Sid Oliver

Don’t trust you to not get yourself killed. Will you leave too Sid? We can just abandon our dorms, we’ll be famous, the 1980 Hufflepuffs, abandoners of hope. No, that doesn’t make sense. Something else.

The abandoners of Professor Gibbs.

I don’t even know what in the bloody fuck we’re talking about.

Would you enjoy that? Seems like it’d be awfully lonely. I wouldn’t do that to you.

My god, would it be. At that point I’d probably just go home to my da, so I could stop worrying about him. Or… I’m not sure. I don’t know if I trust Sid to be by— Hm.

Don’t trust me to what?

No? What? Sid I’m sorry- I’m very confused. Late for what?

Shhh no time to talk! Let’s go!

Sirens maybe, I’m sure they could care less though. No really, no dying is preferable. I think so? Mainly it’s just girls though, because- you know.

No no no- drugs are one hundred percent optional, all the time. The one good thing about getting mentally fucked is good pills. Gotta find the light in the dark, amiright?

It’s not very convenient though. When and where does one burn letters? I tossed it in a river though, so I sort of did the opposite.

I'm sure a river was confidential enough, unless of course there were mermaids in there. Are there mermaids in rivers ever? I don't remember- anyways, I don't plan on dying unless of course you do-  in which case you would be seriously cramping my plans- cramping, is that a thing people say?

What ew?

This food is bloody terrible.

Have you never seen a tampon before?

Mine was a strictly male household. Except for my mom... but she was a private woman.

It can’t be that bad.

Here's a lovely diagram of the food residue found in troll shit, in case you were wondering.

Very true. Yes, though I’m not sure what use it’ll be. What’s the plan here anyways? Also I didn’t burn that letter.

The burning part seemed more like a formality for this sort a thing, you know? 

Sid! Christ! I thought it was Nora!

I'm not pretty enough to be Nora.

I didn’t know any of that had happened.

Wow... they really did keep it under wraps. Maybe they're afraid everyone would call them out on poor security.

I ain’t sure, I’ve never actually bought it. I would say I could ask Wren for you, but in the time it’d take for me to write to her, you could’ve jus’ gone in an’ find out.

I'm poor anyways. Probably more than a cup of coffee.

Fucked if I knew. Pie’s a better idea. ‘S delicious.

Well. Not much. Anything but home I guess.

Right. Er, well, I’m going to go try my luck.

Go for it. 

I'm sorry- I shouldn't have-