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[mc_mike]

Bugger it all. Why can't people say what is on their mind to your face? Why must they be stubborn and cryptic and a sodding WANKER? I'd much rather know what people think than to hear it second-hand like a preadolescent schoolgirl. If they just TOLD me instead of making me guess, then at least I'd know where I stand.

Sodding Terry's still ignoring me. He's gone mental, that's the only logical explanation for his behaviour. I hate it when he pulls this shite. I feel like there is something pulling me farther away from him - HIM! - someone whom I think of as a brother! Both him and Tony - they're my family here. And this is bleeding hell. I already have people staring and whispering when I walk into classrooms. And any class that I share with Finnigan provides me with a long hard lesson in self-restraint. Tony's acting distant, but I know he's trying to be there for both Terry and me. It's not fair to have him in the middle, I'll admit it, but sometimes I think he would rather be there than risk having either Terry or I angry with him.

I'm unsure whether or not we're invited back to the upcoming DA meeting. Perhaps I should contact Ginny and Dean about it. I imagine it would also be good if I apologised some for the disruption. I REFUSE, though, to apologise for anything I said. I meant every word of it then and nothing has changed now.

I'll have to do that later. Cho's looking for me, or so Marietta says. She's been rather giving the past few days and with as hacked off as I am with Terry and the whole DA mess, I am finding that her idea of comfort is my silver-lining.