(no subject)
From the journal of Terence Benjamin Boot
[Serving as a bookmark is a candid Muggle photograph of Susan taken during the short time they lived in Chelsea.]
31 August, 2001/Canterbury, England
Susan is gone.
She was taken by one of the Lestrange brothers last Friday and I
I cannot sleep or eat; and concentrating on anything except her is impossible. Michael needs me more than ever now and I'm useless to him.
Useless useless useless useless useless useless
FUCKING USELESS!
Coming back here was a mistake. Letting her go to Diagon Alley over and over while I sat on my arse tending to what amounts to stupid weeds was a mistake.
I never told Susan I loved her before she left for her tutoring session. I always made sure to do it all the times before.
But this time I didn't -- like a fool I was too caught up working on this damnable curse business to do anything more than mumble a distracted goodbye. What if she never comes back? What if she's already dea
[Serving as a bookmark is a candid Muggle photograph of Susan taken during the short time they lived in Chelsea.]
31 August, 2001/Canterbury, England
Susan is gone.
She was taken by one of the Lestrange brothers last Friday and I
I cannot sleep or eat; and concentrating on anything except her is impossible. Michael needs me more than ever now and I'm useless to him.
Useless useless useless useless useless useless
FUCKING USELESS!
Coming back here was a mistake. Letting her go to Diagon Alley over and over while I sat on my arse tending to what amounts to stupid weeds was a mistake.
I never told Susan I loved her before she left for her tutoring session. I always made sure to do it all the times before.
But this time I didn't -- like a fool I was too caught up working on this damnable curse business to do anything more than mumble a distracted goodbye. What if she never comes back? What if she's already dea