There are some things I need to think about. I need some time to myself. I'm so very tired. I ought to write my father.
( Private to Fifth Year Prefects )
Would someone mind taking my rounds for an evening or two? I don't feel like I can fulfill my duties right at this moment. I'll buy you something from Honeyduke's to repay you.
( Private )
I can't... I... What could I possibly say to Daddy? He should know what I saw, what I did, what she said -- but it's. I don't know if I can tell him. I think it might just hurt him more to know. Would he give up hope if he knew, or would he be relieved? Would he believe me?
It hurts -- it's just. It's so. I can't think about this right now.