Room 414, Sunday Evening

Jan 07, 2007 18:07

Henry sat down to write in his journal. He only had one name today, but it was one in particular that he felt he could forget.



January 7, 2007

Steerpike. (As if one could sail a fish.) Seems to be a kind enough fellow. Rather caught me at a poor time, though. I was having difficulty keeping Edward back, due to the regard of a man on the dormitory roof. I'm afraid that he might have caught me conversing with Edward. I need to make very sure that this Six (I never did learn his name, and I'll explain why in a moment) doesn't know anything which he should not.
It's no problem for him to think I was conversing with myself, but should he happen to be a lip-reader, he could have realized that I wasn't quite alone in here. It isn't a good idea to make to big a deal of the matter, so I shall have to tread lightly. Six seemed rather defensive, and from the beginning, our conversation was something of a failed interrogation. We both asked several questions, but neither of us got any answers.
I'll have to ask around, learn if he's entirely trustworthy and, if it should come to it, if he can keep a secret.

[ooc: Wide open! Don't be shy; Henry doesn't bite. (Edward, on the other hand, he's a biter.) ]

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