To Itra Cardie:

I can’t exactly say we’ve known each other for the longest time, or say you’re the one I spend the most time with. We met and did some business with each other. I wonder sometimes if that’s how you see it. In my eyes, you, Itra, are someone I am very grateful to. Writing has always been something I wanted to do, and you came and offered me guidance where nobody else seemed to care. You gave me thought and care in our study sessions, and you nurtured my skills with all the effort you could give me. Itra, I can’t thank you enough.

In this binder, I put down all the little after-school notes I had. I even went ahead and asked some of my friends about what they were doing at the time. Gentrei’s friend Injaius had a journal of his own he happened to take excerpts from for me. I can’t believe how much closer I ended up getting with Gentrei and her friends. She used to be so scary to me.

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For some reason, I’ve always felt close to you. Unlike people like Gentrei who terrified me, or Harry who repulsed me, I only really felt comfortable with you. You had an open air to you, as if you’d listen to what I’d say, which you did. Because of the ease I had with you, I found myself finally able to write. More than just being able to write easier, you taught me to think a little. You gave me advice that shaped my writing.

Itra. Thank you.