Nothing quite like waking up from torture to Merlin standing in front of you trying to explain away some hinky facts about being transported to Avalon and second chances. For the record, I don't think it comes across quite like you intend, Merlin my friend. Am I supposed to be grateful? Accepting? Compliant? I mean... don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled your magic menagerie has managed to make the pain stop. I kind of owe you all for that one, but come on, really? When you pull someone out of a curse like that, you do realize the first thing that comes to mind when seeing Merlin is "Holy cow I'm dead as a door nail because there is no way in hell this is real?"

I mean I guess that's cool though unless I really did sell my soul and then this isn't as much fun anymore. Who do I even ask about something like that?. Beggars can't be choosers and all that. And since this is kind of the first time I've stretched my legs in... some amount of time (you lose track in a cursed state), could someone please tell me if I'll find the Quidditch pitch in the same place as back home? I'm guessing there's no motorcycles here, so flying will have to do for now.

Oh by the way, this is Katie Bell. I'm still deciding if this is all one big illusion my mind has concocted to deal with everything that has happened recently and I've really just lost it, or if it's all really real. Either way, cheers. I hope you're all friendly. I come in peace. Most of the time.