#feelings of liminality

I…I don’t know what came over me with that last outburst.

Flying carpets, really? I’m getting all passionate and heated up over carpets?

I don’t even ride freakin’ carpets! Or brooms, or lidi brooms, or Portkeys, or Floo (because of course fireplaces are universal) or whatever else.

Just give me a car. Or a normal train. Or whatever. Really.

I think my dad’s rubbing off on me. He’s the one always ranting about the British Ministry of Magic and how their regulations don’t make sense. I’m not in that world anymore. It doesn’t matter to me. None of it matters to me.

I don’t matter to them anyway.