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 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 )