Who: Hestia & Gilbert What: Another discussion When: Monday evening (backdated) Where: Hestia's place Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
Gilbert had been looking over the memory from his dinner with Hestia since she sent it to him. He'd been taking notes and doing everything she had told him to do. It was helping. He would have moments of clarity, only to fall back into his moments of foggy forgetfulness. When he was clear enough to realize that things were not the way his mind wanted him to believe they were, he started to get frustrated with himself. Wasn't he smart enough? Wasn't he good enough to clear this up? He had gotten top marks on every OWL and NEWT he took. He was far from an idiot, he knew that. So why could he not he remember like he ought to?
Hestia sent him an owl, giving him her address. He wrote it down in case he might also forget that. "Never know what you will forget, old man," he said bitterly before replacing the papers and penseive somewhere safe. He took a moment to swat at the negative thoughts and feelings, focusing on the address. He apparated to the porch, glancing around quickly. While he was in this phase of broken knowledge, he was a bit more paranoid that usual. He knocked on the door, adjusting his jacket.