Story of my life, isn't it, Pirate? If I ever write a memoir, that will have to be the title.
Since I've written you last, I've become a partner in a rather successful business (you would have loved it to no end, and bought one of everything to poke fun at Narcissa Malfoy with, I have no doubt), come back from a rather miserably broken heart (sometimes, mostly, I hope), joined a terrorist organisation, had an offer to apprentice with a potioneer, went to a ball with a rather fit boy, and been thoroughly snogged by a completely different rather fit boy. That's quite a lot of living to pack in to half a year.
I still see shadows of you whenever I go to Grimmauld. I'm holding a piece of one of those shadows close to my heart right now, and I'll tuck it away in my trunk for the time being, but know that I miss you and love you and am thinking of you today.
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Story of my life, isn't it, Pirate? If I ever write a memoir, that will have to be the title.
Since I've written you last, I've become a partner in a rather successful business (you would have loved it to no end, and bought one of everything to poke fun at Narcissa Malfoy with, I have no doubt), come back from a rather miserably broken heart (sometimes, mostly, I hope), joined a terrorist organisation, had an offer to apprentice with a potioneer, went to a ball with a rather fit boy, and been thoroughly snogged by a completely different rather fit boy. That's quite a lot of living to pack in to half a year.
I still see shadows of you whenever I go to Grimmauld. I'm holding a piece of one of those shadows close to my heart right now, and I'll tuck it away in my trunk for the time being, but know that I miss you and love you and am thinking of you today.