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. ( Help )

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... )

It’s been such a long weekend. It was completely terrifying to wake up Sunday and discover the mayhem that occurred while I was sleeping. So many people were killed and yet I can’t help being grateful that those I love are still okay. I actually went home without being asked. I submitted myself to Mum’s prying eyes, and just tried to ignore the outside world with my parents. Of course, Mum managed to convince both Dad and me to take Monday off. I didn’t mind too much. I’ve been working so hard lately that I think taking time with the family is good for me. I know Mum could tell I was upset when I agreed to spend the night at their house. I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I’m normally so strong. To see so much pain, suffering, and fear around the country really hit me hard. I think going the one place I felt comfortable being weak was good for me, though, I wasn’t feeling quite as weak anymore when Mum suggested Parvati and I move back in.( 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... )

Choosing a table at the back of The Leaky Cauldron, I take a seat and wait for Ernie to arrive for our lunch date. I had intended to meet with him sooner, but I got so caught up in my work that the time crept up on me. Again, I’m thankful to have Melinda so willing to help me. The only strange thing has been her disinterest in Anubis’s tablet. I’m afraid that she remembers more about the ordeal she went through and isn’t letting on. I don’t know what terrible things she encountered, and I can’t bring myself to ask. At least, that’s what I want to believe. I’m even more afraid that this Melinda is somehow an imposter, though I can’t imagine how.
( Lunch )

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... )

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 couldn’t sleep at all last night. My mind can’t wrap itself around the fact that Melinda is alive and well. It feels like so long since something good has happened to me, for once in my life I don’t want to question the unknown. I don’t want to dig into this mystery… I’m terrified digging will result in Melinda leaving again.

( Reflecting )