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I used to teach “Defense Against the Dark Arts” in my cabin at witch camp. Sometimes we would do lectures, but mostly it was a lab class. We would pass around a bottle of whiskey and attempt to psychically attack each other, or trade bigger and bigger secrets, winner take all.
At least one of the people who attended is now dead, although I don’t think it was related. One went missing in South America with a copy of my manuscript…
One guy kept bringing nice whiskey because he was trying to date my girlfriend out from under me. He made like he was trying to be my friend first, of course. Clumsy, low-level dark arts. Fortunately for me, I was trying to stop dating her, so it worked out.
Good thinking. You have to think like the dark arts to defend against the arts. In this case, I already wanted to detach from her but had been on a months-long hitchhiking journey involving deep emotional trauma together. We had only just reached safety.
maybe gaslighting you i to believing you wanted to stop dating her was part of his dark art 🤔
— Amplitron (@Amplitron) December 13, 2021
Unfortunately, I was shortly fooled again, by his ex, who looked at me with a glint in her eye and said “wouldn’t it be fucked up if we…” and then we did. Cue another year-long cycle of romance, reckless abandon, reckoning with the wretched results of reckless abandon, etc.