Entry #4: Detentions and friendships
In the wake of Dean's death (it's so strange to type that word, but it's true; I can't say it any other way) the entire castle seems to have come together. I don't mean in the small ways we have in the past, but in general. Padma was talking to me earlier about some things that I never thought would happen, and Ron of course is taking over the organization of Dumbledore's Army. I'm very thankful we don't have to use my coins anymore, although I do miss them a little - it was a neat piece of charmwork, if I do say so myself.
Oddly enough, though, we still pay lip service to our divisions. Funny, that. I mean, I don't talk to people even though I know I could and I feel closer to them than I ever have before, not on a regular basis anyway. I should make the effort, but it's difficult to change, and I simply can't be bothered sometimes, which sounds horrible but it's true.
There are a lot of things that are true that I don't like to say aloud, lately, although I'm not feeling particularly bad about the world at the moment (that's another of them: I should be able to say that I'm feeling terrible still, but my grief just doesn't come out that way).
Oddly enough, though, we still pay lip service to our divisions. Funny, that. I mean, I don't talk to people even though I know I could and I feel closer to them than I ever have before, not on a regular basis anyway. I should make the effort, but it's difficult to change, and I simply can't be bothered sometimes, which sounds horrible but it's true.
There are a lot of things that are true that I don't like to say aloud, lately, although I'm not feeling particularly bad about the world at the moment (that's another of them: I should be able to say that I'm feeling terrible still, but my grief just doesn't come out that way).