I think I’m losing my mind. I went to visit Dean last night, but after seeing how awful he looked I couldn’t manage to face him. Does he know that I’m the one responsible for his kidnapping? If he does, he must me angry with me. I’m so disappointed in myself; I can’t imagine what he thinks.( 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 )

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 )

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 )

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 )

I must admit, doing nothing but cuddling with Diego, sleeping, and cooking has been good for me. Who knew that healers actually know what they’re talking about? The ringing in my head has lessened considerably, and I’ve been sleeping longer. Parvati’s been out working a lot, and when she’s home she tends to hide out in her room, away from Diego and me.

( Reflecting )

I feel the warm presence beside me shift and my eyes flutter open. My eyelids are heavy and I feel disoriented. I can’t remember getting into bed and I definitely don’t remember seeing Diego since yesterday morning. Yesterday…

( Yesterday )

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 )