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Of what has been
Posted on 2008.03.20 at 00:12Current Location: bed, the East tower, Beauxbatons School, France
Current Mood:
thoughtful
I'm so glad Gwen came to hear me play... Performing from the hall stage is a fair bit different to sitting in front of the fire at home, but I did manage both of my pieces without fainting of fright, and she seemed to be pleased that she'd come. I'm still hunting for the right 'summer' piece, which I think is a marvelous idea. I believe I shall have to find a spring one, as well, as some days it seems that the sun will never shine properly again. Gwen seems to appreciate sunlight, even if you do have a bizarre fascination with the cold.
I wish you'd let on whether you might be as fond of her as I am, but I know you'd never say, even if you were. She makes you laugh, Trist. You used to laugh so much more, before Father died. Before Mamá left us. It was us, too, though she left because of me. She left you, too, and she might have stayed if not for me. I'm sorry for that, more than I can say. Everything good in my life is because of you, and I repay you so poorly for it. I do love you, though, and I hope you know it.
My thanks for whatever you said to Luc when you sent me off with Gwen after my recital. He insists that you were most genial and had a pleasant chat. I'll have you know I believe not a word of it, but he still seems inclined to spend time with me, so I forgive you any threats you may have made in his direction. I'm fond of him.
Can we go riding when the snow melts? I long to be in the air a while... it's dreadfully close here.
