This entire week is absolutely exhausting. Between the stress of announcing Ginny’s pregnancy, and making preparations for the reception, things are almost to the breaking point.

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A couple of weeks ago this day would be the cause of sorrow. However, after the events of the past couple of days it is more of a relief. I never thought the Burrow would feel as alien to me as Privet Drive, but thanks to Ron being a total git and Mrs. Weasley continuing to be distant and cold I’m eager to be out of here.

( Time to Leave )

I know I should have followed up with this Clive Robertson sooner than now, but I’m loathe to give up even a moment with Ginny while she is home. We have less than a week left before she returns to Hogwarts. Still even with the spats I can’t say I’ve been happier than at any time in my life.

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I stare nervously at my watch for what must the fifteenth time since we slipped through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ to await the arrival of the Hogwart’s Express. It is much different being on this side of things… just waiting…

( Waiting... )

I was up with the chickens this morning. Big mistake on my part as Mrs. Weasley had me feed them. Truthfully though, it wasn’t that bad. The worse part is waiting for the time Ron and I are supposed to meet Tonks.

She won’t tell us where we are going, but promised we would be able to get exactly what we wanted.

( Meeting Tonks )

The past few days here at St. Mungo’s were frustrating at best and downright infuriating at the worst. My routine since waking consists of hourly poking and prodding as healers examine me, punctuated by foul tasting concoctions that are supposed to make me feel better.

( Life at St. Mungo’s )