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 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 )

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 )

I was in the middle of writing Ginny Weasley an owl when I ran out of tea. Of course, writing to Ginny had only been an exercise to try and clear my mind. Not that I didn’t miss her company, especially since Parvati and I still aren’t really talking, but my head needed the break. I’ve been trying to make more progress with the tablet, but the ringing keeps getting in the way. It seems to get worse every time I try to work. I’m about ready to go down to Diagon Alley and find a medical book to see if the side effects from concussions should last this long. Maybe when Diego gets home from broom shopping we can go back out together.

( Lonely )

The first thing I did after I got dressed this morning was go to the tablet. Bill’s team set it up in a preservation room, a very private, quiet preservation room. In fact, the only noises in the room are the scratching of my quill and the ringing in my ears. I’ve never had a concussion before, but I had no idea it involved so much ringing.

( My head hurts )

I don’t know where the time has gone lately! I’ve been so insanely busy I’ve barely had time to breathe. I spent almost twelve hours in the pit the other day, preparing to take over a months worth of leave, and when I came home I found a letter from my sister, along with a jar or rasgullas. I have no idea how she knew that was exactly what I needed at the end of a long day. I guess it’s a twin thing.

While I probably shouldn’t have due to time constraints, I spent the next day at Saqqara with Ginny Weasley. I’m glad I went, though. It was absolutely fascinating to get inside one of Anubis’s tombs. Normally, I only get to see what comes out of the tombs. I will admit that the experience almost made me wish I had decided to become a Curse Breaker instead of a Researcher. I think I would have had a real knack for it, although I’m certain I would miss the amount of knowledge I get to encounter on a daily basis. I made Ginny promise me that she would owl if they found anything interesting, even if I was already in England. I would have given anything to get to just sit in the tomb and watch them work until they were completely through all of the spells and traps. I can only imagine what they’ll find!

Speaking of Ginny, she finally put me on the right track to find a place to stay while in England. Apparently her twin brothers own several flats in and around London. I sent them an owl, so hopefully they’ll reply with good news. I looked into renting a room in the Leaky Cauldron, but considering they charge by night, it would have gotten very expensive, very quickly. I’ll just have to keep my fingers crossed that the Weasley twins will come through for me.

That brings me back to the letter from Parvati. She wants a place to live, and it doesn’t sound like she even knows I’m coming home yet. I haven’t found time to write her back, much less think about what she said in the rest of her letter. I assumed it would be more prudent to write after I knew whether or not I had a place for her to live. I’m not sure how she and Diego will get along. I hope he’ll love her, and that she’ll love him. I love both of them… they’re probably the two most important people in my life. Hopefully, things will work out for the best for all of us.

I still have to send Mum a letter, letting her know when I’ll be coming home. Melinda said that I work too hard as it is and that I deserve to take some time off. Of course, the next day she forgot that I was taking time off and gave me a new file to sort through. Add that to the fact that her mystery writer has yet to show up and work has me a little stressed out right now.

It doesn’t help that Diego has seemed distant lately. Half the time he’s quiet and withdrawn, and the other half he’s fiery and passionate. It almost feels like I’m dating two different blokes. I think he’s just nervous about meeting my parents. He’s not complained anymore about having to go, but I can tell something is bothering him. I just hope he doesn’t let me down.

I can tell I’m feeling more rattled than usual; I’ve misplaced my notes again. I can’t find the section of my notes dedicated to my latest Inferi research. If Melinda wasn’t so disorganized herself she’d kill me. I need more sleep. As much as I love spending the night with Diego, I’m going to get a lot more sleep tonight since he’s staying in his own villa.