Entry #004 | Video

[quaerit]

[ Here is Gansey, looking a little strange. He’s wearing a navy-blue sweater emblazoned with a raven – an Aglionby school sweater, over what appears to be ordinary clothes. His shoulders and hair are damp, like he’s been rained on, and he looks strangely pale. Despite that, he’s displaying a welcoming smile, and his hazel eyes are bright and vital with some emotion he’s holding back. ]

Apparently, I vanished yesterday.

I say apparently because it feels more like several weeks ago, but according to this – [ he holds up one of De Chima’s daily newspapers – a tabloid, headlined with speculation about the upcoming import elections ] – it’s only been a day.

A lot can happen in a day. Sometimes things that give you perspective.

Can I ask – the school year is almost over. Some of you will be graduating. I will. Which is odd, because I was here for eight months, and then I went home and it was Fall again, and Senior year was just beginning. I’m not completely sure what age I am now. I turned eighteen a couple of months ago.

[ Which, he actually never mentioned. It had seemed like there were more important things to be getting along with, and the thought of getting older in the wrong world had annoyed Gansey anyway. He’d kept quiet. Now, if he could do that over again, he thinks he’d celebrate it more – even though he’s only mentioning it now because it’s relevant to this. ]

Then I go home, and I’m seventeen again, so now I don’t even know what counts. Graduation will, though, I know that much.

So: to everyone else who’s graduating. Or even if you’re not, even if it’s just that you see change coming for you. What are your plans? Will you work, will you travel? What would you like to do, ideally? I think I’m ready for it to be summer again.

Private to: Billy Kaplan, Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Noah Czerny, Matthew Lynch

[ This part goes to everyone’s private inboxes. Gansey’s smile is less presidential here, but his eyes are even sharper. He seems energized, like he’s on the edge of something. His voice is trying not to sound like it. ]

Hey, everyone. I very much hope I didn’t worry you. I think I was mid-conversation with you, Billy. I’ll have to blame my rudeness on the Porter.

Listen, I’m on my way home. Could someone bring the car and pick me up? I’m getting pizza from that Italian place near the porter in De Chima. I’m absolutely famished.

I’d…like to know if anyone else vanished, too. Ronan, Adam?

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[hisheartsdesire]

I understand. Completely. In that case, I won't press the matter further.

[He sighs. Really, it's a shame Dorian has stepped on the wrong side of someone as delightful as Gansey. But then again, Dorian also has seriously crossed someone as sweet as Lucy Pevensie, and they can barely tolerate each other's presence.

Gosh, if this keeps up, no one will want to spend time with them. For all this wouldn't have bothered Toby back home, it's a big deal here. There's no telling when someone will come or go, or who those people will be in the first place. Toby's pretty done with being lonely, he knows that much.]

Anyway. Going back to things you've mentioned... Not certain what age you are anymore, after the back and forth between home and here? Does it feel any different?

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[quaerit]

[ Toby is a far different prospect than Dorian. He's not a perfect individual, and Gansey knows that. He hasn't forgotten what happened with Toby's vampiric progeny, or his jailtime.

He also thinks Toby wasn't entirely to blame for that, though, and in general he tries to take people as he finds them. He'd done that with Dorian, and how well it's worked is debatable. With Toby, it's working out pretty well. ]

It feels...

I don't know. In a way it's odd, but in another way, I just feel glad to be here at all. I'd been missing memories that I didn't even know were gone. I don't want that, I don't want to forget all that's happened here.