After leaving Gringotts yesterday with Dean, my mind was racing a mile a minute. The gravity of the situation is completely frightening, and I couldn’t think of anyone better to help us figure things out than Melinda. I owled her right away and insisted that she come meet me for dinner to discuss things. I don’t think she was completely happy with the manner in which I refused to take no for an answer since she had already eaten dinner, but she did meet me.

While I explained things to Melinda, her focus was strangely averted from our table. It almost seemed like she was looking for someone to be watching us. Once I had managed to tell her everything, all she could bring herself to say was that I shouldn’t have involved her.

It was the strangest thing; in one breathe she was saying she shouldn’t be involved and in the next she was asking to look at my notes. I suppose the whole thing brought back bad memories of what ever happened to her in Egypt. I wish I had thought to remove some of the notes about Dean’s father and his notebook before I let her look at him; not because I don’t trust her, but because it is something that is very personal for him.

I suppose I wouldn’t have thought twice about giving her the information about the notebook if that hadn’t been what she asked the most questions about. At one point she even asked to see the notebook, but I flat out refused. Dean didn’t want me telling her about any of this. Besides, I told her that Dean was the only one who could actually read it.

Our meeting took an awkward turn when Melinda finally asked me why I was so involved with Dean’s father’s notebook. After stuttering for a few minutes, I finally caved and admitted that Dean and I had just started seeing each other. Her eyes softened and for a moment the notebook and horcruxes were forgotten. It felt good to finally tell someone about the person who is making me so happy. I feel horrible being happy while people are hurt and dying, but I can’t help how Dean makes me feel. I haven’t felt this way in a long, long time.

When I left Melinda I felt much better, knowing that someone smarter than me was puzzling the mystery of the notebook, maps, and horcruxes. It felt good to know that Melinda was going to do everything in her power to help me, despite her reservations. I just hope that she’ll be able to figure something out that Dean and I haven’t.