Room 213 - [laaaaaaaaate Tuesday night]
Rory sleepily got ready for bed, tucking Vladdie in his basket with a bottle and gently setting Yoda's tank back on the desk. After brushing her teeth and reading for a bit, she lost her concentration, and started on another letter that would never be read.
Hey.
So. Been a week.
Been a long week, actually.
Yesterday, I did radio and that was fun and interesting. And before that, I opened the library, doled out a card, met Willow and then she and Hermione and I went into SC.
We got trapped and then there were walls but not in the fun sense like when I wink at you about them. No, these walls were closing in. And then there was a genie and we got manicures, yay!
And then today, Vladdie, Yoda and I hung out in the common room. I introduced Yoda to John's seamonkeys. He was most impressed. Really. I can tell these things about turtles.
I checked on Molly because Cam asked me to, and it's all kinds of weird to be responsible for looking after her. I mean, I would anyway, but it's just weird to be asked. Sweet of him.
Less pleasant was Joxer asking me if I'm a vampire. And of course he had no way of knowing how hard that question was for me, but still. I evaded like an evasive thing, though.
Talked to Connor too, who thought Vladdie was cute. Good to know his eyesight works. Vladdie didn't seem to like Alec or Max, though. Which is so weird. Vladdiekins likes everyone.
Peter who's English and I had a really weird conversation about Yoda and Jeremiah. I don't want to talk about it. It was strange. And Briar met Vladdie, and Bridgey and I talked about the new kids.
Then Hermione met him too, and we talked about school and the workshops. She's just as focused on school as I am. It's nice to meet someone who doesn't roll their eyes when you name off dead languages you read.
And then there was Sam, who assured me that you'll be back because you said you would be.
Well, it's been a week. You said you'd be back in a couple days, unless you got sent on a mission. So I'm left here wondering where you are, what you're doing, and if you're still ali and what's going on.
Unless you're not coming back.
It's too soon for me to start worrying about that, though. I'll give it another week before I stop thinking you'll be back. Because there's hope, and there's realism. And as tempting as it is to let optimism beat realism, I can't do that.
I'm nowhere near ready to let go, though. So, a week.
Anyway. I need to go to bed. Not that you're here to tell. But whatever.
I love you.
- me
She filed it away in the drawer and flicked out her light, falling into an almost instantaneous sleep.
The night left her haunted by nightmares of last January, however.
Hey.
So. Been a week.
Been a long week, actually.
Yesterday, I did radio and that was fun and interesting. And before that, I opened the library, doled out a card, met Willow and then she and Hermione and I went into SC.
We got trapped and then there were walls but not in the fun sense like when I wink at you about them. No, these walls were closing in. And then there was a genie and we got manicures, yay!
And then today, Vladdie, Yoda and I hung out in the common room. I introduced Yoda to John's seamonkeys. He was most impressed. Really. I can tell these things about turtles.
I checked on Molly because Cam asked me to, and it's all kinds of weird to be responsible for looking after her. I mean, I would anyway, but it's just weird to be asked. Sweet of him.
Less pleasant was Joxer asking me if I'm a vampire. And of course he had no way of knowing how hard that question was for me, but still. I evaded like an evasive thing, though.
Talked to Connor too, who thought Vladdie was cute. Good to know his eyesight works. Vladdie didn't seem to like Alec or Max, though. Which is so weird. Vladdiekins likes everyone.
Peter who's English and I had a really weird conversation about Yoda and Jeremiah. I don't want to talk about it. It was strange. And Briar met Vladdie, and Bridgey and I talked about the new kids.
Then Hermione met him too, and we talked about school and the workshops. She's just as focused on school as I am. It's nice to meet someone who doesn't roll their eyes when you name off dead languages you read.
And then there was Sam, who assured me that you'll be back because you said you would be.
Well, it's been a week. You said you'd be back in a couple days, unless you got sent on a mission. So I'm left here wondering where you are, what you're doing, and if you're still ali and what's going on.
Unless you're not coming back.
It's too soon for me to start worrying about that, though. I'll give it another week before I stop thinking you'll be back. Because there's hope, and there's realism. And as tempting as it is to let optimism beat realism, I can't do that.
I'm nowhere near ready to let go, though. So, a week.
Anyway. I need to go to bed. Not that you're here to tell. But whatever.
I love you.
- me
She filed it away in the drawer and flicked out her light, falling into an almost instantaneous sleep.
The night left her haunted by nightmares of last January, however.