Private to Self
Sometimes I'm not even sure why I even bother. When we first started this whole partnership so we wouldn't kill each other in the long run, we agreed to at least be civil to one another. Sure, that part was obviously easy, but the remaining bits aren't. I hadn't expected to actually care about how his mother is strangely like my mum or that she's sick at the moment, but isn't it nice to at least wish them a speedy recovery when they were sick. And I don't even know why this is getting to me, why he's getting to me. I don't care?

Oh, bollocks, who am I really kidding? I do care and yes, he does make me laugh occasionally, and yes, I am upset that we haven't talked the past few days except the general humdrum that typically comes with classes and working together on rounds.

That's not the point though!

This is all backwards - I'm supposed to be mad at him and not the other way around. It's not supposed to flip and be all topsy-turvy without notice and without my expressed permission. This just wasn't supposed to happen period. Period.

Where are one's friends when one desperately needs a distraction? Homework has been finished for hours and I'm listlessly sitting here in the common room watching several second years play a game of exploding snaps. Though they're making a bit of noise, I can't bring myself to interrupt their fun because, ironically, I'm enjoying watching it.