Yes, I think so too. One less thing for you to worry your lovely head about.
What's interesting? He has graduated from full-out wailing to sniffles after exactly three hours, twenty-seven minutes and fourteen seconds. It is seventeen minutes and forty-six seconds less wailing than yesterday!
I was not worried, but merely concerned. And it is not lovely.
The unfortunately nomered Slytherin is correct. Your poem is pretentious whiffle-whaffle. At least you appear to be making progress with him, however. Better you than myself.
Ah, I see. Small but very important difference. And it is certainly lovely.
Yes, the poem is pretentious whiffle-whaffle. I was going for eye-gougingly bad, but as I haven't slept more than three hours a night for the last four, I can hopefully be forgiven.
Do you think that by the time Halloween rolls around, he'll limit the weeping to a half-hour per evening?
I suppose he could be scared, though I am not sure what he's scared OF. He's not really being very up-front about it, though I've tried to get him to talk.
I will do so tomorrow at earliest opportunity, though, princess. You're very kind to offer. And maybe I MIGHT be able to catch a nap!
Perhaps he's being bullied. Or if he's a Muggleborn, it could be that he's feeling overwhelmed. Most Muggleborns are usually excited when they find out they can do magic though, and it takes them a few weeks for the newness of it all to wear off and for them to get panicky.
Maybe I could take him for a walk around the castle? He might feel less frightened once he's familiar with the environment, and if he's worn out from the exercise then he might sleep.
I haven't noticed any bullying, and that's after close observation. And yes, some Muggleborns do feel a bit overwhelmed upon arrival, I suppose, but I've not noticed any other tragically and dramatically tearful firsties.
A possibility. I really do hope he'll adjust soon enough. And stop visiting Moaning Myrtle. I daresay she's not influencing him for the better.
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And how interesting.
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What's interesting? He has graduated from full-out wailing to sniffles after exactly three hours, twenty-seven minutes and fourteen seconds. It is seventeen minutes and forty-six seconds less wailing than yesterday!
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The unfortunately nomered Slytherin is correct. Your poem is pretentious whiffle-whaffle. At least you appear to be making progress with him, however. Better you than myself.
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Yes, the poem is pretentious whiffle-whaffle. I was going for eye-gougingly bad, but as I haven't slept more than three hours a night for the last four, I can hopefully be forgiven.
Do you think that by the time Halloween rolls around, he'll limit the weeping to a half-hour per evening?
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Send him over my way and I'll attempt to cheer him up. Does he like flying? I can take him for a ride on my new Nimbus.
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I will do so tomorrow at earliest opportunity, though, princess. You're very kind to offer. And maybe I MIGHT be able to catch a nap!
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Maybe I could take him for a walk around the castle? He might feel less frightened once he's familiar with the environment, and if he's worn out from the exercise then he might sleep.
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A possibility. I really do hope he'll adjust soon enough. And stop visiting Moaning Myrtle. I daresay she's not influencing him for the better.
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