“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 )

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 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 )