Katariina Elizabeth Hummel.
Katri. Formerly known as Kurt Hummel and take that how you like. Eighteen, about to graduate, and in love.
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Katri. Formerly known as Kurt Hummel and take that how you like. Eighteen, about to graduate, and in love.
I don’t see why it should be a bad thing. Lately, all people our age have been capable of is hating and hurting. I don’t want to be like that, I refuse to be. I’d rather be too romantic for my young age.
You’re eighteen, about to go into your senior year, I’m almost nineteen and I’m about to graduate, we’re adults. A lot of it is just things the ‘grown ups’ say but we’re our own people now. You’re right, better to be too happy than not miserable enough.
I honestly can’t picture my life without you anymore.
You don’t think that’s bad, do you? Being hopelessly romantic and in love at our age?
And I’ll promise him I won’t allow you to become a stranger to him. I’m thinking weekly visits. I’m just excited you’ll be living here again.
Nah, that’s cool, I wouldn’t hate you for that.
You sort of took me in and embraced my crazy at a really hard time, I don’t think he’d believe you’d let me be a stranger to him. Dad and I have worked things out and now I want to think about the continuation of my life, a life that involves you. I’m just glad you want me there.
You can sleep in my sister’s room if you want. I don’t mind sharing my bed either.
Is your father okay with it though?
He might be, as long as we keep the potential bed sharing out of the equation when I go to mention it to him. He likes you though, if there was any doubt that dad liked you it went away Christmas Day.
Not to mention, it’s practice so that you don’t hate me next year when all I do is work and sap away your free time.
One hug coming your way.
Can I move back into your place? I keep missing you.
I can go back to sleeping in your sister’s room and I’ll cook. I can also try very hard to limit how often I tell you that your sweaters need an overhaul.
A little glad they’re over now though, too much planning. The shopping was amazing though. So was the cooking, and the tons of time for family and friends.
That would be rather problematic I assume. It doesn’t sound too pleasant. Little Belle? That reminds me of a muggle movie. I’m good, a little bored but I have something that cheers me up. How are you? I don’t have a cutesy name for you.
I am fine. I wrote my father and expressed my wish for the school year to be over. Hogwarts is lovely and it is interesting but it very much not my home. A… muggle movie? How are you known to those things? The nonmagical world is a place I have never been. It is not allowed.
Classes seem endlessly dull this week, except for potions.
I would say the classes are dull, but it’s hard to keep up when everyone is using the English names and you have to go ‘Oh, wait, he means monkshood.’ How are you, little belle?
You… speak French. Right. Well. I see him as a magnifique spécimen. And not an angel? Why ever not?
*ahem*
Ah, yes. The sun. I do love the sun. And I can respect your views. Though what better way to see the beauty of life than as it is? We are taught to appreciate all, along with a healthy dose of rigor and respect.
But I can… see it from your view, Kurt.
I do not. I was only able to assume what you meant by ‘visage d’ange’ and that twinkle in your eye when you spoke to him earlier. Like I said, he is lovely, but he is also too much of a friend for me to see him in that way.
Durmstrang has a reputation because we embrace all kinds of magic, you can not appreciate the beauty of the dark arts without understanding the brutality and the danger behind them. It is the reason I have never understood how one can be taught to defend against them without first understanding them.
Then, we are also disliked since muggle born children are not allowed, but it is the same in Russia and my father works to fix it.
