Private Journal entry
Monday, Nov. 10th; 10am
The meeting with Fudge on Friday went as expected. Of course, he refused to admit that he'd never heard of any research of the kind that I referred to existed in the Ministry. It certainly does exist now, though. My informants tell me that as soon as I left his office, he began making arrangements for it to be started. Quite convenient that.
I think I also made some comment about dinner... I believe Narcissa will have the pleasure of acting hostess again sometime soon. I told Fudge to bring his wife along too, so the charming ladies will have someone of similar intellect to speak with. I could only wish the same could be said about me. Ah well, I think I will have to invite Severus over soon, I have been intruding significantly upon his hospitality lately.
Severus... Now, why is it that I still have these thoughts, and most annoyingly of all, these emotions? There are some subtle signs - a look, slight inflection of his voice - that gives me the impression that he too is dwelling on the past at times. Or is that only the wishful thinking of times long past? A lingering romantic streak? We are friends now, and I should be content with that. The tension that once was between us seems to have melted away, perhaps helped by long moments in front of the fireplace and some alcohol...
Will I find out if he's changed his mind, if he does feel... something? His mind is as closed to me as ever, or as it has been since I broke up with him. That's 15 years now. It's getting old... Will that change as well, will he trust me again, as he once did, to see at least somewhat of what goes on inside him? Or did I hurt him too deeply? In that case... there must be something left, if it still hurts him...
Ah, contemplation... the trap of the mind. Making us all think in circles, mulling over every aspect of a situation that we still may be blind to.
I spoke to him slightly while watching the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. I also met the delightful young Zabini there. He's pretty to look at, and he has a very nice demeanour. Strange to think that his father can have such a polite and pleasant son. I suspect the mother has a part in that.
Unfortunately, Slytherin lost the game. Once again it was that seeker of the Ravenclaw team that saved the day for them. It was quite clear to me just how disappointed and angry Draco was. That slight flush of anger on his cheeks did remind me though of quite a different flush...
Business in London today... The Ministry, of course, and I was thinking about going to Diagon Alley as well, perhaps buy something for Draco to cheer the boy up.
The meeting with Fudge on Friday went as expected. Of course, he refused to admit that he'd never heard of any research of the kind that I referred to existed in the Ministry. It certainly does exist now, though. My informants tell me that as soon as I left his office, he began making arrangements for it to be started. Quite convenient that.
I think I also made some comment about dinner... I believe Narcissa will have the pleasure of acting hostess again sometime soon. I told Fudge to bring his wife along too, so the charming ladies will have someone of similar intellect to speak with. I could only wish the same could be said about me. Ah well, I think I will have to invite Severus over soon, I have been intruding significantly upon his hospitality lately.
Severus... Now, why is it that I still have these thoughts, and most annoyingly of all, these emotions? There are some subtle signs - a look, slight inflection of his voice - that gives me the impression that he too is dwelling on the past at times. Or is that only the wishful thinking of times long past? A lingering romantic streak? We are friends now, and I should be content with that. The tension that once was between us seems to have melted away, perhaps helped by long moments in front of the fireplace and some alcohol...
Will I find out if he's changed his mind, if he does feel... something? His mind is as closed to me as ever, or as it has been since I broke up with him. That's 15 years now. It's getting old... Will that change as well, will he trust me again, as he once did, to see at least somewhat of what goes on inside him? Or did I hurt him too deeply? In that case... there must be something left, if it still hurts him...
Ah, contemplation... the trap of the mind. Making us all think in circles, mulling over every aspect of a situation that we still may be blind to.
I spoke to him slightly while watching the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. I also met the delightful young Zabini there. He's pretty to look at, and he has a very nice demeanour. Strange to think that his father can have such a polite and pleasant son. I suspect the mother has a part in that.
Unfortunately, Slytherin lost the game. Once again it was that seeker of the Ravenclaw team that saved the day for them. It was quite clear to me just how disappointed and angry Draco was. That slight flush of anger on his cheeks did remind me though of quite a different flush...
Business in London today... The Ministry, of course, and I was thinking about going to Diagon Alley as well, perhaps buy something for Draco to cheer the boy up.