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[tristfully]

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

Anyway. Who's excited about the ski trip?

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[tristfully]

I understand. I can’t imagine not going though.

Besides, it’s nice to study by the fire.

[illtemperedhart]

[...]

It always feels a little excessive.

Some people have the willpower to study while there, but a lot don't.

[tristfully]

Excessive?

If the administration isn’t worried about it, I don’t think you need to be worried either.

[illtemperedhart]

Maybe I'm just not a vacation kind of person.

I don't think the administration is always totally sensible.

[tristfully]

Do you have trouble relaxing?

Lukashenko was framed.

[illtemperedhart]

[....] No.

What?

[tristfully]

[I don’t believe you.]

He was. By the thing in the mirror.

[illtemperedhart]

You not believing me doesn't change things.

[...]

What thing in the mirror?

[tristfully]

[...] If it makes you feel better, I crossed that out.

The thing that lives in the mirror in the abandoned girl's bathroom and steals our stuff.

[illtemperedhart]

Well, that explains that. What the hell.

[...] What has it been stealing? Did you tell the teachers about this?

[tristfully]

Decorations. Pudding, I presume.

No, they're not very sensible.

[illtemperedhart]

Weird. Concerning.

Fair. But it might be worth bringing up, in case they decide to be sensible. [...] I was going to ask about Lukashenko, anyway.

[tristfully]

Are you fighting for his reinstatement?

[...] Freya saw it, if you'd like to ask her.

[illtemperedhart]

[...] No, I just wanted to see how he was doing. And ask about what really happened, given that stolen pudding isn't really grounds for dismissal.

Thanks, I'll ask her.

[tristfully]

I hadn’t considered it before but maybe he’s the thing in the mirror. Surely that’s grounds for dismissal.

[Harrison]

How’re you doing?

You seemed very frustrated the other day.

[illtemperedhart]

Could be. It seems [...] out of character, but I guess you never really know most people that well.

[...]

[Viola]

Fine.

What day? I'm always frustrated.

[tristfully]

Ah, the devastating impossibility of being known. I'm glad I'm not alone with that notion.

[Harrison]

I guess it doesn't matter, if that's your base state anyway.

[illtemperedhart]

Most people just aren't very upfront about who they are.

[Viola]

[...] You don't need to worry about me, if that's why you were asking.

[tristfully]

Perhaps they just don't know.

[Harrison]

I'm only being polite.

[illtemperedhart]

Also possible.

[Viola]

Thanks?

[bratsquatch]

[you have incredible willpower]

[illtemperedhart]

Well, I don't want to fail.

[bratsquatch]

[bratsquatch]

if you end up coming to the ski trip i'll make sure nobody bothers you. [......] [including me.]

[illtemperedhart]

[.........]

Don't worry about me.