I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

I should really be in bed, or at least packing my trunk, or something...

I don't want to go back.

I mean, obviously no one wants to go back to the Pink Peril, but these last couple of weeks I feel like I've been in this amazing new world--it's not a perfect world cos nothing is really--but it's still bloody amazing, and I've learned so much about people and the world that I didn't know before and now I've got to stuff all that back into a little box.

And I guess that's part of why we're doing this, because we all want that world to be the real world one day.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good: Private Message to Sally-Anne and Pansy

I feel sort of odd writing about this when there's so much else going on, but even in the midst of all our work and our worries I get this fizzy feeling whenever I think about Aurelia and you two are the only ones I can really talk to about it. I understand why she feels she has to be so secretive, but I wish she'd at least be all right with the rest of the galleon people knowing.

We've been giving our owls a proper exercise regimen this week, though everything we're saying there is very proper and strictly new-friend-ish.

I'd hoped we'd be able to get away to see each other properly, but her parents have her on a N.E.W.T. tutoring course that sounds well demanding--so at least we've been equally busy.

I'm excited to see her in person again, but it's all kind of overshadowed by how horrid everything at school is, you know?

And I'm going to have a hard time being civil to Megan when we get back--I can't believe she helped search our rooms! I sort of understand why she's the way she is, but mostly I just want to shake her really hard.