I’m lying in bed but I can’t sleep. I’ve got too much on my mind.

I’ve taken a lot of time to myself this week. Even though I wasn’t really upset about my break up with Anthony, it took a lot out of me. I had a lot of unresolved feelings for Anthony to sort through, but I think I finally settled them all in the friend category. If only I could say the same for my feelings for Dean.( Read more... )

Sighing, I rest my head in my hands and close my eyes. Everything I’ve been working all day seems to be running together in my memory. I came in to work early this morning to continue looking through deciphering charms. I’m going with Dean this evening to Ernie’s family home to try and break into the notebook again. Then, on my lunch hour I looked over Jessie’s family tree again. I took note of some of the prominent family members, and made notes to myself to look into what is known of Ollivander’s disappearance. All I know currently is that he was assumed dead years ago.( Read more... )

Anthony and I lay together on his couch after the wonderful dinner we had at Bewitched. I’ll have to ask Ginny to tell her mother how much I enjoyed the food. Even though the ball of guilt is still residing in my stomach, it feels good to simply relax with Anthony. He strokes a hand through my hair absently and I close my eyes.( Read more... )

“Bye, Anthony!” I call as he disappears back into the potion shop where he currently works. We had a lovely lunch together at the Leaky Cauldron and he gave me some good news: he’s on the last two weeks of his potion apprenticeship before he’ll go back to work in the Department of Mysteries full time. I’m proud of everything he’s accomplished since leaving Hogwarts; it feels like he’s done much more than I have.( Read more... )

I stand outside Ginny and Harry’s flat with my arms full of Chinese take away. I stopped by when I left my office since I knew Ginny doesn’t really cook. I just hope she’s eating more now.( Read more... )

Silence. There hasn’t been anything but silence since Anthony and I left Dean’s party. I don’t know how to fix my mistakes. I don’t want to start out with Anthony on the wrong note. I was just having a good time. Dean is my friend and it is his birthday. Anthony never asked me to dance. Anthony didn’t even attempt to have fun.
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When I woke up this morning, it felt like I had a giant weight sitting on my chest. Anthony and I left things very open last night. He walked me to my door, kissed my cheek and said good night. We made plans to meet for lunch today to continue our work on the tablet, but that’s it. No confessions of love, no requests for going out, no passionate embraces. It was just very comfortable knowing Anthony was there for me when I needed him.

( Reflecting )

I have a desk again. It feels… odd… I feel like I should be back in the pit, working alongside all of my colleagues. My new desk is in a small office down the hall from the Director General’s. Robert, as he asked me to call him, is a very nice man, and he looks to be a good boss. I doubt he’ll compare to Melinda, but I don’t think anyone can. I’ve spent my morning going poring over a file describing the death of Ernie’s mother. My main project is the curse that killed her. I must say I’m terribly curious, and I want to take a good deal of time to accustom myself to the facts known about what happened to her before I jump into my research. Melinda always told me the best researchers are the ones who know everything that is already available to them. ( Starting over )

I have to admit, I’m a bit worried about how I’m going to handle Ginny after everything Harry tells me to expect. I almost wish I hadn’t gone out last night, and I definitely wish I had a little less to drink. Although, it could be worse; I could feel like Parvati does right now. Though, looking at Ginny, I’m glad everyone who went out with us last night made it home safely.( Ginny )

For the last few years, I never felt sympathy for witches that were single on Valentine’s Day. Even when I was single, I had school and work to occupy my thoughts and my time. Now, however, it’s a different story. Diego’s married to another witch, I don’t have a job, Parvati works a lot, Mum’s angry with me… there just isn’t much going on in my life.

( Valentine )