Sjuttonde Oktober –
I'm in the dorm now, in bed. About 15 minutes ago Arthur passed by my corner on the way to his desk and he dropped me a note. It scared me. He kind of smiled at me as he set it down. I'm going to stick the note here.
Hello, Berwald.
Don't worry about my brother, or at least try not to – he says he's sorry and he didn't mean at all what he said. He was just in a bad mood. That and he's really horrible as a person – how do you think I feel? I have to put up with the git all the bloody time! I wish you would talk to us. I think the whole dorm feels the same, we think you're nice and we want to help you and be friends.
I'm still staring at it. I haven't replied. I don't know what to say, this is bad. I don't think I want to write anything else today.
Artonde Oktober –
How strange it is to feel liked, I'm not accustomed to it. But I noticed in the note, that Arthur didn't actually say that anybody liked me, maybe he was just being kind. I don't want to write anything today either. I don't know how to feel. It's not good how a note from someone I hardly know of so little meaning has affected me so much.
