There isn't much I'm allowed to write about training, but I don't reckon they'd mind if I just didn't say too much about certain things. It's every bit as difficult as I expected it to be. Thank you, Hermione, for years of extra study sessions. Not just that, though. It's difficult not to look back and think about the what ifs: what if various victims of the war had had even one-tenth of this training... What then? It boggles the mind. Someone wise once told me that it didn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. I reckon that's the most fitting tribute. Just do it, don't think about it: it's the most Gryffindor thing I've ever heard, and wouldn't you know it? It works.
It's so busy there's barely any time to sleep, much less visit my friends or keep track of my own thoughts. I'm not so preoccupied with the latter as I am with the former, though. Ron andespecially Hermione both know that I'm not the most reliable when it comes to owling... I don't think they'd let me get away with it now, though. Now that I've been given the chance, it's probably something I should work on.
Neither can live while the other survives. Probably one thing of many I should work on, come to think of it.
It's so busy there's barely any time to sleep, much less visit my friends or keep track of my own thoughts. I'm not so preoccupied with the latter as I am with the former, though. Ron and
Can't believe I haven't seen you both in months. While I was stuck here stocking shelves, you get to show off and learn cool hexes... and Hermione's been frolicking around in Australia by herself (but don't worry mate, she doesn't know but I put a Tracer on her when she was gone, so we would've known if she was in any trouble--Bill helped me with it-- don't tell her though, she'd kill me.).
Weird we're not going back to school this year, isn't it? I reckon I'll feel sick to my stomach when I'm sweeping the front stoop of the shop and in the distance see Quidditch matches going on. Ah, well. Time to grow up, yeah?
Speaking of Quidditch, I'm already getting threats from my lovely sister. We'll have a match next time we're all together, but it'll you and me versus George and Gin. That's fairest.
Oh! And next time you don't want me to know something don't say it where I can see it! Prat
Ah well, you're safe and sound, aren't you? Can't ever be too careful!
Sorry.
Well, not really. Glad you're safe. Can't be too careful with the leftover Death Eaters trying to round up to avenge their fallen master, eh?