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[Rowan Hunt]

"I shouldn't have lost it. It's not his fault he's sick."

[[lol okay. yeah i'm going to bed in a minute.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug and smile slightly. "Is this going to be one those conversations where every time I agree with you, you change your mind, and when I argue you argue back?" I ask.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yes, I'm annoying like that," I smile.

[Alexandra Foster]

I shake my head. "I have a friend like that. If you say the sky the blue he'll start listing all the shades of other colors he can see...." I shrug. "And hey... people yell a lot when they're scared. I'd be pissed if someone I cared about did that."

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh slightly, "Yeah, kind of irritating, I guess. It's not that he did it, I've been putting up with him doing it for years. It's that he refuses to admit there's anything wrong with him, it's that he promises he's fine everytime and then..." I shrug. "But he's my brother, got to forgive him in the end."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Yeah...." I shrug, then try to think of a change of topic because the word 'brother' has made my heart go all funny again.

[Rowan Hunt]

"So...anyway...now we've discussed a load of heavy shit that people don't generally discuss on first meetings..."

[Alexandra Foster]

I laugh. "Yeah... established that we should hate each other... or at least that I should hate you...." I shake my head. "So... um... name five things like you like. I dunno... books, activities... and if you name people then you have to say more than five because you have to categorize them." I shrug.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Okay, I can't think of five things I like so it'll have to people. But how do you mean categorize them?"

[Alexandra Foster]

"Meh..." I make a face. "What I meant is that I was afraid you'd say that so I'm going to force you to say something like family or friends or whatnot... I don't know, I think my coffee's worn off. Just name five people then."

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh slightly, "Alright, Chris...Ian Hunt, whatever he goes by now, Poppy Hunt, Logan Andrews, Yumi Baker and Shelby Crescent. Five people I like. Your turn."

[Alexandra Foster]

"Hmm..." I say. "Well, my family in general..." I stick my tongue out at him briefly. "Which is... er... five living people and three dead, so they may or may not count.... Plus... Laken Maywood, Chance what's-his-face, Peter Pettigrew, and... you." I grin. Then, "Wait a minute, Logan Andrews?" I stare at him, feeling slightly afraid of him.
Maybe I heard wrong....

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh slightly as she sticks her tongue out at me, then say, "Yeah, the dead count. Oh, and me, sorry I feel guilty for leaving you out now, I just wasn't sure if you hated me or not. You've been added to the list." I smile.
"Yeah, Logan Andrews," I nod, "We were friends when we were kids."

[Alexandra Foster]

I nod, looking down at the stairs and fidgeting with my books again. "I... maybe I heard wrong... but what I heard was... some pretty fucked-up stuff," I say carefully. Then I shake my head. "It's good to know the dead count... and you don't have to add me. If I hated you I don't think I'd be sitting here casually chatting."

((Lol... maybe it's the lack of caffeine... but you're surrounded by gryffindor girls! I find that strangely funny.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, I know he has. And I don't condone it. It's just...when you know someone for that long, it's easier to overlook it, I guess." I shrug, knowing I couldn't really explain it, "Well, I didn't work that out. Common sense eludes me." I laugh slightly, "But you've been added anyway."

[[lol, yeah. probably the caffeiene though. be back in a few.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

"All right," I laugh, nodding. "Which means that your list has six people now... even if one of them is a psycho..." I mutter. "So I should add the rest of my friends..." I shrug. "Or not, considering I've got my whole family on there. And I've never met two of them...."
Definitely need more coffee, sweetie... you're rambling.
I shrug.

((Yeah.... What she said. Have fun.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"A dead psycho," I point out, then smile slightly as she just trails off, "You like leaving sentences unfinished, huh?"

[[lol. no i didn't. i got stabbed by evil possessed nurses, and andy's in deep shit cos he wasn't there for the home visit. haha. sorry.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

"Uh... no.... I just talk too much, then realize it... or not. I'm not sure. Have I been leaving sentences unfinished?" I press a hand to my forehead. "And he's dead now? Hadn't heard that."
Normally I would say sorry. And to anyone else I'd say good riddance. So instead I just say nothing.

((Well... that's weird. Why were they stabbing you and why was Andy not there?))
((I'm talking to Darren... right?))

[Rowan Hunt]

"You don't talk too much. If you did, I probably would have told you. I have no concept of being polite." I shrug with a slight smile, "Yeah, he's dead. You can say whatever you like you know. Most people say they're glad, really." I chuckle slightly, "We didn't get on so well in the end, I guess. And I'm all for free speech anyway."

[[yep this is darren. we get home visits and he has a blood thinning injection and occasionally i have painkillers or morphine or something. but we don't know where he is. went out with his girlfriend yesterday and isn't back yet. lol.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug. "Well, I didn't really encounter him myself, so I s'pose I shouldn't just condemn him on hearsay." I pause. "I... ramble then, if I don't talk too much. I really miss my family."
That was kind of random.

((Hmm... it still isn't nice for the nurses to be possessed. You'd think there'd be regulations against that or something.)) ((And also my sister just asked, utterly out of the blue, how old you are.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Fair enough," I nod, "Nothing wrong with rambling anyhow. Yeah, I guess it's normal to miss them." I add the last bit in a kind of softer tone, not sure how I was supposed to react.
I'd never been good at consoling people.

[[yeah you'd think so. oh I'm 19.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I laugh. "Didn't mean to say that... but do you mind if I talk about them? Can't talk to them, and I'm really not supposed to go around discussing it...." I shrug.

((Wha-haa! Me too. And I just did the uber-cold-water-in-the-face trick, so now I'm slightly more awake.))

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh slightly, "Didn't think so. But yeah, of course you can talk about them."

[[we're so cool. lol. apart from the fact that two 19 year olds have nothing better to do with their weekends besides sit in front of a computer...yeah...lol, what time is it over there then?]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I smile. "Okay. Well... like I said they're all in hiding now, so I can't talk to them. I'd love to see how they're doing though... my bachelor slob older brother, crazy pregnant-lady prankster older sister, her horribly confused muggle husband who I haven't even met, really... and my two-year-old sister. All stuck in a house somewhere." I grin, then stop smiling. "And my mom... mom's boyfriend... and my dad... off in the sky somewhere... or however that muggle superstition goes."
I stop, feeling strangely relieved, like just mentioning that they exist was enough to reassure me they're all right.

((Is it cooler for two 19-year-olds to have nothing better to do than go out getting wasted like they're expected to? It's 10:44 a.m. Er... almost five p.m. there, right?))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Well, no news is good news, right? They're all doing okay wherever they are, I'm sure. And as soon as this whole...messed up affair is over, things'll be alright again." I smile, "I've never really understood that superstition, I mean are people supposed to be cloud vapour or something? Cos that doesn't sound all that great to me."

[[ah fair point. i don't drink anymore so computer is good. yep, that's right. wow, it's early over there.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

"Yeah... I don't get it either. I mean, I like the idea of being able to talk to them up in the sky... but you never get an answer so..." I shrug. "Yeah... they'll be fine. Lose their minds of course, especially poor Jim, but that's all right." I grin. "Ariel never bothered to tell him she was a witch. Then when she finally does it's, 'honey, I do magic and we have to go and hide.' Poor guy."

((Yay! *throws party for Darren because he doesn't drink* No, it's not early over here... it's late over there. Duh.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, that kind of sucks," I sigh slightly, "The not getting an answer thing. Minds can always be found again," I smile, then laugh, "Wow, definitely poor guy."

[[lol, thank you, thank you. learnt the hardway though which is not so good but oh well. oh sorry, humblest apologies...no sarcasm intended.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I laugh. "Can they? Really? There are a couple people I'll have to tell that to... except that then they'll probably rope me into looking for their minds...." I shrug. "So... anything else about you that you want to mention?"

(( I got lucky... learned by watching other people's mistakes.... Anyway. Lol... since you're so polite we can compromise... it's actually early over here and late over there... and a normal time someplace in between. Greenland or something.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Hmm...yeah, I might have to go looking for mine sometime. You can help me if you like," I grin, "Nope, nothing I can think of. Anything about you you'd like to mention?"

[[yeah. uber lucky. haha, that works.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I shake my head. "Not at the moment. Except that my mind is firmly planted in my head, thanks. It's my common sense that gives me trouble." I laugh. "And yeah, sure I'll help. We can make a big group of it... two people without minds per person who has one...."

((Hm. What happened if you don't mind my asking? To make you quit drinking?))