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It's dark as pitch

behind you, the bright one

there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting

like hexes towards you, past you

there: one

another

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I think that's often the best sort of poetry. The real kind.

I don't sit around the Common Room blabbing on and on about chocs and prezzies, you know.

I don't want you to think that.

That girl is not very nice, is she?

I saw it, but I knew better.

You were worried?

kind of.

About lots of things.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

What things? Or, sorry, that's rude of me.

no, it's not.

I just feel lately like everything I do and think is wrong. I just end up making a mess of things, and the harder I try the more mess I make and it just doesn't seem to stop.

for starters.

Now you have me worried.

Well, that does us both no good at all.

We'll just end up worrying one another to bits.

I'm know I'm not supposed to.

worry about you, I mean.

but I do.

sometimes.

friends can worry about friends, can't they?

yes

You haven't been in trouble lately, have you? I've been a little preoccupied, I guess, but I haven't seen any word of great messes you've made.

You could always compare yourself to me and then you'd see that you're a model citizen.

You're right. I haven't got in too bad a trouble this term.

Yet.

See, right now? this is a mess I'm in the middle of making. I'm probably not supposed to get all mopey and talk about actual feelings, because then I'll get you in trouble or something, and next thing you know

well

I guess it's more anticipated mess than actual mess. Which is silly of me.

You think you'll get me in trouble?

Well, knowing me, it's a distinct possibility.

I have a knack, you see.

Ha.

I can get myself in plenty of trouble all on my own. A little help from you one way or the other probably won't make it any worse.

Should I tell you a secret? I can't decide if it's a good time or not.

Please do.

As long as it's the good kind.

Of course it's the good kind. It's only that it's a present and that may seem a bit ironic given where we started this conversation.

I sent you a parcel a couple of weeks ago. It's waiting in the special delivery office until they can send it on to you. I really thought hard about what you might like to read next. I hope you like this one.

Well, see, now, that is the best kind of secret.

Because it's something I can look forward to, and it'll still be a lovely surprise.

And I'm not worried about that any more. I just didn't want you to think anything of it is all. And you don't. Which is all that matters.

Exactly.

And I can tell you that I'd never believe anything that awful Ravenclaw thing says.

good.

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alt_regulus - 2010-04-23 03:34 (UTC) - Expand

And no, she is not.

Did you have anyone at school you didn't get on with?

Besides the obvious, that is.

Oh, now that's funny!

And, yes. There were one or two I had trouble with. Worse than with him even.

Tips would be greatly appreciated.

Once we've got owls again, that is.

Never let her get to you. Never blink or back down. Never let her find out your secrets.

Well. Aside from this set of super-secret advice!

You can bet she's committing every word of that to memory.

You're right, though. I think the key is to find out which people's opinions you really do care about, and just not bothering with the rest, because why waste the energy?

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