I have not had word of Draco in a very long time; I do not entirely know how I feel about hearing his punishment. But that is for a time when I feel like contacting him.
Still, I cannot help but ask if he is - as well as might be expected, I suppose.
I am surprised to hear you call this solitude; perhaps it is, not being able to tell people I am close to the entire truth about myself, but it is scarcely a hardship. And you always seemed to take such pleasure in solitude yourself - perhaps not, but you seemed to. But it is easier, considering the things I do not have and never will have, to pretend to be someone I am not, someone I never could be, I suppose. One of the things I hve no left, though, is my wand. I think I would prefer to remove a limb.
That is one thing I miss, not knowing immediately what is happening with our world, but it is not the absence that brings nostalgia; it is, instead, the sense that not knowing means that I might be caught unawares. Is the Daily Prophet more - shall we say - reliable than it used to be? Or is word of mouth still the most effective means of hearing all news?