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I don't know what I'm still doing here. I'd have thought that a day like today would have had me Apparating back to Romania before lunch.
Not that anything catastrophic happened -- but the number of things I've been avoiding that all happened today, I think by the end of the evening I was just in kind of a blind haze.
Bill woke up with a blazing hangover in the middle of the morning, and I had to lean hard on him to get him to talk about Malfoy at all. He wasn't ever planning to dance at the wedding, I guess, but as it was the wedding happened in such a rush and so quietly because of the -- well, someone tried to kill Lucius Malfoy, and Bill couldn't be with Draco, and he couldn't have known how hard that was going to be for him, I think. He loves that little Draco so much, and Draco didn't need him.
And yet when Bill had pulled himself together he went back to Malfoy Manor.
And I went to Mum's grave.
I can't actually remember much about the last time I saw her. It was more than a year before she died, but I don't remember exactly which Christmas it was. Which is awful -- I tried and tried to work out when it must have been, and I couldn't. I think I remember she looked thinner, and pale, but she was laughing. At least I can remember she was laughing.
I was there for at least a couple of hours. Hadn't intended to stay so long, but I was so wrung out from Apparating and being up all night with Bill and then it was such a -- I don't know, such a RELIEF to finally see where she's buried, that I lay down on the grass and slept.
So I was maybe a little rumpled when I got to the Three B's. A little early, as well, but I chatted for a bit with Ron's Seamus, and he introduced me to Susan Bones, who also dated Ron, now that I think about it, but anyway who I'd never met before. Nice girl -- I don't remember why Ron left her, but it wasn't really something to ask her. Especially with Seamus right there, also.
And Percy came along at about twenty minutes to five. Percy, Percy ... I think he's always thought of himself as the oldest, really, as if he somehow has more burdens than any of the rest of us, and it's not easy for him to take older-brotherly advice. Or something. I feel like there must be some reason it's hard for him. He's wound up so tight, one of these days he's going to make a pinging sound and go flying across the room, totally out of control.
Have to find a place to stay. Don't think I'm ready to be in the house with Dad tonight. Visiting will probably be all right. But I think it's true, what they say about being able to go home again.
Not that anything catastrophic happened -- but the number of things I've been avoiding that all happened today, I think by the end of the evening I was just in kind of a blind haze.
Bill woke up with a blazing hangover in the middle of the morning, and I had to lean hard on him to get him to talk about Malfoy at all. He wasn't ever planning to dance at the wedding, I guess, but as it was the wedding happened in such a rush and so quietly because of the -- well, someone tried to kill Lucius Malfoy, and Bill couldn't be with Draco, and he couldn't have known how hard that was going to be for him, I think. He loves that little Draco so much, and Draco didn't need him.
And yet when Bill had pulled himself together he went back to Malfoy Manor.
And I went to Mum's grave.
I can't actually remember much about the last time I saw her. It was more than a year before she died, but I don't remember exactly which Christmas it was. Which is awful -- I tried and tried to work out when it must have been, and I couldn't. I think I remember she looked thinner, and pale, but she was laughing. At least I can remember she was laughing.
I was there for at least a couple of hours. Hadn't intended to stay so long, but I was so wrung out from Apparating and being up all night with Bill and then it was such a -- I don't know, such a RELIEF to finally see where she's buried, that I lay down on the grass and slept.
So I was maybe a little rumpled when I got to the Three B's. A little early, as well, but I chatted for a bit with Ron's Seamus, and he introduced me to Susan Bones, who also dated Ron, now that I think about it, but anyway who I'd never met before. Nice girl -- I don't remember why Ron left her, but it wasn't really something to ask her. Especially with Seamus right there, also.
And Percy came along at about twenty minutes to five. Percy, Percy ... I think he's always thought of himself as the oldest, really, as if he somehow has more burdens than any of the rest of us, and it's not easy for him to take older-brotherly advice. Or something. I feel like there must be some reason it's hard for him. He's wound up so tight, one of these days he's going to make a pinging sound and go flying across the room, totally out of control.
Have to find a place to stay. Don't think I'm ready to be in the house with Dad tonight. Visiting will probably be all right. But I think it's true, what they say about being able to go home again.