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[_susie_bones_]

Now that there are three of us, I need to remember to stop buying food for two. Who knew Ernie could eat so bloody much? That boy's stomach is completely endless.

Daphne's drunken post got me thinking. What if he's not dead? What happens then? Where does that leave me? Us? Us? That leaving thing isn't looking so bad anymore. BAD TRAIN OF

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[allthingsdivine]

I'm far from an expert in love advice, but I guess if Seamus (there, I spelled it right this time) were alive, then maybe you should be asking him those questions. But more importantly, what is it that you really want? At least, that's what I'd tell Pans or Draco or even Mill if they are in a similar situation.

But hey, it's just me, so feel free to ignore this comment. I've gotten the habit of posting about senseless things like love anyways.

I dunno why, but those words broke my heart.

[_susie_bones_]

Well, that would be an idea. But he left me when I knew he was alive. Why would he come back when I think he's dead? That's an easy out, if I've ever seen one.

What do I want? That's a loaded question. Because I just don't know. Gods, I want to know. But I don't. And I'm hurting my best friend by not knowing.

They kind of break my heart, too. Add to it the voice of the singer and it hurts because he's so good and the words are so poignant. And...I don't know. I'm rambling on again.

[unpetrified]

Let's hope for the best.

That is all.

[_susie_bones_]

What does that mean? The best for who?

Is it really?

[unpetrified]

For you, Sus. I just want you to be happy again. And I really want to help you, but I don't know how. Not when we always bicker and fight like an old married couple, as Ernie would put it. Not that I'm insinuating we should be married, or a couple, cos I know that's the farthest thing from your mind right now. But really, Sus. You deserve to be happy.

Do you really think everything I say has some sort of hidden meaning? No wait. Don't answer that.

[_susie_bones_]

Well, so do you, Justin. And I feel like I'm dragging you farther and farther away from that as time passes by. That's not fair.

Too late. You already asked it, so I'm going to answer. Yes. I really think everything you say has some sort of hidden meaning. I just wish you'd let me in on the secret.

[cards_n_badgers]

I didn't realise I ate enought to be worth mentioning. Huh. Maybe that's the reson for my, er... well built stature. A diet is in order, I think. Or you could just stop cooking so bloody fantastically, my dear Susan. Or don't; it's too good.