Seventeenth ⚙ Misfortune [text+ accidental video]
My parents have been trying to make me transfer to Beauxbatons with my brother since before the Holidays. I think I'm running out of logical reasons why I shouldn't.
I wonder if they'd listen if I told them that I'd like to stay here just because I want to.
[Bridget sets the journal aside and leaves Sawa to his devices next to it for a moment- and the Spinda takes to poking at it curiously, inadvertently activating the video charm and giving the journals a view of bright eyes and pale fur for a few moments before Bridget, now clad in his pajamas and socks, settling onto the bed with Sawa in his lap, careful of the letters he's got stacked there, lips pursed and expression a little sad.]
...I miss Luke.
[Sawa makes a sympathetic little sound and climbs onto his shoulder, giving Bridget a little squeeze. Bridget reaches up and pats him on the head before reaching for a fresh piece of parchment and a quill, opening an inkwell on his bedside table and hesitating before he can start to write, face thoughtful.]
Maybe I should go visit.
[Sawa makes an agreeing noise and drops down onto the bed, and the movement drops the journal closed and off the bed.]
I wonder if they'd listen if I told them that I'd like to stay here just because I want to.
[Bridget sets the journal aside and leaves Sawa to his devices next to it for a moment- and the Spinda takes to poking at it curiously, inadvertently activating the video charm and giving the journals a view of bright eyes and pale fur for a few moments before Bridget, now clad in his pajamas and socks, settling onto the bed with Sawa in his lap, careful of the letters he's got stacked there, lips pursed and expression a little sad.]
...I miss Luke.
[Sawa makes a sympathetic little sound and climbs onto his shoulder, giving Bridget a little squeeze. Bridget reaches up and pats him on the head before reaching for a fresh piece of parchment and a quill, opening an inkwell on his bedside table and hesitating before he can start to write, face thoughtful.]
Maybe I should go visit.
[Sawa makes an agreeing noise and drops down onto the bed, and the movement drops the journal closed and off the bed.]