After my father died, I had nightmares for a few weeks that it was me or Mum or Bill he'd saved instead of Selwyn, or that he pushed Selwyn out of the way just fine but the blast was stronger and it killed both of them, or ... well, yeah, you know how it goes. The brain likes to taunt us with what-if a lot, I think. Especially after something huge like what we all just went through. It's as though what really happened wasn't bad enough, our brains have to come up with ways it could have been even worse.
It goes away, though. Or it did for me, and it has for everybody else who's ever mentioned that kind of nightmares to me. That's probably not a comfort now, but it does go away, and you can remember Neville the way he was instead of the way your worst-case-scenario mind likes to throw at you.
Alec's stuff is amazing, yeah. We all keep telling him he needs to sell them or something, instead of just giving them away to whoever admires them or stacking them in his quarters. I kept telling him he should get a stall in the market and get someone to sell them for him and he'd make galleons hand over fist. But he keeps saying he's too lazy to handle all the business end of things!
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After my father died, I had nightmares for a few weeks that it was me or Mum or Bill he'd saved instead of Selwyn, or that he pushed Selwyn out of the way just fine but the blast was stronger and it killed both of them, or ... well, yeah, you know how it goes. The brain likes to taunt us with what-if a lot, I think. Especially after something huge like what we all just went through. It's as though what really happened wasn't bad enough, our brains have to come up with ways it could have been even worse.
It goes away, though. Or it did for me, and it has for everybody else who's ever mentioned that kind of nightmares to me. That's probably not a comfort now, but it does go away, and you can remember Neville the way he was instead of the way your worst-case-scenario mind likes to throw at you.
Alec's stuff is amazing, yeah. We all keep telling him he needs to sell them or something, instead of just giving them away to whoever admires them or stacking them in his quarters. I kept telling him he should get a stall in the market and get someone to sell them for him and he'd make galleons hand over fist. But he keeps saying he's too lazy to handle all the business end of things!