It's gotta be a trick!
I knew it was him. I jus’ knew it! I talked meself outta believing, cause he really shouldn’t look like he does. He said he was sorry for what he’d done, and that he wanted ter make it up ter me. Huh.
Thing is, he’s got all these other folks fooled. People that oughtta know better. McGonagall, Tonks, even Ron… they all apparently think he’s all right. Ron says Tom even helped to save his life, and Ron’s an honest sort, so I dunno. I still think he’s trying ter pull the wool over everyone’s eyes, so we’re not expectin’ in when he turns on us. I jus’ can’t imagine ‘im doin’ anything else.
It’s a good thing Ron was there, though, or I might wound meself up in jail. I din’t want anythin’ more than ter just wrap me hands around his neck and choke the life out of him, jus’ like he did ter me dreams all those years ago. If I weren’t bound ter this place, I’d’a taken his body back ter feed ter Aragog.
I thought I had ‘im. I thought if I told him that I wanted back what he took from me, he’d make excuses an’ tell me it wasn’t possible, an’ then I’d know he was lyin’ ‘bout wanted to make things right. But when I told him I wanted my education back, he agreed. I weren’t expectin that.
Said he’d owl me when he made some arrangements. I tol’ him I din’t have a wand, and he said he would see what he could do. I’m not holdin me breath. I din’t tell ‘im that I still had the pieces o’ me wand still, or that I gave ‘em ter Tim Hunter fer fixin.
Speakin’ ‘bout Tim, Ran inter him the other night, and he was getting’ ready ter face someone he said would make You-Know-Who seem like Dumbledore. Said it was someone runnin around with his skin on-looking jus' like him. I offered ter help him out, cause I’m no slouch in a fight, but he said it was something he had ter do, and that I wouldn’t be able ter help. Judgin by the look o’ him this mornin’, I reckon I should’ve insisted on helping. He looked terrible, and said he’d had a sword stuck in his gut. Daft kid was tryin to work his shift same as anything this mornin’, and couldn’t hardly even stand. I left him with a pretty brunette woman and a cup o’ tea before I headed back out to the herb beds.
Asar Suti has a great layout in the grounds, with jus’ the right balance of plants. He’s even letting me tend ter the magical ones on me own, since I got the experience. It’s better that I coulda hoped for.
Found me Puffskein, finally. A set o’ strange triplets (Lock, Shock and Barrel) had it, said the bar gave it to ‘em. They’d tried ter set it on fire, and checked a couple o’ times to see if could swim, but otherwise they weren’t hurtin it none. Tol’ ‘em they could keep it if they promised ter take care o’ it. They seemed pretty happy about that. I’ll hafta keep an eye on those three, jus’ ter make sure they’re not hurtin it.
Saw Erin Driscoll again, just before running inter Tom, and had a nice talk with her ‘bout knitting. I did’t realize how much I missed it. She says the bar is smart enough ter find me some wool and knitting needles in me own size if I ask. Maybe I’ll start it up again now that I got more time to meself.
Well, that’s about it. I’m busier than I was, and that makes me happy. I’m also nervous ‘bout Tom.
Still, I reckon it’s like Ron said. He may or may not be reformed, but in the meantime, there’s no harm in usin’ him ter learn what I can to use against You-Know-Who when the time comes. Who better ter teach me than the man who might’ve become You-Know -Who? We’ll see if he really means ter help me, and in the meantime, I’ll be keepin’ me enemy close.
Thing is, he’s got all these other folks fooled. People that oughtta know better. McGonagall, Tonks, even Ron… they all apparently think he’s all right. Ron says Tom even helped to save his life, and Ron’s an honest sort, so I dunno. I still think he’s trying ter pull the wool over everyone’s eyes, so we’re not expectin’ in when he turns on us. I jus’ can’t imagine ‘im doin’ anything else.
It’s a good thing Ron was there, though, or I might wound meself up in jail. I din’t want anythin’ more than ter just wrap me hands around his neck and choke the life out of him, jus’ like he did ter me dreams all those years ago. If I weren’t bound ter this place, I’d’a taken his body back ter feed ter Aragog.
I thought I had ‘im. I thought if I told him that I wanted back what he took from me, he’d make excuses an’ tell me it wasn’t possible, an’ then I’d know he was lyin’ ‘bout wanted to make things right. But when I told him I wanted my education back, he agreed. I weren’t expectin that.
Said he’d owl me when he made some arrangements. I tol’ him I din’t have a wand, and he said he would see what he could do. I’m not holdin me breath. I din’t tell ‘im that I still had the pieces o’ me wand still, or that I gave ‘em ter Tim Hunter fer fixin.
Speakin’ ‘bout Tim, Ran inter him the other night, and he was getting’ ready ter face someone he said would make You-Know-Who seem like Dumbledore. Said it was someone runnin around with his skin on-looking jus' like him. I offered ter help him out, cause I’m no slouch in a fight, but he said it was something he had ter do, and that I wouldn’t be able ter help. Judgin by the look o’ him this mornin’, I reckon I should’ve insisted on helping. He looked terrible, and said he’d had a sword stuck in his gut. Daft kid was tryin to work his shift same as anything this mornin’, and couldn’t hardly even stand. I left him with a pretty brunette woman and a cup o’ tea before I headed back out to the herb beds.
Asar Suti has a great layout in the grounds, with jus’ the right balance of plants. He’s even letting me tend ter the magical ones on me own, since I got the experience. It’s better that I coulda hoped for.
Found me Puffskein, finally. A set o’ strange triplets (Lock, Shock and Barrel) had it, said the bar gave it to ‘em. They’d tried ter set it on fire, and checked a couple o’ times to see if could swim, but otherwise they weren’t hurtin it none. Tol’ ‘em they could keep it if they promised ter take care o’ it. They seemed pretty happy about that. I’ll hafta keep an eye on those three, jus’ ter make sure they’re not hurtin it.
Saw Erin Driscoll again, just before running inter Tom, and had a nice talk with her ‘bout knitting. I did’t realize how much I missed it. She says the bar is smart enough ter find me some wool and knitting needles in me own size if I ask. Maybe I’ll start it up again now that I got more time to meself.
Well, that’s about it. I’m busier than I was, and that makes me happy. I’m also nervous ‘bout Tom.
Still, I reckon it’s like Ron said. He may or may not be reformed, but in the meantime, there’s no harm in usin’ him ter learn what I can to use against You-Know-Who when the time comes. Who better ter teach me than the man who might’ve become You-Know -Who? We’ll see if he really means ter help me, and in the meantime, I’ll be keepin’ me enemy close.