|05:58 pm - [Private.]|
Empath, he says. When I've tried so very long, so very hard not to feel anything at all. Feeding off pure desperation. And that detached part of me is, as ever, without, and watching with amused curiosity whether this would be the thing that finally... breaks me.
So I asked him to teach me magic - practical, defensive magic that we should have learned at school, had our DADA teachers been half-way competent. And things that we never would have been taught, regardless. He conceded. The bitter part of me almost wishes he hadn't.
I just can't let it.
And it must have been the potion, some toxic shock or side-effect, but last night I think... [/private]
I had the strangest dream.
Thank Marlin the term is over. I can't wait to get out of here.