The Regular Troubles

Harry's news of gloom, unsurprisingly enough, did not abate with his departure.

Kinda hard to just simply shrug off a matter especially when it's come charging straight at you with a capital 'J'.

With a little uneasy sway in the pit of my stomach, I closed the front door with my fingertips seemingly frozen stuck onto the timbered surface. It took quite a while for me to unstick myself from the door because doing so also meant stepping away from the problem, as undeniably stupid as that sense of logic was. 

I don't know, I suppose I was hoping for a less cryptic resolution to this problem… if it can even be considered a resolution at all. 

"Ah, once more encumbered with a burden undeserved, my poor, poor Master," Ash spoke from nearby, an endearing smile on her lips painted in the dazzling hues of decorative lights. "At times, I wonder if there will ever come a definite end to your troubles."