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[goddesspatil]

It's sort of lovely to read where everyone is going. Sort of like I'm there in spirit, you know?

Or in the case of some of you, with spirits. Sort of a difference, and an amusing one. Harry, Ron, Hermione, I do not envy you in the morning

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[bootme]

Fun. Yes. Right.

Of course.

[goddesspatil]

I was wondering where you were, actually.

[bootme]

Right now I'm on a train, theoretically to Warsaw, assuming the conductor doesn't realise that my ticket only goes to Berlin.

I woke up in Prague this morning and I spent a day or two in Zurich and Munich.

In short, I've been about. And alive. Not a bad combination.

[goddesspatil]

Are you coming back to England then? Or just wander around the Continent until school?

[bootme]

Well, I can't say anything at the moment. I mean, I haven't even finished scamming my way to Warsaw yet. And, honestly, who can say that they've lived until they've outwitted a train conductor who looks like a grey-haired crossbreed of a Valkyrie and a harpy.

In other words, I have no clue. I'm going where I find myself. I might actually come back long enough to fulfill family tradition and fail miserably at my Apparation exam, but that's mostly because I don't know how much longer I'll be able to work train lines. And I'm not fond of sitting here thinking that I might be doing something else.

I quite like the trains, however.

[goddesspatil]

No one I know, actually.

Perhaps you could get one of those passes? I heard they're not that much in muggle.

[bootme]

But what would be the fun in that?

[goddesspatil]

Silly me.

[bootme]

Honestly. You're never going to get anywhere in this world if you think in terms of passes.

At least, in terms of piece-of-paper passes. We're Ravenclaws. We're smarter than the average. We should get something out of it other than the usual hell.