother would be free to pursue her career without any constraint on her time, as well.
I say, I hope that's never us. And if it ever is, be sure to hex me into the next month, what, and quite right, too.
-Justin