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I accidentally woke up a few hours late this morning and I'm still tired. Can't wait for the weekend. Maybe I'll catch up on sleep then--if the professors don't assign their usual amount of homework, anyway.
[Private to Patch]
Patch, can we talk sometime? It's about your sister Lucy. I'm free after lunch today.
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I wish I'd kissed Andromeda. It would have been selfish, wrong, and made things more confusing then they already are. I know all these things, but I still wish I had.
It's not right that I can't get her out of my head--and not just wanting to kiss her, either. Her laugh gets stuck in my head. How can someone's laugh get stuck inside your head? And I swear when I go over my Charms notes, it's her voice, not mine, that are reading them to myself. I've liked girls before. I'm seventeen, I know the consequences of all this. For god's sake, I shouldn't be acting like a selfish third year. I made such a mess of things last night. This was easier before when I deluded myself into thinking she didn't think of me like that.
This whole situation is stupid. We can't date. There's no chance of it. I can't risk that with my family being Muggle and her family being part of that whole pureblood-mania. Some of the things she'd told me last night about her family--no, it doesn't matter. Andromeda's not like them. I should just concentrate on being a good friend to her. That's the right thing to do.
You know what else that's insane? I'm jealous. I can't believe I'm jealous of some forty-five year old French guy. Monsieur Apollo de Mort-something. There's no possible way 'Dromeda'd ever like him. What the hell does her family think they're doing, anyway? It's disgusting. The idea of Andromeda having to suck up to someone like that makes me angrier then I've felt in a long while.
Whatever's gotten into me, I hope it stops. It's s'posed to be friends only from this on out.
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[Private to Patch]
Patch, can we talk sometime? It's about your sister Lucy. I'm free after lunch today.
[/private]
[Private]
I wish I'd kissed Andromeda. It would have been selfish, wrong, and made things more confusing then they already are. I know all these things, but I still wish I had.
It's not right that I can't get her out of my head--and not just wanting to kiss her, either. Her laugh gets stuck in my head. How can someone's laugh get stuck inside your head? And I swear when I go over my Charms notes, it's her voice, not mine, that are reading them to myself. I've liked girls before. I'm seventeen, I know the consequences of all this. For god's sake, I shouldn't be acting like a selfish third year. I made such a mess of things last night. This was easier before when I deluded myself into thinking she didn't think of me like that.
This whole situation is stupid. We can't date. There's no chance of it. I can't risk that with my family being Muggle and her family being part of that whole pureblood-mania. Some of the things she'd told me last night about her family--no, it doesn't matter. Andromeda's not like them. I should just concentrate on being a good friend to her. That's the right thing to do.
You know what else that's insane? I'm jealous. I can't believe I'm jealous of some forty-five year old French guy. Monsieur Apollo de Mort-something. There's no possible way 'Dromeda'd ever like him. What the hell does her family think they're doing, anyway? It's disgusting. The idea of Andromeda having to suck up to someone like that makes me angrier then I've felt in a long while.
Whatever's gotten into me, I hope it stops. It's s'posed to be friends only from this on out.
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