Katherine was doing her best to try and forget all of their stupid fights. Most of the time, their arguments were just in jest, but that hadn’t cancelled out the few major disputes they had had that year: when she’d yelled at him about his drinking, everything with Liz and that Hufflepuff girl, and even smaller things more recently. Honestly, half the time she wanted to kill him- and she was sure the feeling was often mutual- so it was remarkable really that they managed to stay close. She couldn’t even begin to understand why they had this need to constantly argue and bicker and prove themselves right; that wasn’t why it worked with any of her other friends, but that was how it had always been with James. But as often as it irritated her, that was something she liked about him; he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought and often, that was refreshing.
Katherine nodded knowingly. “I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I mean, you are losing some fucking fantastic people. It must be heartbreaking for you.” She was only half kidding. At least she’d be able to actually see all of her yearmates; she was well aware of the fact that most of James’s friends were in her year, which meant that he wouldn’t be able to see much of them over the next year. And she couldn’t help but worry about him. She was almost certain that he was still grieving for his father- and really, how do you get over something like that? She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling- so his friends would be more important than ever. But at least people like Ophelia were there, and she was confident that she’d take care of him.
“I can’t see you as a reliable letter writer,” she mused, eying him skeptically. Journals would be easier in any event- instant communication and all. As an aspiring writer, she’d have to admit that she rather liked writing letters, but she doubted that that was a habit that James could keep.
She narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance at his teasing. “I do, thank you very much. Mum’s muggleborn and all. Don’t think we have one anymore though.” Her mother hadn’t really stayed connected with the muggle world, and after her father died, she hadn’t seen much of a point in keeping a phone. Therefore, there hadn’t been one in her house for years; Katherine wasn’t entirely sure if she even remembered how to use one though she couldn’t remember it being that hard. You just pushed a few buttons, right? Not terribly complicated stuff. It was maybe even a bit easier than some of the wizarding forms of communication- and obviously much faster than an owl. “Journals will probably be best.”