Kapricious
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"Apparently not. Sometimes... I kinda think... I don't really mind, if I'm 'cured' or not. I don't understand, really, why everyone thinks I have some sort of disease. It doesn't feel like one." He swallows, remembering his bad days when he really did need to be put in a place like this, but he pushes it back. He's a coherent, mostly sane person. Normal, really, as long as you ignore his reclusive tendencies-- reclusive is the nice way to put it-- and his obsessive love of books. "But I guess there's a point, where it goes from being a loner to being crazy, and you don't have a say in when that line is crossed. I'm... I'm not making sense, I think," he says hastily, rubbing at his tired eyes and trying to sort out the mess in his head. He was up late again, last night, re-reading the first Harry Potter book. It was his guilty pleasure-- he's read books much more difficult than the Sorcerer's Stone, but that didn't stop him from reading it approximately thirty-two times. He can recite several chapters by heart now.