I have a desk again. It feels… odd… I feel like I should be back in the pit, working alongside all of my colleagues. My new desk is in a small office down the hall from the Director General’s. Robert, as he asked me to call him, is a very nice man, and he looks to be a good boss. I doubt he’ll compare to Melinda, but I don’t think anyone can. I’ve spent my morning going poring over a file describing the death of Ernie’s mother. My main project is the curse that killed her. I must say I’m terribly curious, and I want to take a good deal of time to accustom myself to the facts known about what happened to her before I jump into my research. Melinda always told me the best researchers are the ones who know everything that is already available to them. ( Starting over )

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 life has been like a blur since my fight with Parvati. When I left our flat, I had no idea where I should go. Diego and I ended up renting a room at the Leaky Cauldron for the night. I spent most of the night crying with Diego comforting me. We made to return home the next day when I had finally calmed down. I didn’t bother to tell Diego that all of the crying brought the ringing in my head back with excessive force. Of course, we passed Parvati on her way out, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again. I spent the next twenty-four hours in bed, pretending to sleep. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what Parvati had done.

( Thinking Back )

The first thing I did after I got dressed this morning was go to the tablet. Bill’s team set it up in a preservation room, a very private, quiet preservation room. In fact, the only noises in the room are the scratching of my quill and the ringing in my ears. I’ve never had a concussion before, but I had no idea it involved so much ringing.

( My head hurts )