5/10/2012

5/12/2012 11:34 PM

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Marauder

To my great Uncle Lockrot, I write to inform you of my great success with my patient of eight years. She is sixteen, nearing seventeen, and completely oblivious to both the Enemy, and myself; moreover, she is quite happy that way. Her passionate desire for the "job well done" feeling was quickly capitalized on. She now spirals herself in extended tasks which give her little time for anything else. She has significant athletic tendencies, which I have encouraged and funneled into long distance running. The Glorious result is that she now spends several hours a day running for the sake of running. Isn't that quaint? She is also the academic type. As such, it is easy to occupy the remainder of her time studying. Her corresponding grades are enough to keep her content with that way of life. Her social and family life are also of no danger to us. While she likes nearly everyone and everyone seems to like her, the priority of my patient steadfastly remains her work. Besides chit-chat between classes at lunch and sport practices, all of her social interaction is academic in nature. Whenever the Enemy is mentioned in conversation I remind her of something important to her. I've been brutally proficient in keeping away from her any that might actually tell her about the Enemy. She does not know what He proclaims to be; she knows little more than what the creatures call him. Her father is a peculiar man. His spiritual views are that one should develop their on religious stand point, and that others shouldn't, in any way, interfere or help with it. This is the reality that he has fabricated for himself, and because of it, he is no threat to us. He will never bring up to her the idea of the Enemy. On the other hand, her mother called herself a Christian once, and I imagine still would if she were asked, but never talks about Him or reads His book. She lives day to day, quietly in discontent, with her husband, practically believing as he does. She is also by no means a threat. I have kept her so entertained with the harmless pleasures of this world, that she can't imagine there being anything she's missing. Anyone can handle her now, I'd like a new, more challenging patient. That is the real reason I've written you. Can you by chance get me a transfer? I wait appreciatively for your reply. Your Triumphant Nephew, Leachlung