Oct 29, 2003 18:10
One of the other fellows at the TRC has a new tattoo: a projection of the hypercube (four-dimensional cube). It rotates slowly as he moves his arm . . . Rather impressive charm work on the shading, really.
The rest of life . . . is full of arithmancy. And Harry. It's odd not knowing anyone closely in Cardiff save Harry (always excepting Bill; but he's already pining to be abroad). Things with Harry have been down and up; I recast all the secrecy spells on this journal, and he sulked at me for days (until I did the awful feminine thing and burst into tears, in fact), on the grounds that I was turning a problem that's in some ways very petty into a problem of trust. It's true that I did target the working to exclude Harry (and Ginny and Fred and George and Viktor and a few others) but really I didn't have much of a choice; any security system has a loophole (Harry and Ron and I have been using that fact to our advantage since our first year at Hogwarts!), the trick is to choose loopholes one can live with.
So, I don't know. I may go back to the good old-fashioned locked box system of journal keeping eventually, but I'll do it because I've researched it thoroughly and know how just how to enchant said box, not because I'm giving in to Harry.
Though things recently have been lovely and warm and sweet and I wonder if I'm an utter idiot to disturb Harry purely because I'm stubborn.
And I miss Ron.