Judgement of the Gods

[After returning, Ein entered his room and has not left. The ink looks like it has bled into the teardrops on the page.]

To the friends of Miss Anya Alstreim:

I can't express how much I

Words fail to

I

I'm so sorry. If I were stronger, this wouldn't have [The writing trails off here into a massive inkblot.]

[[ooc: Yeah, you know how Anya died? That happened right in front of him. He's beating himself up pretty hard about it.]

It's good to be back. As much as I like it back home, no place is quite like Hogwarts.

Oh, by the way: Anya, Alfred, and Natsuo, please let me know when would be a good time to set up that quidditch practice that I talked to you about.

If there's any interested Hufflepuff players, I still have an opening if you'd like to join.


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*Ein is walking down the hallway, heading to Cierra's. He looks caught in thought, like something is bothering him.*