The Dungeons

Transliteratus

*a clearing of the throat*

(Right. I just re-read-.)

... Fuck, the time.

Transliteratus

I've been thinking about what Bill told us last night, and I've had a thought.

x + y + [W!(-z + |a|)] [(√f + f) ± |d|] = mes²

I much prefer x + y = 2; where x = y

To get used to three weeks of that – even factoring in the subtraction of x³ temporarily since over a given length of time it changes to an addition of x³, neatly cancelling each other out – and then go to the other suddenly. I wish that I could answer it, but such a problem has no real answer.

( Relationships are complicated. )

Dear Luna,

I haven't had five minutes alone with you all day so I wanted to say I love you, and to tell you how it went. I'm asleep on my feet or I'd come talk to you. I wish I could come talk to you. I miss you.

But yeah, they took the news well, worried about Ginny of course, but Mum's eager to have you for dinner and Ron only threatened me twice if I hurt you. After asking me if I'm too old for you. And Elle offered to give you advice on how to "navigate Weasley men". Should probably take her up on that.

Talk went a little sideways after that. *a blot where the quill rested on the paper too long* I was an ass. It wasn't pretty. But it was nothing about you. Harry's none too pleased with me, though. You should know that if you speak with him. And he thinks you and Ginny should talk, and I told him I'd speak to you about it.

Right, I'm going to go fall into bed right now, before I crack my skull open on the floor or something, yeah. I must sound drunk. I feel a little, or maybe the hangover. Oh, the poem. It's exactly right.

I miss you,
Bill

*Folded into the paper airplane is a page torn from a book. On the side that's face up when the note is opened is the poem Lovers' Infiniteness, with the title circled. The reverse of the page happens to contain The Triple Fool*