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I never intend to leave such long gaps in my journal, but in my defense, it's all been a bit hectic these last few months. I hardly know where to start.
I suppose the first thing (other than that things with Ted are still absolutely marvelous, but then that goes without saying, I should think) is that I did get into the programme at St. Mungo's, and I've been in training as a Healer since late June. It's amazing, if a little overwhelming at times - this morning I got to help get a teapot off a child's head. (I cannot, of course, divulge personal information, being bound by patient confidentiality clauses. As Healers are. I don't think I'll ever get tired of that word - 'Healer'.) We're still not actually sure how the poor boy got his head into the teapot in the first place, other than that his powers clearly backfired on him. They've still got me working with the more minor cases, but really, that's alright with me for the time being. The more seriously injured patients, the ones who've been in attacks or 'accidents' from You-Know-Who's people, they're the ones who are really past what I think I can
Well. No sense crossing that bridge until necessary, I suppose.
I've got a flat, I suppose that's noteworthy, too. Ted and his family were kind enough to let me stay with them for a bit, which was lovely of them. I have to say I rather adore the Tonkses; they couldn't be kinder, and his sisters are just adorable. It is something of a lark having my own flat, though! It's in London, which is nice, though I do make a conscious effort to keep clear of Grimmau.It's in Bloomsbury, specifically, if anyone fancies dropping by. I ought to give fair warning that it's tiny, but it's mine, you know? That's a nice feeling, and I do love this flat. It's sunny and has plenty of windows and it's quite near the British Museum, which is only one of the million Muggle things I've discovered in the last few months. I've taken to spendy rainy afternoons there when I'm not working; something about all that history suits those sort of days. (There are a few Muggle things I'm not altogether comfortable with, namely cars. If you've never been up close to one, don't. Cars are mad, and they go zipping about at absurd speeds, and there are all these rules for how and when you can and can't cross the roads. I won't get started on buses or I'll never shut up about them. Or the 'Underground', which is this utterly suicidal thing they've put under the whole city. It doesn't seem to bother Ted in the least, but I'd just as soon Apparate. Even walking's preferable to that labyrinth. I tried taking it one day just to see if I could manage, and I somehow ended up on the other side of London.)
It's very strange not going back to Hogwarts this term. I feel as though I'm skiving off class, or something to that effect, and I do miss it, but at the same time...I don't know. Everything's going really, really well just now, despite the war and all. I'm happy. Happy is nice.
[Protected from all but Ted and Patch]
The downside of all this being, of course, my family. I've not heard a word from anyone but Sirius and Alphard since I left school, but I know better than to think they've just dropped the whole thing. If they had it wouldn't have been this quietly, or this easily. I can only assume they're still under the impression that I'll go back or 'come to my senses' about Ted. To be perfectly frank, I rather enjoyed selling all the heirloom jewelry I took with me at Christmas - particularly Bella's. I'd wondered if I would actually be able to part with it if I had to, but after all they've done over the last year, I was glad to be shot of anything involving them. This is my life, now, and I don't want any reminders of them lurking about in the corners. (I've also recently realized that money isn't particularly easy to come by, so it was also a matter of practicality, but it was still a kind of vindication.)
I know the reasonable thing to do would be to just cut ties altogether, renounce the whole family, and just walk away like Sirius did. I suppose it makes me a bit of a coward for not simply having done with it; he always was braver.
Still. I refuse to let them ruin this for me; it's a clean start, and for the first time in my life I actually get to make my own decisions. Nothing can spoil that, and I really am happy. I think I could get used to this.
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