And then, as if the skies themselves had parted with its power, came the vast thunderbolt of family drama. Learned a fair few things this morning when I tried to slip down for breakfast, including why my uncle doesn't use my name, why he and my other uncle have been tiptoeing round each other since the second got here, and how far removed from their lives my da really was. Seems my grandparents were even bigger arses than he ever let on for not speaking ill of the dead, and...
I don't know. I have got to get out of here before I explode I think, or light something new on fire.
...Maybe Da was right about us needing something like a real life Hogwarts here, or at the least someone or something that can shield me when it gets to be too much.
Is that like giving up, to say I can't handle my magic? Time was it would be begging to be made Tranquil, advertising the fact and I don't know I want that, but I do want a life, you ken?
Either way, the Vael Family Theatre's not helping, really. Someone have some ideas I could use to center myself while the tension runs too thick?