All along the watchtower, princes kept the view.
I talked to Amycus, finally. He seemed... all right, generally. In a still-breathing way. He doesn't seem particularly happy. But then his dad told him to push off, so that can't be a happy experience. Still, we made peace. Of a sort. He gave me the key to his loft back. He said I'd be welcome to stay there if I wanted. But I have to really want it, he said.
Of course I bloody want it. But if his dad's action is any indication of the sort of trouble we'd run into by being together then it's not worth it. I don't want him to get hurt because of me.
I brought Bailey over to Amy's place. The loft looks... big without my stuff cluttered around. Bailey was all excited and happy to be home and to see Amycus. He's happy there. I told Amy I'd drop by at least twice a week to check on Bailey.
Walked around a bit before heading back home. I miss Amycus, it's not even fair. But he was doing something with his life now, wasn't he? Picking up the pieces, moving on. He's got a muggle job. It's still a job. And what have I got to show?
I didn't realize I wandered right into the muggle part of town. There was an opening at a construction site there. They said it might take a couple of months to finish and they needed another pair of hands to put the bricks together. It'll only take a couple of minutes with magic, but they don't know that. Muggles. Bloody stupid, the lot of them. They said it paid in quid and pounds, whatever the fuck that means.
They didn't even ask to see my NEWT marks. They didn't ask anything.
They said I could start on Monday.
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A few questions:
What's the conversion rate of galleons to muggle currency?
How many cigarettes can be bought by a quid? Is that like a squid or
Do muggles have butterbeer?