Entry #3: R.I.P. Dean Thomas
The younger students are mostly in bed or near bed now so I finally have a moment.
I wish I could say things like "I can't believe Dean's gone" and "I'm so so sorry" and "I'm going to miss him." They're all true. But there's too much to do now. I think I know how Padma feels. Or how Ron feels, for that matter.
I really need to talk to Harry, but I can't find him. I think there's a lot of things I want to say. Everything seems more insignificant, I guess, than it did yesterday. At least my hands have stopped shaking and I'm able to get down to business again. I'm bad in panic situations; I'm worse when I don't know what's going on; now, at least, there's an enemy with a form and a victim with a face.
But I'm going to miss him. Am I ever going to miss him.
I wish I could say things like "I can't believe Dean's gone" and "I'm so so sorry" and "I'm going to miss him." They're all true. But there's too much to do now. I think I know how Padma feels. Or how Ron feels, for that matter.
I really need to talk to Harry, but I can't find him. I think there's a lot of things I want to say. Everything seems more insignificant, I guess, than it did yesterday. At least my hands have stopped shaking and I'm able to get down to business again. I'm bad in panic situations; I'm worse when I don't know what's going on; now, at least, there's an enemy with a form and a victim with a face.
But I'm going to miss him. Am I ever going to miss him.