My Love,

I hope you have a wonderful day. I want to talk to you.  We've both been so busy and when we are home all we want to do is . . . well, act like newlyweds.  Not that that's a bad thing, but we haven't been talking much.  Some things came up while I was talking to my step-mother the other day, and I realized we have much still to talk ( Read more... )

While Hannah's been off taking her tests or revising this week, I've been preparing for our wedding. I'm not sure if she remembers, but she promised that we'd be married as soon as she finished. Well, she finished today, and I'm sure she did brilliantly. That means we can be married…and the sooner the better, I think.

The first thing I did this week ( Read more... )

The bridal couple dances and the members of the wedding party dance.  I look at Hannah.  "Would you feel like dancing with me?  Even though I'm likely to step on your toes?"

She smiles.  "I don't believe you'd step on my toes,  but I'd want to dance with you even if you did."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I laugh, then pull her onto the dance ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in my office at the Manor, trying to work on one of the projects Mr McGregor--Euan (and isn't that an odd thought, to call my boss by his first name)-- has given me. He really liked my House Plants, and he wants me to see what other similar kinds of plants I can develop. I'm relatively close with some of the lupines (they have small ( Read more... )

This is ridiculous. Have you noticed I say that a lot? I do, but it's only because it's true. I'm being stupid, again. I only hope Hannah hasn't noticed that I'm acting strange. Maybe I've been able to hide it...

It's just that there are some things...some important things...that we need to do. And I've been putting it all off, in the hopes that ( Read more... )

I don't know what I expected when Hannah asked to stay the night, but I don't think it was this.  She's stayed every night since then, and other than a few awkward moments, things have been bloody fantastic. That first morning was a bit embarrassing for me, I'll admit. (I've never woken with a woman in my bed before, and my body reacted ( Read more... )

It was a good day, I think to myself. I finally managed to work an entire day without feeling weak and overtired (truly an amazing feat after Ron's party on the first). And, of course, I got to spend time with Hannah.

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You'd think I'd know better.

I mean, really.  What bloke in his right mind saves his Valentine's Day shopping for Valentine's Day?

What was I thinking?

I wasn't. That's the problem.  I knew it was Valentine's Day, and I knew that I needed a gift for Hannah, but I didn't even really think about a gift until this morning, when I saw the flowers in the ( Read more... )

That's it. I've had enough self-pity. So I'll get a fever periodically. Big deal. It's not fatal, I haven't lost my magic, and at the most I'll probably just be miserable for a few days. There are loads of people worse off than me.

So today, I make an effort. I haven't been lately, not really. I haven't been showering or shaving as often as I ( Read more... )

Bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

I was released from St Mungo's three days ago, but sent home with strict instructions to rest for another week.

I'm not a "rester." I don't have the nervous energy of, say, Colin Creevey or the twins, but I like to be up, doing things. The prospect of being forced to "rest"--cooped up inside this flat, no less--for ( Read more... )