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I've been here a long time, and I tend to forget. I shouldn't have done it, but I think I'm fairly comfortable. I know it shouldn't be like that. I know what's going on back home and I know that I need to go back. When I left, though, even that feels like a really distant memory. All of the people are here, and I've made up as best I could. It's not even half-arsed making up, either, I mean that I've apologized and been forgiven and all that rot. The people that I hurt, the people that I left are here and they're from different times and everything's okay.
I don't know if it's just been lately, but nothing surprises me any more. The things that made the City terrible are old news. Even bad curses are forgivable. They're just curses.
I'm probably jinxing it saying that. Figuratively speaking.
I suppose that's my confession. I'm fine. I'm alright here and I know that I really shouldn't be. Everybody else is restless. I know they are and that I ought to be, but-- Perhaps it's that I'm stuck in a rut. I don't know.
I still want to go home, of course, but I guess that I've done alright here. I like the cabin, and it's not empty anymore. I like eating pudding practically every day, even though I wish my mum was around for suppers and other things. I like knowing that the girl I fancy fancies me too. I like cracking jokes every day with my best mate. I like arguing with my sister. All that stuff.
Maybe that's what is will be like when I go home, anyway, and I just have it sooner rather than later. Still, I know I shouldn't be content with it. Especially because I know that most of the others aren't happy at all.
[Hermione]
Right, so. I'm not really sure what's happening, but are you coming back? And if I'm wrong and you are here, then I'm definitely missing you. Maybe you noticed. I guess I might be owed a conversation, either way.
Anyway, I love you.
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I don't know if it's just been lately, but nothing surprises me any more. The things that made the City terrible are old news. Even bad curses are forgivable. They're just curses.
I'm probably jinxing it saying that. Figuratively speaking.
I suppose that's my confession. I'm fine. I'm alright here and I know that I really shouldn't be. Everybody else is restless. I know they are and that I ought to be, but-- Perhaps it's that I'm stuck in a rut. I don't know.
I still want to go home, of course, but I guess that I've done alright here. I like the cabin, and it's not empty anymore. I like eating pudding practically every day, even though I wish my mum was around for suppers and other things. I like knowing that the girl I fancy fancies me too. I like cracking jokes every day with my best mate. I like arguing with my sister. All that stuff.
Maybe that's what is will be like when I go home, anyway, and I just have it sooner rather than later. Still, I know I shouldn't be content with it. Especially because I know that most of the others aren't happy at all.
[Hermione]
Right, so. I'm not really sure what's happening, but are you coming back? And if I'm wrong and you are here, then I'm definitely missing you. Maybe you noticed. I guess I might be owed a conversation, either way.
Anyway, I love you.
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