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... )

I have never been more intimidated in my life. The four men sitting before me all look very professional, and a bit stiff. I can only hope that if they do select me for this job, they won’t be so stiff on a typical work day. I’m used to Melinda… I take a deep breath and push all of the thoughts about Melinda to the back of my mind, where I already stored all of my thoughts about Parvati, Neville, Diego, Ginny… I force a smile and clasp my hands together on my lap. I know this meeting was last minute with the late notice with which I received their owl, so I can only hope that its not because I’m not being seriously considered for the position.

( The Interview )

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 )

Since my trip to St. Mungo’s yesterday, I’ve really come to think of this flat as home. It felt strange to sign a new lease; not that I am trapped here, just that I’m beginning a new chapter of my life. I suppose now that I have a completely clean bill of health I should find a job. I don’t want Mum treating me the way she used to treat Parvati. It’s bad enough that she thinks poorly of me for the whole Diego situation. Besides, I don’t have much in the way of savings, and Parvati and I can’t survive on her salary alone.

( Going out )

“So, did you come by yourself today?”

I look up from my nails and nod at Healer Jones. “My sister is waiting for me outside.” I go back to examining my nails as my healer continues to look over my test results. I’m not nervous this time. I know I feel better, so I’m not too worried about what my test results say. I’m more worried about how I’m going to pay for my share of the lease Parvati and I signed this morning.

( Playing Matchmaker )

Hermione and I have been meeting about once a week to work on Anubis’s tablet. Yesterday, though, was a bit different. Hermione was so completely distracted we didn’t get any work done. I had to question her a bit, but she finally opened up and told me that Harry was in a coma. I couldn’t believe it. He’s always seemed so untouchable. Poor Ginny must be wracked with grief. I’ve been planning on owling Ron sometime soon to thank him for taking care of me, but now I need to owl Ginny as well to give her my sympathies.

( Going Shopping )

When I woke up this morning I felt better than I have in a long time. It’s amazing to me that my body can tell the difference between natural sleep and potion induced sleep, but it can. It feels like my entire outlook on life has brightened some. Granted, I know my life isn’t going to be what I imagined it would be, but I have hope now that I can find something other than cats to make me happy. Melinda spent her life married to her work; that’s something I can do now that my mind is free again.

( Accepting the Truth )

Parvati didn’t want me to go out today. She doesn’t think I’m ready to go out yet. I told her that the Ministry summoned me for questioning and I didn’t have any choice but go. She was concerned when I left, but she let me leave by myself. Barely.

I arrived at the Ministry thirty minutes early. I was able to Apparate to the Atrium and get through the security point with no problem before I was shown to a small waiting room.( Numb )

My head is killing me. I can’t believe that the day I have to return to the healer my head is killing me. It’s not my fault, though. I think anyone’s head would bother them if they’d been under the same circumstances I’ve experienced today.

( A Bad Day )