Private Message to Padma Patil
Sep. 8th, 2011 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_lanaPadma, I'm very sorry to have let so many days go by without answering your note. It was lovely to hear from you and to remember how exciting the first days back at school always were. It all sounds rather wonderful.
Thanks for asking after my grandmother. I'm so very grateful to your brother and the other Healers who took care of her. They saved her life. But it seems there was much more to it than just the physical injury she suffered. It was really all so horrible that my Abuela Luisa is still in shock over it. She's slipping, I guess you'd say. We're all very worried for her.
Oh, to be honest, I think I'm still in shock, too, rather. Do you know, I've never been so glad I have work to pour myself into, and in the first days after the Cup I was pulled in to help on the investigation. On the office end of it, processing reports and coordinating information among the units.
But now I'm back to my intensive, which is with our very top specialist in Arcane Magics, but, Padma, I never thought I'd say this about a challenging subject, but it's just so lifeless. I can't find any part of it to enjoy. And I don't know whether it's because it seems so useless in contrast to everything that's just happened, or whether it's because Mustinal is dull--and, oh, dear, he really is--or whether it's because I've discovered that I'm really more suited to the active parts of investigation and there haven't been any matters that required him to actually be involved, so he's just working on writing his current book.
It's just really difficult to feel engaged, and it's so easy to think about things that I want to set aside and never think of again.
I keep hearing the roar of it, and it's as though I can still feel the way the floor and then everything else rumbled--even the air--and then I see that girder falling and the stone showering down in all those crumbled bits all around us. And on us.
I'm sorry. I know you remember it, too. Only, we just haven't any of us talked about it. Not at home and not at work, except the professional aspects of sorting through evidence.
And I know that's best. Really, it's the only way to get on with all the things that need doing. I only wish I were assigned somewhere I could actually be useful.
Well. That was more than you wanted to know, and I didn't mean to worry you or disappoint you when you think everything I've been doing has been exciting. It was. Really, it was up until this latest assignment, and it will get better again, so don't put much weight on what I've said here.
I hope you continue to have a wonderful fourth year. I rather envy you, having the tournament there and all the visitors. So do enjoy it. And write to tell me about it when you have a chance.
Thanks for asking after my grandmother. I'm so very grateful to your brother and the other Healers who took care of her. They saved her life. But it seems there was much more to it than just the physical injury she suffered. It was really all so horrible that my Abuela Luisa is still in shock over it. She's slipping, I guess you'd say. We're all very worried for her.
Oh, to be honest, I think I'm still in shock, too, rather. Do you know, I've never been so glad I have work to pour myself into, and in the first days after the Cup I was pulled in to help on the investigation. On the office end of it, processing reports and coordinating information among the units.
But now I'm back to my intensive, which is with our very top specialist in Arcane Magics, but, Padma, I never thought I'd say this about a challenging subject, but it's just so lifeless. I can't find any part of it to enjoy. And I don't know whether it's because it seems so useless in contrast to everything that's just happened, or whether it's because Mustinal is dull--and, oh, dear, he really is--or whether it's because I've discovered that I'm really more suited to the active parts of investigation and there haven't been any matters that required him to actually be involved, so he's just working on writing his current book.
It's just really difficult to feel engaged, and it's so easy to think about things that I want to set aside and never think of again.
I keep hearing the roar of it, and it's as though I can still feel the way the floor and then everything else rumbled--even the air--and then I see that girder falling and the stone showering down in all those crumbled bits all around us. And on us.
I'm sorry. I know you remember it, too. Only, we just haven't any of us talked about it. Not at home and not at work, except the professional aspects of sorting through evidence.
And I know that's best. Really, it's the only way to get on with all the things that need doing. I only wish I were assigned somewhere I could actually be useful.
Well. That was more than you wanted to know, and I didn't mean to worry you or disappoint you when you think everything I've been doing has been exciting. It was. Really, it was up until this latest assignment, and it will get better again, so don't put much weight on what I've said here.
I hope you continue to have a wonderful fourth year. I rather envy you, having the tournament there and all the visitors. So do enjoy it. And write to tell me about it when you have a chance.
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Date: 2011-09-09 04:29 pm (UTC)I did sit with the Prefects more often than not this week. Not completely, because I don't want to ignore Su Li and Belinda and Linus, of course. But it's ever so much more interesting taking meals with the older kids. And just last night Davies specifically asked me what I thought about Cox's chance to be Hogwarts' champion. Well, it's the sort of thing that's hard to answer without offending someone, isn't it, but I said that I thought any of the Ravenclaws in 6th or 7th year had a better chance than Bundy or Fleet, and they all laughed and said 'Good show' and Davies in particular sort of smiled at me in a--well, a considering sort of way.
I dunno. He's two years ahead. Which is a lot. But if someone like Davies is noticing, then some of the older boys from Durmstrang or Beauxbatons would be likely to take an interest, too. But then what? They'll go back and we'll still be here. Unless this means that the Lord Protector's considering opening the wards more often? That would be wizard, being able to travel.
Then there's that Finch-Fletchley boy. He seems very nice--but then, he seems like he's nice to everyone. It's a little ridiculous, actually. I can't make out whether he's daft or just desperate. I mean, I saw his picture in that little bit that was in the papers, he's well handsome, but, he doesn't seem terribly discerning, know what I mean?
Anyway, I should get on to lessons. But it's so nice to be able to talk to you again. You've been so busy and I haven't wanted to bother you. I hope that when you do move on to another specialty, you can manage to stay in touch even with all the other things going on!