3 RW, interview with Parvati Patil, AV 11
Thing is, I never believed what I saw, after a while. It all got mixed up, even crazy. It was Parkinson this and Parkinson that, for the longest time. To this day I have no idea what the Parkinson thing was about. I don't suppose you can enlighten me, can you? Then it was dueling! Yeah, dueling! Curse, hex, charm, hex, curse. Down at the club. I mean, what was that about?
Music too. Hours and hours, strumming on a lute, so quietly you could hardly hear. You'd forget someone was there, the sound just blended into the air, almost. It's ambient, yeah. That's right... but quieter than that stuff, like wind on grass or something.
It was always either a big hairy rush, or all the time in the world, never anything in between. Had to do it
either NOW or "whenever." Hard work living like that. Thinking like that. Got so I visited a bit less. Not
that we weren't close friends. But something was wrong. You couldn't miss it.
One time, I don't know, 3 or 4 years ago, there was a story in the papers that the lot of us were making,
yunno, nefarious plans against the entire wizard world, going to take it over, make ourselves masters. Thing
is, there wasn't an "us" by that time. I remember thinking the story should have made me angry, but all I
could feel was sad. Not sad that we weren't making ourselves masters, but that "we" weren't, not any more. Of
those who survived, so few of us kept contact. Not that we didn't think about one another, though. Just that
we didn't, and still don't, know how to talk to each other. Don't know why or how that happened, but it did.
Seems to be getting a bit better now.
Anyway, when that newspaper story came out, that was when the great yearning started, as we joke about it now. To be honest, we all knew about the great yearning, but at the same time had no clue.
"Plebs" as the fat lady used to say.
Yeah, I get owls two, three times a week. Very simple - date, time, method, place. Method of travel! Sheesh. Anyway, you get one of those owls, you go. How can you not? Especially one from her.
Stuff I won't talk about? Funny question. Impossible to answer, really. But yeah, you're right. I can pretty
much talk about anything now. That's relatively new.
Happy enough. My guess is, neither of us would trade what we have for anything. We don't care how it looks to
anyone else. That's the truth.