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[theworldofvain]

They won't let me out of the fucking school. Over and over again I have tried to explain that I am eighteen, and quite capable of taking care of myself in a fragile area, but no. No-one will let me out. No-one will let anyone out. And I suppose it's best for the young'uns, but I need to get out because I need to vist my mother because my father--

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[__serpiente]

Don't leave the school.

Please, Pans, listen to me for once, I actually know what I'm talking about this time.

If anything happened to you, I'd die.

I'll write you as soon as I can.

[theworldofvain]

Don't say that. If anything happened to you, I'd...

Write. I don't care what about. I just want to know how you are. I swear if you write to me every bloody day I'll never leave this place.

[_batbogeyhex_]

Trapped like a ... prisoner. It's killing me to not be able to get out, even to Hogsmeade.

I'm sorry you have no word on your mum. I've had no word on my dad either, for days.

Want to get together for whining and pain-dulling liquor, one fellow trapee to another?

[theworldofvain]

We're all just a bunch of...rotting...potatoes. As you can see, my mind is elsewhere completely.

Pain-dulling liquor it is. Skip classes someday, and Daph and I will be waiting.