It sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
Typical. Find a reasonably good mood and things always screw up. I didn't even do anything. Let's not panic, though. Let's not worry. Let's just get it sorted. like fuck that's going to work.
Firstly. Riley. What the fuck was she up to? Do I want to know? I have to get it out of her. I told Nick I would, but how do I do it? She's been in a fight, I just know it. Sometimes she makes me want to find one of my very heavy arithmancy books and hit myself over the head with it. Where the hell is her common sense, though? It's like the girl doesn't have any. What with Dylan saying she refused to go to the hospital wing at first. Bon Dieu, if they sold common sense in jars, I'd get her a whole crate.
Secondly. Bellatrix is not fucking with me again. It's just not happening. This weekend, I'll go there. Burn them all. Or, what's left. I'm not even sure what the Aurors took and what they didn't, but what's left, I'll burn. They'll be covered in hexes, I bet. But I'm good at charms and defence, I should be able to fend them off. I'm just as good a wizard as she was a witch. It's just my tendency to panic that worries me.
Right, we'll get this sorted. No panicking.
Can I tell you something important? Because I'm trusting you with this information. It's important you understand this is very, very secret, okay?
Can I have a word? And I'm going to see Riley, yeah?
Hello there. Could you come up to my office after your last lesson, please. I'd like a word, please. I hope you're alright, or at least feeling better.
Professor Delame.
Funny how people go places and don't even tell me. Like Lucien. He just owled me a picture. It took me a couple of seconds to get over the 'where the hell is this in Paris?' and realise he was actually in Mexico. Or...South America.
My friends do some strange things. Thought I'd share.