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*limps back to his bunk and throws himself flat on his stomach, burying his face in the thin pillow until most of the other inmates are asleep; then gradually draws his journal out of a slit in his mattress and begins to write with a plain Muggle pen*
If I could use magic here, I would bring heaven's wrath down upon his stinking head. I am not the only one who wants to, but no one else will dare. There is no reason for him -- no reason--
A time will come. A time will come. A time will come.
I think my crab is dead.....
*hides his face in his arms and tries to stop his shoulders from shaking*
A time will come. A time will come. A time will come.
I think my crab is dead.....
*hides his face in his arms and tries to stop his shoulders from shaking*
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I'm sorry that was bold of me....no less true, but I shouldn't assume you'd want something like that. I just can't stand the thought of them treating you so...you're such a sweet boy. You deserve a happy childhood with people who care about you.