(no subject)
I'm eighteen. Don't all hug me at once.
Private to Harry Potter
Potter, we need to discuss the details of my moving to this house of yours. I have rather a lot of luggage, to be shipped from both the school and a storage facility in Wiltshire.
Private
What a difference twenty-four hours can make. The day before yesterday I was a servant of Voldemort, just waiting until either he or his enemies would kill me. This morning I'm something of a stationary fugitive, still safe within the wards of Hogwarts but in all other respects alone. Dumbledore has been playing the kindly grandfather role, patient and hesitant to ask uncomfortable questions. I'm sure his true opinion of me is quite different, but for the moment at least I'm spared his wrath. The same goes for the Weasley girl and Potter's other little friends. I've yet to encounter any of them but considering the fact we still share a school, and that I'm now a member of their group, a meeting is inevitable and I admit I dread it.
What of my own allies? Friends, lovers, family - all those I've come to rely on over the years. The common room appears uncomfortably silent. It appears a shift of power has happened while I was preoccupied with Potter, and dear Pansy now rules Slytherin the way I used to. Even Vincent and Gregory have taken to following her around. As for Pansy herself, we've not spoken at all, and it seems our break-up is definite. Mother, finally, is staying with Professor Snape despite my wishes, and though we have had something of a reconciliation over the journals such actions show she has a long way to go yet before I can trust her again. It appears all my bridges are burnt.
Private to Harry Potter
Potter, we need to discuss the details of my moving to this house of yours. I have rather a lot of luggage, to be shipped from both the school and a storage facility in Wiltshire.
Private
What a difference twenty-four hours can make. The day before yesterday I was a servant of Voldemort, just waiting until either he or his enemies would kill me. This morning I'm something of a stationary fugitive, still safe within the wards of Hogwarts but in all other respects alone. Dumbledore has been playing the kindly grandfather role, patient and hesitant to ask uncomfortable questions. I'm sure his true opinion of me is quite different, but for the moment at least I'm spared his wrath. The same goes for the Weasley girl and Potter's other little friends. I've yet to encounter any of them but considering the fact we still share a school, and that I'm now a member of their group, a meeting is inevitable and I admit I dread it.
What of my own allies? Friends, lovers, family - all those I've come to rely on over the years. The common room appears uncomfortably silent. It appears a shift of power has happened while I was preoccupied with Potter, and dear Pansy now rules Slytherin the way I used to. Even Vincent and Gregory have taken to following her around. As for Pansy herself, we've not spoken at all, and it seems our break-up is definite. Mother, finally, is staying with Professor Snape despite my wishes, and though we have had something of a reconciliation over the journals such actions show she has a long way to go yet before I can trust her again. It appears all my bridges are burnt.