If we can go somewhere to listen to the wireless after supper - somewhere where everyone else can't just sit and stare at me, or at you - that would be best.
Sometimes I don't like these journals. They don't really keep a person especially informed. Whenever things like this happened when I was a kid, I never paid it any mind. I suppose because Mother wouldn't let them play the wireless around me, and also because I was utterly confident in my belief that Father was invincible.
I know a place that has a wireless. It's enough out of the way so that there most likely won't be other people there, we could certainly check and see.
I know what you mean. It's one thing to read a story after it's happened, but reading it while it's going on is something else entirely. It's far more frightening, for one, and the people who are telling it don't know what's happening either.
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Is there another bomb?
I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my own skin.
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At least I know he's alive - for now. I suppose that's something.
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And we've got each other to keep company with while we wait to hear for more. Which is far easier than waiting alone.
I'll stay up all night with you if that's what it comes to, Draco.
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Sometimes I don't like these journals. They don't really keep a person especially informed. Whenever things like this happened when I was a kid, I never paid it any mind. I suppose because Mother wouldn't let them play the wireless around me, and also because I was utterly confident in my belief that Father was invincible.
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I know what you mean. It's one thing to read a story after it's happened, but reading it while it's going on is something else entirely. It's far more frightening, for one, and the people who are telling it don't know what's happening either.