April 18, 2010
At school, in class about American history taught by old linguistics professor. I have been cutting class for weeks, all of March, because it’s mostly useless lecture stuff, but I feel weird to be going back, only to find the class I am returning to is a day of working out wizard duels, because apparently Benjamin Franklin and Harry Potter fought in history. Meredith is there, and she tells me it’s important at these things to choose who you root for beforehand, and I can think of no one in Harry Potter I care about until I realize I like Luna, so I choose Luna. Meredith is also rooting for Luna. We are watching the duels outside that first hospital in America out on Pine Street, and feeling lame. Britt is there, cheering.
I leave early, climb the smoky stairs, and outside, on a tiny Philadelphia street, surrounded by brick, I run into my father, and we start looking for places to brunch.
