What Dreams May Come

As this is the final weekly post for this blog and I won’t likely have another formal opportunity, I’d like to take a moment and extend my sincere gratitude to you, the reader. Thank you for enduring my endless prattle, overextended lexicon, and sharp tongue throughout this semester.

You have all demonstrated a patience beyond explanation- and I hope you all understand how deeply I’ve enjoyed your company. Although I cannot claim to know what dreams may come for each of you: I do know that you all possess a warmth that has melted even the darkest corners of my Slytherin heart. Kudos.

But I digress. Identity.

maskThere’s something sinister about white words on a white wall.