You don’t remember coming to Elsewhere University. You don’t remember a lot of things.
Apparently you had bet one year of your personal memories.
You don’t remember. The wager was counted as part of that year.
Your profs have sympathy, some of them, but they cut you no slack. You remember all the information from your lectures, even if you don’t remember attending them.
You don’t remember whether your roommate was always like this, or whether the figure who shares your dorm is actually your roommate. It could be either; you remember stories, only told in hushed voices, but you don’t remember hearing the stories.
You talk to your friends, or at least they say they were your friends. They seem like the kind of people you would have made friends with, but you don’t know. Maybe you can become friends again.
You remember the rules. You remember them with more clarity than anything else in your life, at least now.
so i've heard you went to school with my dad and sirius black?
That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never been to school with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Sirius is a criminal, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you didn't went to school him? Maybe you did. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate.
im ending this discourse right now bc harry and louis have a farm w/dogs and cats and cows and pigs and goats and chickens and horses and sheep and u literally can’t prove otherwise so there u go they’re animal ppl </discourse>