alt_padma: ('splody)
Pav said your house-elf wouldn't admit her to see you.

Look.

It wasn't really me, last night. It was a spell or a potion or something. Someone else must have targetted me because of the competition.

So I didn't mean anything I said. Or to embarrass either of us. Or Draco.


If you didn't talk to Pav, you won't know that the spell made me so heartsick that I tried -- to kill myself when he kept rejecting me. Draco brought me to St Mungo's and then I had to talk to MLE and it's just been a horrible day all round.

They're finally satisfied that they've got whatever it was out of my system, so I'll be going home in a few minutes.

If you...if you wanted to come over, we could talk.
alt_padma: (Ravenclaw)
I'm at St M's. Draco brought me but then he left.

I don't blame him. I made such a fool of myself.

Lakshmi, I'm so tired. I couldn't even sleep last night, I was writing poetry and thinking about ways to win him for myself, or kill Daphne. (Omigosh, Daphne! She probably hates me, I was so horrid!)

They said it had to have been a love potion or a love compulsion but they can't ever be sure unless someone else comes in with the same exact problem. It wasn't one of the commercially available potions, the Healers said. MLE were here just to take a statement but the Junior Auror said not to expect much in the way of investigation. There just isn't anything to investigate.

Haruman's been talking to them and the Healers and to Mum. They want to keep me for a while in case I relapse. But Pav brought me my journal, at least. So maybe I can think of something to say to him. Thank you for saving my life, for a start.


It was horrible.

Oh, Rama! BLAISE!!!
alt_padma: (Happy)
We just got back from ice skating this afternoon and I saw that Longbum had written to you.

Are you all right, then? I mean, it's been a week so...does that mean everything's okay now?

Will you be at the gala tonight? Mum said Pav and I could go. We're about to start getting ready. Then there's Diggory's Quidditch get-together next week and whenever Daphs decides we should all meet up about the revue. But what about New Year's Eve? There's a big party along the Thames and we were going to go out for a while, and find a good spot for the Lord Protector's speech (that's assuming He gives one this time! Which if you're all right, that means that Ireland's taken care of, right, so there shouldn't be any problems this time round).

Maybe we could get together, some other time? I've just been worried about you and it'd be great to make sure you're okay.

Love,

Padma

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