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[k_ent]

I can tell you all care hugely, as in not at all, but I'm fine. I remember stuff. And some of you are in big trouble, you lying sods (I mean you, Stebbins, you owe me five sickles

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[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

Um. Hi. Been a while. And. Know what you mean. About everything. So. Don't worry. What's done is done or something like that. And that looks stupid but I don't feel like crossing it out.

Um. Anyway. Lot to talk about. I guess. Sometime. If you want.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

I miss you. I didn't know how much I missed you until I realised I did, you know, if that makes sense.

Are you all right? What are you doing? God, I miss the sound of your voice and you laughing at me for being a twit and

Is she okay? Your girlfriend, I mean.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

No. I get what you're saying. It makes sense. To me, anyway. So. Miss you too. A lot.

Um. I got my Apparating license. So. I've been going around, visiting. Scared the living daylights out of my mum once. She wasn't expecting me to appear right in front of her. I'm trying not to read that. Really trying. Fu

She's good. Taking one step at a time. She lost a lot of blood. Or, well. Her leg did, anyway. She's still using a cane. And. Not my girlfriend anymore. Not technically.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Hey, you know my sister misses you too (except in a fourten year old girl way). That's so weird.

Really? That's wicked. And yeah, I bet you did. Are you going to visit me anyone I know?

Well, good. That she's good, not the rest. Does she poke you with her cane and make you do stuff for her? That's totally what Adr I would do.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

Really? I mean. Has she mentioned me? Um. I'm trying to say that without sounding eager or anything.

Um. I haven't made any plans, but. If anyone wants me to visit them, I'm not against it.

No. Well. She doesn't like it. The cane, I mean. She hates having to use it. But if I told her she should poke me, she would. And I don't want bruises, thank you very much.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Yeah, just like a billion times. I told her you were taken.

You could visit me
It's probably a bad idea if you visit me
I miss you

Oh. Well, that's bad too, then. You could just carry her everywhere that's sort of romantic. And what's wrong with bruises? I like bruises.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

Oh. Well. That's good. I suppose.

Um. Pretend that I didn't try to read all that and was semi-successful in doing so. If it's a bad time. I don't have to.

I have been. Actually. Carrying her, I mean. Yeah, bruises. I remember.

[Private to Stephen]

[k_ent]

Yeah, well, if your girlfriend ever throws you over don't you bloody dare go anywhere near my sister, or I'll murder her you both.

It's not a bad time it's just that -- I don't know.

Oh. That's [several ink splotches] sweet. That's so like you, too.

[Private to Kevin]

[spcornfoot]

What? I don't think of your sister that way. I mean, really. The Spice Girls don't do it for me at all.

No, it's okay. I shouldn't have.

Yeah. Is it? I didn't think you knew what was like me anymore.