Huh. No Tony? Maybe Tony got hungry earlier or something. Bella sits with Feral. "Hi!"
"Sherlock can't sleep with somebody else in the room," Bella says, "is what turned out to be wrong. He's catching up on sleep now and tomorrow the healer's going to give him a potion to try."
"Yeah, and he also gave him some - something that woke him up enough to have a conversation about what the problem was. Wizard coffee," says Bella, "I guess."
"Well, he didn't say what it was. I should've asked. Maybe I can describe it to the potions teacher and find out." She writes this down.
"Lots of people write some things down. Like grocery lists and class notes. I just write more things down, like what I want to look up later and what I'm thinking."
"Yeah. Because if I don't write it down, then it goes away, and then I don't know for sure what I thought, because I might remember it wrong. And then I wouldn't even know who I was pretty much because I'm what I think."
"Well, yeah, but I could be me and not know who me was," she says. "If I forgot enough stuff."
"I don't even want to not know little bits about myself, though. I think I'm interesting," says Bella.
Bella giggles. "I don't let other people read my notebooks, though," she says. "Sorry."
"Well, English speaking people don't have to talk about a lot of me, so there aren't great words for it," Bella says. "But I know things about what I'd do if different stuff happened."