Oh my God. Ohmygod, omigod, omigod, I told him.

Okay, taking a deep breath now. Because I'm not freaking out, because everything is good.

Being honest is hard work.

Private to close friends: I finally told Stewart. And he didn't kick me out. He didn't believe me until I turned the desk in his study into a porcupine, but after that he was okay. He was staring into space for a while and he said I should leave him be for a few days while he lets it sink in. Do we think this sounds good or bad?

Private to Hermione: I told my hypothetical muggle boyfriend about the wizarding world. Are they going to arrest me or not, have we figured it out yet?