Just a plain old English "Thank fuck we're here"
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But I am exhausted. And not able to sleep. Stupid concussion. Stupid arm that's in a sling. Stupid potions for not working properly. Why Pomfrey even bothers to try after all these years, I'll never know. Why doesn't she have more Muggle medication? Those aren't magic. Except for me.
He's gone. I played not as big a role as some, but more than most people ever well. I never joined the DA in fifth year but I did my part, and then some. So why do I feel so awful?
And apparently my father is an Unspeakable. Well, he's an ambassador too, but he's really an Unspeakable. Huh.
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Yes, I was there. Yes, I helped. A little, but it was enough. Yes, I am normally friendly. But not right now. So yes, unless you also were there, no, I don't want to talk about it.