Hogwarts: Next Part, and Yesterday
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unforthYesterday ended up being one of the nicest days I've had since I left the US. It's not that I haven't had loads of fun exploring and seeing museums and doing all that sort of thing, but there is a different and - I think - much deeper kind of pleasure that goes with spending a fun day with friends - new and old. :)
I headed out early in the morning to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skygawker, who I had met over the summer through ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
novel_in_90 (we'd traded LJ friending's when we discovered we were both moving to Japan, though not both to the same place) and her friend ireneadler. We got an early lunch (breakfast for me) at TGI Friday's in Yokohama, and spent almost three hours there chatting. It had been suggested that we meet up later in the day instead, but I had my D&D game, and ireneadler had a flute concert in the afternoon, and so I had said I couldn't, but by the time we finished at Friday's we all agreed that we were having tons of fun, and decided to meet for dinner and karaoke in the evening after the concert. It was a really good time; I think the moment when I realized that everything was going to be fine with this girls I had never met was when the waitress brought us our water, and all three of us pretty much simultaneously exclaimed with glee about how large the glasses were. It was really funny - usually water in Japanese restaurants comes out in these teeny tiny glasses, and it's infuriating, but only if you care about drinking water - and just felt like a "good" moment, to me. :)
After that, I headed over to my game, which is also held in Yokohama, and the party started to repair the damage that we did last week, when we pretty much upended the entire plot (and I personally messed my characters life up badly enough that I had to organize my own public execution and arrange for a permanent polymorph, and they lay the false tracks of what the heck my new identity was doing traveling with the same group of adventurers). We went from being freelance friends who were traveling together to try and help out one of the characters friends to being a special unit in an army, sworn to the government, when only three of us were even from that country, and none of us were actually Neath (the Neath are Aasamir; their country includes a lot of tribes, though, and three of the PC's are from various of those tribes). Yesterday was mostly encompassed with training; if it had been a real fight we had it would have been the closest to TPK I've ever seen (of 6 PCs, 4 were unconscious and all would have bled to death before the end of the fight)...and we didn't know for most of it that it wasn't real, either, to the point thatcaspiangray started printing herself a new character sheet - she was the first to die. It
After that, I headed back out to meet back up withskygawker and ireneadler. We grabbed dinner - the best Indian I've had in Japan so far - and then we went to Karaoke!! I've wanted to do that since I got here, but claireon and I didn't quite get it together and I didn't want to go alone. It was soooo much fun. We sang songs we each loved, we sang Christmas carols, and all and all it was totally awesome. I tried my hand at everything from "Yakusoku wa Iranai" and "Give a Reason" to Kiroro and L'arc en Ciel to the Beatles, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Zebrahead. :) I want to go again! After that, we went to a Jonathan's (basically a Denny's) and got desert and tea. I didn't get on the train until after midnight (the last train); I got home at 1:30, and I would have stayed later if I could have.
In an extra side bit of totally awesome,ireneadler is from Kinderhook, NY. When she said it, I thought it sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. About an hour later, though, I suddenly knew why it was familiar. I know someone from there! So I asked her if she knew Don Miles, and she was like, yeah, I know that name, a big guy, kinda weird, two years ahead of me. And I was like, big guy, indistinct ethnicity, kinda weird, and a year ahead of me, I'm in the class of 2000 for HS. Yep, we agree, it's the same guy. This tops buzzermccain knowing my brother and Lil at the Bloomington Lab knowing Cece from HS: finding someone in Japan who went to HS with one of the major members of my undergrad gaming group. It blew my mind. (for the Bloomingtonians, Don was in the very first serious D&D game I played, and was a frequent game participant in pretty much every game I was in in Binghamton. I gamed with him for 5 years!) So I thought I'd share that.
It was a really great day. :)
Since I appear to be incapable of numbering these correctly, I'm not going to do so any more. ;)
I jumped slightly when an hand settled gently on my arm. Surely no day full of shocks could be good for a young woman’s health, I reprimanded myself, thinking of the absurdity of jumping at so silly a thing. “Yes?” I asked, turning to see who was beside me.
The Headmaster stood there, still looking concerned. “Ms. Prince, are you well?” he asked. At least his voice still sounded almost as stern as normal. Almost.
I nodded. “Yes, Headmaster, I’m quite well.” I tried to sound as if I meant it. It was harder than it should have been.
“I was only…” he swallowed as if what he’d been about to say could not be said. It was a strange way to see something like a swallow, I supposed, but that was certainly what he was doing! “Of course,” he said, and his voice truly was as stern as normal. The concerned look faded, as well. “If you have any…difficulties,” he glared at Nox, who was looking at Candy as if seeing a worm that he might need to tread on, “don’t hesitate to let me know. I should never have agreed to let that man in to my school.” Abruptly, he blinked, looking faintly surprised. I had the feeling he hadn’t meant to say that last bit, at least not to a student.
“I do not like him,” I agreed fiercely.
He simply nodded at me. “I expect you to practice hard,” he continued firmly. “It is imperative that Hogwarts win the Quidditch match.”
“We will, Headmaster,” I said confidently, and he smiled slightly.
“Do be careful, Ms. Prince,” he said with a hint of the concern he’d shown before, and he left, with me staring after him with wonder. The Headmaster never spoke tenderly to a student – I’d never heard him speak tenderly to any one except for Auror Weasley – and he never showed concern. Contempt and anger, as he had expressed towards Headmaster Nox, were not terribly uncommon, but worry? I laughed, for I realized that I was worried about him being worried about me, and it was surely a slightly ridiculous cycle.
And so the evening passed.
The hour was growing late, and the ball was winding down, when I noticed students slipping in one by one. First were the students from Durmstrang, looking even more foul and angry than they had earlier. Then, most of the students whose absences I had been unable to explain slipped in, the WAP boys – including Marcus, I was relieved to see – and the other members of the Quidditch team. Within short order, all save those who had gone to help Professor Tremens’ had returned. Judging by the furious looks that the Durmstrang students shot at the Hogwarts students, and the smug looks that they got in return, it was clear that they had all been in the same place, too, and that Hogwarts had come out the better in whatever they had all been about. Marcus smiled my way, and I smiled back, but then Katrina shot me a nasty look – I was mildly irritated to see that she had returned as well – and took his arm, and pulled him towards the dance floor. He smiled back. And danced with her. I ground my teeth.
It was later still when Aya and Maya Lunari came in, and they were followed by an exhausted looking Celestine. The twins immediately went about trying to enliven the party, which had truly been tired, and Celestine came to me.
I looked my question at her, without asking, for there were too many others around and I feared she would get in trouble. She nodded in reply, and I sighed in relief. “She’s alright?” I asked aloud, just to be sure, and Celestine nodded again. “And you’re alright?” Nod. “Thank god.”
The evening continued much later than I ever would have thought, new life breathed in to it by the return of the students who hadn’t gotten to enjoy it earlier; I pitied the musicians before the Headmaster finally sent us all to bed firmly. Those of us who had been there the entire time were, by and large, too tired to do more, though, and we lingered on the edges of the room talking and watching our friends. I’m certain I wasn’t the only one who stayed in the hopes of hearing some word about what had taken place with the Durmstrang students, but no one was forthcoming for all that me and the others asked around. I admitted guiltily to myself that I lingered, too, in the hopes that Marcus – no, Robert Black – might yet dance with me; at least it would remove the lingering sour feeling left from dancing with Nox. But for all that Marcus occasionally shot desperate looks in my direction, he didn’t leave Katrina’s side, and there was surely no way that I could interject myself between Katrina and her date. I was growing increasingly angry watching it all, and was relieved when the Headmaster called an end to the evening.
The next day was dizzily busy. The Quidditch match was to be held on Monday, and with only the weekend left to prepare, and with all the weight that rested on us winning, I hardly stepped on firm ground the entire day. We even skipped lunch, and it was only begrudgingly that we all acknowledged the need for dinner. As if we weren’t all about to fall off of our brooms from hunger! Sereminia grumbled that we couldn’t win the match if we all got broomstick sores, but she didn’t argue when we all agreed to continue practicing on Sunday, either.
Dinner, at least, was every bit as impressive as it had been at the ball. An extra table had been set up for the Durmstrang students, and it was clear that the House Elf’s were going above and beyond to impress our guests. They didn’t look impressed – they looked as arrogant as they had the previous day – but they ate heartily and took double and triple portions. Meanwhile, whispers among the students spoke of some sort of adventure in the dungeons the previous night, with few of the other wild conjectures that had also existed the previous night. It suggested to me that this was the kernel of truth, and my curiosity grew. What had the Durmstrang students want in the dungeon? No, I realized, that was not the question. What did Palucid Nox know was in the dungeons that he wanted badly enough to send his students to get it for him? I frowned, eyeing the room angrily. Why was I left out of everything!
Next to me, a little Hufflepuff I didn’t know jumped and squeaked. “I’m sorry, Head Girl,” he stammered. I continued to frown, and he blushed. “I was told to give this note to you!” He shoved the note into my face, let it go – it fluttered into my lap – and turned and fled. Did I truly look that scary? I couldn’t possibly! The frown fell away, and I chuckled, picking up the note.
It was from Marcus. “Ms. Prince,” it read, “if you are free tomorrow evening I would very much enjoy your company for a dinner. 7 PM. If you can join me, look my way after reading this and nod.” I laughed again. Why hadn’t he just come and asked me? Still, I looked up, found him at the Hufflepuff table – he was looking towards me, I noticed, looking worried, and completely ignoring Katrina, who seemed to be desperately trying to get his attention. I smiled, and I nodded. He looked relieved, and went back to eating, but he didn’t stop ignoring Katrina. I smiled even more widely, and forgot completely, at least for the moment, about Palucid Nox, Durmstrang, Quidditch, and all of my other troubles. Life wasn’t all bad, at least.
Quidditch practice on Sunday was easily as brutal and exhausting as it had been on Saturday, and by the time we came in I was considering going to Marcus and telling him I simply couldn’t. Eating seemed like far too much trouble. All I wanted to do was sleep. Still, he must have done a fair amount of work to put together some sort of dinner for us, and it would be wrong to beg off now. I was running late, but it couldn’t be helped; I trudged to the Ravenclaw common room, changed in to the nicest outfit I could find that wasn’t utterly uncomfortable, and hurried as best as I could to our usual meeting place in the secret room.
The approach was as dusty and disused as ever, and so I was all the more shocked when I walked in to the formerly ramshackle room. Where before, it had been bare bones, now it fairly gleamed. The walls were polished wood, and glowed with the reflecting light of white and blue fairy lights, the fairies flitting around the ceiling showing off their coloring. The table had a thick carpet, and a fireplace had somehow been added to one wall; a fire flickered merrily, fighting off the early November chill that now pervaded the castle every evening. The table itself was covered by a satin blue table cloth, and held two lanterns in which sat several fairies each, all as one looking sullenly at their friends who were flying freely. There were several dishes layed out, and the delicious smell of some sort of sweet meat sauce was enough to make me glad that I’d come. The room seemed bigger than I recalled, as well, for now it wasn’t dominated by the table; there was a large clear space between it and the fireplace; to one side, on a side board, set the strangest looking horn-thing I had ever seen, tapering to a point near a box of sorts, winding and widening out to a large bell. Marcus, in what must have been his best robes, was fiddling with this box, and didn’t notice my arrival. I took the opportunity to hurriedly try to fix my hair and smooth my dress. I should have worn something nicer. Inexplicably, my heart was rather pounding. I tried to make it be still, but I couldn’t for the life of me, and a slow flush rose in my cheeks. Oh, how silly I was, for I had no idea whatsoever of what could be the matter with me.
“Excuse me,” said a high pitched voice behind me, and I moved slightly to allow a house elf, bearing another tray, to come inside. Marcus turned, thinking he was the one being spoken to, and gave a start.
“Delia!” he exclaimed, looking slightly flustered, “I didn’t hear you arrive. I’m so sorry for not greeting you.”
“I was rather quiet,” I replied, “and didn’t announce myself. If any impropriety has been done, it was surely mine for such rudeness.” A slight feeling of illness in my stomach now battled with my hunger. How could the man set me so on edge?
“Well, you’re here now, and I know you are, so I’m prepared to ignore the breach of etiquette if you are,” he laughed, and I joined him. He moved over to one of the chairs and pulled it out for me. “Normally, I’d make small talk first, but after practicing so much I imagine you are very hungry, so perhaps we could eat dinner first?”
“That sounds splendid,” I smiled, settling in to the chair. I truly was ravenous, I realized, and perhaps eating the meal would give me time to gather my frustratingly scattered wits.
I headed out early in the morning to meet up with
skygawker, who I had met over the summer through novel_in_90 (we'd traded LJ friending's when we discovered we were both moving to Japan, though not both to the same place) and her friend ireneadler. We got an early lunch (breakfast for me) at TGI Friday's in Yokohama, and spent almost three hours there chatting. It had been suggested that we meet up later in the day instead, but I had my D&D game, and ireneadler had a flute concert in the afternoon, and so I had said I couldn't, but by the time we finished at Friday's we all agreed that we were having tons of fun, and decided to meet for dinner and karaoke in the evening after the concert. It was a really good time; I think the moment when I realized that everything was going to be fine with this girls I had never met was when the waitress brought us our water, and all three of us pretty much simultaneously exclaimed with glee about how large the glasses were. It was really funny - usually water in Japanese restaurants comes out in these teeny tiny glasses, and it's infuriating, but only if you care about drinking water - and just felt like a "good" moment, to me. :)After that, I headed over to my game, which is also held in Yokohama, and the party started to repair the damage that we did last week, when we pretty much upended the entire plot (and I personally messed my characters life up badly enough that I had to organize my own public execution and arrange for a permanent polymorph, and they lay the false tracks of what the heck my new identity was doing traveling with the same group of adventurers). We went from being freelance friends who were traveling together to try and help out one of the characters friends to being a special unit in an army, sworn to the government, when only three of us were even from that country, and none of us were actually Neath (the Neath are Aasamir; their country includes a lot of tribes, though, and three of the PC's are from various of those tribes). Yesterday was mostly encompassed with training; if it had been a real fight we had it would have been the closest to TPK I've ever seen (of 6 PCs, 4 were unconscious and all would have bled to death before the end of the fight)...and we didn't know for most of it that it wasn't real, either, to the point that
caspiangray started printing herself a new character sheet - she was the first to die. ItAfter that, I headed back out to meet back up with
skygawker and ireneadler. We grabbed dinner - the best Indian I've had in Japan so far - and then we went to Karaoke!! I've wanted to do that since I got here, but claireon and I didn't quite get it together and I didn't want to go alone. It was soooo much fun. We sang songs we each loved, we sang Christmas carols, and all and all it was totally awesome. I tried my hand at everything from "Yakusoku wa Iranai" and "Give a Reason" to Kiroro and L'arc en Ciel to the Beatles, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Zebrahead. :) I want to go again! After that, we went to a Jonathan's (basically a Denny's) and got desert and tea. I didn't get on the train until after midnight (the last train); I got home at 1:30, and I would have stayed later if I could have.In an extra side bit of totally awesome,
ireneadler is from Kinderhook, NY. When she said it, I thought it sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. About an hour later, though, I suddenly knew why it was familiar. I know someone from there! So I asked her if she knew Don Miles, and she was like, yeah, I know that name, a big guy, kinda weird, two years ahead of me. And I was like, big guy, indistinct ethnicity, kinda weird, and a year ahead of me, I'm in the class of 2000 for HS. Yep, we agree, it's the same guy. This tops buzzermccain knowing my brother and Lil at the Bloomington Lab knowing Cece from HS: finding someone in Japan who went to HS with one of the major members of my undergrad gaming group. It blew my mind. (for the Bloomingtonians, Don was in the very first serious D&D game I played, and was a frequent game participant in pretty much every game I was in in Binghamton. I gamed with him for 5 years!) So I thought I'd share that. It was a really great day. :)
Since I appear to be incapable of numbering these correctly, I'm not going to do so any more. ;)
I jumped slightly when an hand settled gently on my arm. Surely no day full of shocks could be good for a young woman’s health, I reprimanded myself, thinking of the absurdity of jumping at so silly a thing. “Yes?” I asked, turning to see who was beside me.
The Headmaster stood there, still looking concerned. “Ms. Prince, are you well?” he asked. At least his voice still sounded almost as stern as normal. Almost.
I nodded. “Yes, Headmaster, I’m quite well.” I tried to sound as if I meant it. It was harder than it should have been.
“I was only…” he swallowed as if what he’d been about to say could not be said. It was a strange way to see something like a swallow, I supposed, but that was certainly what he was doing! “Of course,” he said, and his voice truly was as stern as normal. The concerned look faded, as well. “If you have any…difficulties,” he glared at Nox, who was looking at Candy as if seeing a worm that he might need to tread on, “don’t hesitate to let me know. I should never have agreed to let that man in to my school.” Abruptly, he blinked, looking faintly surprised. I had the feeling he hadn’t meant to say that last bit, at least not to a student.
“I do not like him,” I agreed fiercely.
He simply nodded at me. “I expect you to practice hard,” he continued firmly. “It is imperative that Hogwarts win the Quidditch match.”
“We will, Headmaster,” I said confidently, and he smiled slightly.
“Do be careful, Ms. Prince,” he said with a hint of the concern he’d shown before, and he left, with me staring after him with wonder. The Headmaster never spoke tenderly to a student – I’d never heard him speak tenderly to any one except for Auror Weasley – and he never showed concern. Contempt and anger, as he had expressed towards Headmaster Nox, were not terribly uncommon, but worry? I laughed, for I realized that I was worried about him being worried about me, and it was surely a slightly ridiculous cycle.
And so the evening passed.
The hour was growing late, and the ball was winding down, when I noticed students slipping in one by one. First were the students from Durmstrang, looking even more foul and angry than they had earlier. Then, most of the students whose absences I had been unable to explain slipped in, the WAP boys – including Marcus, I was relieved to see – and the other members of the Quidditch team. Within short order, all save those who had gone to help Professor Tremens’ had returned. Judging by the furious looks that the Durmstrang students shot at the Hogwarts students, and the smug looks that they got in return, it was clear that they had all been in the same place, too, and that Hogwarts had come out the better in whatever they had all been about. Marcus smiled my way, and I smiled back, but then Katrina shot me a nasty look – I was mildly irritated to see that she had returned as well – and took his arm, and pulled him towards the dance floor. He smiled back. And danced with her. I ground my teeth.
It was later still when Aya and Maya Lunari came in, and they were followed by an exhausted looking Celestine. The twins immediately went about trying to enliven the party, which had truly been tired, and Celestine came to me.
I looked my question at her, without asking, for there were too many others around and I feared she would get in trouble. She nodded in reply, and I sighed in relief. “She’s alright?” I asked aloud, just to be sure, and Celestine nodded again. “And you’re alright?” Nod. “Thank god.”
The evening continued much later than I ever would have thought, new life breathed in to it by the return of the students who hadn’t gotten to enjoy it earlier; I pitied the musicians before the Headmaster finally sent us all to bed firmly. Those of us who had been there the entire time were, by and large, too tired to do more, though, and we lingered on the edges of the room talking and watching our friends. I’m certain I wasn’t the only one who stayed in the hopes of hearing some word about what had taken place with the Durmstrang students, but no one was forthcoming for all that me and the others asked around. I admitted guiltily to myself that I lingered, too, in the hopes that Marcus – no, Robert Black – might yet dance with me; at least it would remove the lingering sour feeling left from dancing with Nox. But for all that Marcus occasionally shot desperate looks in my direction, he didn’t leave Katrina’s side, and there was surely no way that I could interject myself between Katrina and her date. I was growing increasingly angry watching it all, and was relieved when the Headmaster called an end to the evening.
The next day was dizzily busy. The Quidditch match was to be held on Monday, and with only the weekend left to prepare, and with all the weight that rested on us winning, I hardly stepped on firm ground the entire day. We even skipped lunch, and it was only begrudgingly that we all acknowledged the need for dinner. As if we weren’t all about to fall off of our brooms from hunger! Sereminia grumbled that we couldn’t win the match if we all got broomstick sores, but she didn’t argue when we all agreed to continue practicing on Sunday, either.
Dinner, at least, was every bit as impressive as it had been at the ball. An extra table had been set up for the Durmstrang students, and it was clear that the House Elf’s were going above and beyond to impress our guests. They didn’t look impressed – they looked as arrogant as they had the previous day – but they ate heartily and took double and triple portions. Meanwhile, whispers among the students spoke of some sort of adventure in the dungeons the previous night, with few of the other wild conjectures that had also existed the previous night. It suggested to me that this was the kernel of truth, and my curiosity grew. What had the Durmstrang students want in the dungeon? No, I realized, that was not the question. What did Palucid Nox know was in the dungeons that he wanted badly enough to send his students to get it for him? I frowned, eyeing the room angrily. Why was I left out of everything!
Next to me, a little Hufflepuff I didn’t know jumped and squeaked. “I’m sorry, Head Girl,” he stammered. I continued to frown, and he blushed. “I was told to give this note to you!” He shoved the note into my face, let it go – it fluttered into my lap – and turned and fled. Did I truly look that scary? I couldn’t possibly! The frown fell away, and I chuckled, picking up the note.
It was from Marcus. “Ms. Prince,” it read, “if you are free tomorrow evening I would very much enjoy your company for a dinner. 7 PM. If you can join me, look my way after reading this and nod.” I laughed again. Why hadn’t he just come and asked me? Still, I looked up, found him at the Hufflepuff table – he was looking towards me, I noticed, looking worried, and completely ignoring Katrina, who seemed to be desperately trying to get his attention. I smiled, and I nodded. He looked relieved, and went back to eating, but he didn’t stop ignoring Katrina. I smiled even more widely, and forgot completely, at least for the moment, about Palucid Nox, Durmstrang, Quidditch, and all of my other troubles. Life wasn’t all bad, at least.
Quidditch practice on Sunday was easily as brutal and exhausting as it had been on Saturday, and by the time we came in I was considering going to Marcus and telling him I simply couldn’t. Eating seemed like far too much trouble. All I wanted to do was sleep. Still, he must have done a fair amount of work to put together some sort of dinner for us, and it would be wrong to beg off now. I was running late, but it couldn’t be helped; I trudged to the Ravenclaw common room, changed in to the nicest outfit I could find that wasn’t utterly uncomfortable, and hurried as best as I could to our usual meeting place in the secret room.
The approach was as dusty and disused as ever, and so I was all the more shocked when I walked in to the formerly ramshackle room. Where before, it had been bare bones, now it fairly gleamed. The walls were polished wood, and glowed with the reflecting light of white and blue fairy lights, the fairies flitting around the ceiling showing off their coloring. The table had a thick carpet, and a fireplace had somehow been added to one wall; a fire flickered merrily, fighting off the early November chill that now pervaded the castle every evening. The table itself was covered by a satin blue table cloth, and held two lanterns in which sat several fairies each, all as one looking sullenly at their friends who were flying freely. There were several dishes layed out, and the delicious smell of some sort of sweet meat sauce was enough to make me glad that I’d come. The room seemed bigger than I recalled, as well, for now it wasn’t dominated by the table; there was a large clear space between it and the fireplace; to one side, on a side board, set the strangest looking horn-thing I had ever seen, tapering to a point near a box of sorts, winding and widening out to a large bell. Marcus, in what must have been his best robes, was fiddling with this box, and didn’t notice my arrival. I took the opportunity to hurriedly try to fix my hair and smooth my dress. I should have worn something nicer. Inexplicably, my heart was rather pounding. I tried to make it be still, but I couldn’t for the life of me, and a slow flush rose in my cheeks. Oh, how silly I was, for I had no idea whatsoever of what could be the matter with me.
“Excuse me,” said a high pitched voice behind me, and I moved slightly to allow a house elf, bearing another tray, to come inside. Marcus turned, thinking he was the one being spoken to, and gave a start.
“Delia!” he exclaimed, looking slightly flustered, “I didn’t hear you arrive. I’m so sorry for not greeting you.”
“I was rather quiet,” I replied, “and didn’t announce myself. If any impropriety has been done, it was surely mine for such rudeness.” A slight feeling of illness in my stomach now battled with my hunger. How could the man set me so on edge?
“Well, you’re here now, and I know you are, so I’m prepared to ignore the breach of etiquette if you are,” he laughed, and I joined him. He moved over to one of the chairs and pulled it out for me. “Normally, I’d make small talk first, but after practicing so much I imagine you are very hungry, so perhaps we could eat dinner first?”
“That sounds splendid,” I smiled, settling in to the chair. I truly was ravenous, I realized, and perhaps eating the meal would give me time to gather my frustratingly scattered wits.
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Date: 2007-11-11 11:51 am (UTC)Too bad I'm now completely and utterly exhausted and have work tomorrow...
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