Private Message to Linus

[alt_lavender]

I've been thinking all day, and I'm sorry for the way I said what I said last night. Muggles are people, people who make and write lovely things, and we were wrong to treat them the way we did.

But Linus, I'm a wizard. We're wizards.

I thought I'd follow you anywhere, but I won't follow you to Oxford. If there even is an Oxford that's ready to be gone to in the autumn term.

I'm sorry. It doesn't mean I don't love you, because I do.

Comments

[alt_lavender]

Just what I said. That I won't go to Oxford with you.

And I wish I could support you but I can't hide how I really feel about this whole project--thing--mad idea--whatever you want to call it.

[alt_lavender]

You're not going to shout at me? Or lecture?

It would be so much easier if you did.

[alt_linus]

There is no shouting in me. There are no words at all. All the breath has been taken from me. You confront me with that most terrible of choices: the woman I love, or the quest I feel destined to essay?

Sentiment and reason alike are obscured by the weight of the dreadful dilemma - and how indeed shall I choose either and carry on, when the other choice is the price I must pay for whatever I embrace?

All is dungbombs and ashes, Lavender. Dungbombs and ashes.