posted by
alt_lupin at 03:15pm on 09/09/2008
Weather such as this makes me think of my days in Romania. It's been eleven years, but that experience is still vivid in my mind - living in caves and forests, listening to whispers in the darker places, wondering if I'd live to see home again. My thoughts never strayed far from a cup of tea, a fire and a friendly face. That is what kept me going while living in Greyback's commune, because it is quite difficult to put on amicable airs with the man-beast that ruined your life. One of the many difficult decisions I have made, and certainly one of - but not my biggest - regrets.
As it turns out, I rather wish I hadn't returned. Nothing is as I left it, and everything is different now. Forever.
I've been thinking of things that I miss. Friends gone before, most certainly. Not a day goes by that I don't ache for the missing. Just the other day, I caught sight of a girl in the halls; she had ginger hair, and for a moment, I was fourteen again and looking for help with Charms. For a moment, everything seemed like it might be okay.
Moments, of course, eventually pass.
I should go see to the pumpkin patch. Hallowe'en is not far off.
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I have been, Hermione, and he is a comfort. It helps that he's a ginger cat as well - I have a fondness for that particular hair color.
I think you ought to keep him, actually. I'm sure you'll find you have more room than you're aware of, and a small cat does not take up too much space. I feel you may need him more than I do.
After my evening tea, I will bring him by with a bit of food and his mouse-toy.
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I've been thinking about a name, but I don't want to say it until I've asked Terry. He's never had anything to name before, you see.
I'll look forward to seeing you.