I am half sick of shadows
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Another one came today. It was Tennyson, and it was gorgeous. The Lady of Shallot. Translated into a similarly lovely painting by Waterhouse that I am admittedly more familiar with. And I'm not sure who keeps sending them. I was originally tempted to pin it on James or Sirius, but neither of them seem especially poetic. So it's probably someone I don't know very well, or it's someone's idea of a joke. Might be Dearborn... he seems like he'd know poetry. But then, he's never really struck me as being especially interested in girls. Maybe it's a Ravenclaw. Or a Slytherin... who knows. But I shouldn't even care, right? I'm with Sirius, and I'm happy with the situation. He's very attractive, sweet, funny, and a lot less like James than people think. Not arrogant.
But whoever they are, they're making deciding what to do about the dance a good deal more difficult. I'm working on a costume, but it's slow coming. I can't think of anything workable, and glancing around my room for ideas has been very countner-productive. So far, I've seen a plastic dinosaur, a cat, and an old cup of tea, none of which really lend themselves to dance costumes. And the rose he gave me, which is beautiful, but not really a costume idea.
I'll figure something out, if I end up getting asked, or going.
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Lunch with Dorcas today - Darling, I haven't seen you in ages. That just won't do. We have a good deal to talk about, as well. I think I may just stay outside for the rest of the day. It's actually gorgeous out, and I feel like I've been stuck inside the Head's dorms with James or by myself for entirely too long.
I picked up a copy of Wuthering Heights with the intention of reading it, as I hear it's good. But I got distracted by honey lemon tea and forgot all about it. There is something gorgeous about honey lemon tea in a chipped, porcelain tea cup with a half dissolved sugar cube in it. Especially by a fire, but that may have to wait.
I hope you're all well, and I will see you later.
Lily
Another one came today. It was Tennyson, and it was gorgeous. The Lady of Shallot. Translated into a similarly lovely painting by Waterhouse that I am admittedly more familiar with. And I'm not sure who keeps sending them. I was originally tempted to pin it on James or Sirius, but neither of them seem especially poetic. So it's probably someone I don't know very well, or it's someone's idea of a joke. Might be Dearborn... he seems like he'd know poetry. But then, he's never really struck me as being especially interested in girls. Maybe it's a Ravenclaw. Or a Slytherin... who knows. But I shouldn't even care, right? I'm with Sirius, and I'm happy with the situation. He's very attractive, sweet, funny, and a lot less like James than people think. Not arrogant.
But whoever they are, they're making deciding what to do about the dance a good deal more difficult. I'm working on a costume, but it's slow coming. I can't think of anything workable, and glancing around my room for ideas has been very countner-productive. So far, I've seen a plastic dinosaur, a cat, and an old cup of tea, none of which really lend themselves to dance costumes. And the rose he gave me, which is beautiful, but not really a costume idea.
I'll figure something out, if I end up getting asked, or going.
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Lunch with Dorcas today - Darling, I haven't seen you in ages. That just won't do. We have a good deal to talk about, as well. I think I may just stay outside for the rest of the day. It's actually gorgeous out, and I feel like I've been stuck inside the Head's dorms with James or by myself for entirely too long.
I picked up a copy of Wuthering Heights with the intention of reading it, as I hear it's good. But I got distracted by honey lemon tea and forgot all about it. There is something gorgeous about honey lemon tea in a chipped, porcelain tea cup with a half dissolved sugar cube in it. Especially by a fire, but that may have to wait.
I hope you're all well, and I will see you later.
Lily