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I've been told, now that I'm conscious and can get my voice to work, that I should update this thing. So now I am. Mr. Malfoy and Miss Bulstrode have visited me today, and Pomfrey tells me that more Slytherins have requested to come. Certainly they may, though I do not know why they would wish to.
So. I am alive. One of my students is dead, and one of my friends, and other people whom I have had reason, at one point or another, to care for. And I am alive. I did not know what was going to happen. Moreover, I freely admit that I am still not sure what did happen; like Xiomara, I seem to be suffering intermittent memory loss. Also I cannot walk yet and my left hand is crippled. They say it is permanent nerve damage.
I have never been one for inspiring speeches, and I am certainly not going to start parroting them now. I will only remind all of the students of what my Slytherins should already know: when catastrophe has struck, there is only one thing left that we can do. We survive.
So. I am alive. One of my students is dead, and one of my friends, and other people whom I have had reason, at one point or another, to care for. And I am alive. I did not know what was going to happen. Moreover, I freely admit that I am still not sure what did happen; like Xiomara, I seem to be suffering intermittent memory loss. Also I cannot walk yet and my left hand is crippled. They say it is permanent nerve damage.
I have never been one for inspiring speeches, and I am certainly not going to start parroting them now. I will only remind all of the students of what my Slytherins should already know: when catastrophe has struck, there is only one thing left that we can do. We survive.