It's strange. As often as I poked fun at the over abundance of drama in Hogwart's, I never thought I would sort of miss it. I was keeping fairly busy with gigs and girls and a few other things but it just seems like... something's missing, you know? But I guess that's the transition from Wizard life to Muggle life... Things tend to calm down more easily when blood prejudices, torturous curses etc. aren't involved.
My mother is ecstatic I'm home and the doting is almost unbearable. Sometimes I wish she would just find someone else to make her happy. Not all men are like my father... She's even went so far as to come to my concerts. Well, she came to a few but luckily a fine young drunkard with a mohawk groped her last weekend and she hasn't wanted to attend since then. (It's hard to think of your boy as a baby when he's kicking a punk's skinny arse out the door and onto the pavement.) I suppose it's tolerable, though. She's just glad to have me back. And I get more home-cooked food out of the deal than I could ever ask for.
It's like a giant weight has been lifted. I love her so much. I love both of them so much... I don't know how I'm going to break it to Mum that I want to go back to Hogwart's for her...
I think I might be able to make Acacia forgive me. I was stupid... but I guess I just wanted to see a peek of what could have been... and what can, from now on, never be.