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 )