Today Ron discovered how to ride a thestral, and I think from now on I might still ride with him. I like the closeness we share. It's so comforting and sweet and wonderful feeling. I'm wondering what my father will say to Ron, or if he will even understand or notice. My father has the propensity to completely ignore the finer subjects in life, and I suppose that is his defense mechanism. Ron asked me about my mother, and I told him a lot more than I've told anyone, and at the same time, it reminded me how little I truly know of her. I've become mildly obsessed with her in the last few months, having random dreams with little places and bits from memories.
Hmmm . . .