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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

Funny enough, Michael knew what Anthony was getting at. You spend twelve years being best friends with someone and you start to pick up on these things, especially Anthony who had a weird way with not saying everything he meant to say. "No. I mean, how can I? I'm not going to lie and say everything doesn't feel hopeless because it does, but I can't just bloody give up..." Michael looked over at his book shelf for a moment, thinking of some of the books that resided there and the stories that recounted tales of just such situations of loss and devastation--none of them were very optimistic.

"Even if it feels like the world is crashing down around my head. The potions were useless, Muggles are affected by the nightmares too, this meeting today is a huge mess, Greyback's escaped from bloody Azkaban, Seamus says he doesn't know where Dean or his mum are at and generally I wouldn't think the worst but now..." Michael shook his head and scrubbed his hand over his face and then through his hair, tugging at it a bit. "Lavender's six year old nephew has a memory. I mean, this is bullshite, Ant. This is fucking bullshite. I'm bloody tired is what I am." He sighed. "And sorry. I didn't mean to unload on you right after you walk in the door. I know we're all tired of talking about this shite too."