[The PCD clicks on to show James rummaging through his closet, throwing things indiscriminately onto his bed as he looks for something. There's a heap of books on the bed -- journals from his time in Adstringendum, fictional novels, magical texts -- along with a heap of clothes and his wand. When he finally extracts what was buried -- his ( Read more... )

[James' voice sounds... slightly different. It sounds slightly older, slightly more experienced, and slightly more worn, like James has just gone through something terrible. Something that no one should properly go through.]

Some event, huh?

... nobody do anything stupid.

[The PCD is lying in the grass at the graveyard, but no one is in sight, including its owner. The tombstones around it are relatively unimportant, nameless, meaningless to the individual that has come there to gain perspective ( Read more... )