Apollo,
I love you, dear, but if you complain to me about exams I may have to hit you. I get it now, because whatever work you have to do as a student, I guarantee you each of your professors is doing fifty times that. Of course, the students have a lot more riding on them, but there's also rumors going around that salaries for next year can be affected by the grading. It's the way the Americans do it - even though that makes no sense. Maddie Professor McK oh whatever, Maddie says it's a rumor that supposedly goes around every year, so I'm not as worried about it now. I don't even want to think of next year.
Here's an awful confession, love. Part of me hopes Ace and Christian tell me they don't need my help. That they have other help or nothing seems to be happening anyway, just something. Teaching's not for me. It's better than nothing, but I don't have that magic gene or whatever it is. I don't know what I can do, except brew. And I don't know what exactly I can do with that, either.
Also, is it just me, or has Ace and Christian been weirdly... normal? And by normal I mean, obviously, very strange. I wish we could talk about it now. I don't know why but I find myself worrying about them. I worry about Christian like he's a little brother that needs protecting and Ace, while she doesn't need protection, has become someone I find myself wanting to defend - even when she's rolling her eyes at me.
I dunno. I feel less decisive and considerably less intelligent when I write. When I talk with you, directly to you that is, I feel much more certain.
I'll certainly enjoy that soon.
Merlin that was horrid. On par with your jokes.
I love you,
Lily.
by 
