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Harry and I had a talk tonight. And I think everything is going to be okay, which is just a huge relief. If anyone wonders why I've been hiding out for the past couple of days, it's because I just couldn't stand to talk to anyone. I needed time to think.
And his birthday is today (No, Love...I didn't forget ;-) so if anyone's looking for him at some point...stop looking. Because he's with me, and we don't want to be disturbed. Got it?
We had another meeting for the defense league tonight...and I know I said I'd never go to another one again...but Harry and I had just talked, and I didn't want to make him angry at me again by telling him that I refuse to go to the meetings. So now I'm stuck. Because I feel so worthless and bothersome when I'm there with those people, all discussing this war stuff. I never have any opinions or thoughts to add. I never know what to do to help.
And now Harry's going to go back to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer, and Hannah's going to be in charge...That's not good. I can't take direction from her. It's this damn temper of mine. If Harry tells me what to do it's one thing, because I know he respects me. But if Hannah starts giving me orders I might just turn around and punch her in the face. And as much as I'd love to, that would be bad.
And then I left the meeting tonight, and I know the two of them stayed behind. And I trust Harry, I really think I do...but I'm still not comfortable with them being the best of friends. It's probably jealousy. But at least I'm honest with myself, right? That's got to count for something.
Well. His birthday is today, and I do have something planned...I just hope I can show him a good time. Especially after the big mess that just happened. I'm having all of his favorite foods prepared, and I'm going to bring it up to the room I found on the 4th floor. I'm hoping I can make it romantic and everything. Not very original, I know. But it's the best I could do with no money. I wouldn't know what to buy him anyway.
Dear Mister Harry Potter,
You are cordially invited to dinner at the Room on the 4th Floor, a 5 star restaraunt of the highest quality. Reservations are for 6 o'clock sharp, so don't be late and bring your apetite.
Entertainment will be provided until at least midnight. Please plan accordingly.
~P. Patil
P.S.- I love you, I love you, I love you.
And his birthday is today (No, Love...I didn't forget ;-) so if anyone's looking for him at some point...stop looking. Because he's with me, and we don't want to be disturbed. Got it?
We had another meeting for the defense league tonight...and I know I said I'd never go to another one again...but Harry and I had just talked, and I didn't want to make him angry at me again by telling him that I refuse to go to the meetings. So now I'm stuck. Because I feel so worthless and bothersome when I'm there with those people, all discussing this war stuff. I never have any opinions or thoughts to add. I never know what to do to help.
And now Harry's going to go back to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer, and Hannah's going to be in charge...That's not good. I can't take direction from her. It's this damn temper of mine. If Harry tells me what to do it's one thing, because I know he respects me. But if Hannah starts giving me orders I might just turn around and punch her in the face. And as much as I'd love to, that would be bad.
And then I left the meeting tonight, and I know the two of them stayed behind. And I trust Harry, I really think I do...but I'm still not comfortable with them being the best of friends. It's probably jealousy. But at least I'm honest with myself, right? That's got to count for something.
Well. His birthday is today, and I do have something planned...I just hope I can show him a good time. Especially after the big mess that just happened. I'm having all of his favorite foods prepared, and I'm going to bring it up to the room I found on the 4th floor. I'm hoping I can make it romantic and everything. Not very original, I know. But it's the best I could do with no money. I wouldn't know what to buy him anyway.
Dear Mister Harry Potter,
You are cordially invited to dinner at the Room on the 4th Floor, a 5 star restaraunt of the highest quality. Reservations are for 6 o'clock sharp, so don't be late and bring your apetite.
Entertainment will be provided until at least midnight. Please plan accordingly.
~P. Patil
P.S.- I love you, I love you, I love you.