Tonks
sent me flowers and a lovely book on Quidditch because I
made a broom just
for her. If we can get enough fliers together, we might just have enough to put together a Quidditch team, which should be interesting!
Everyone's been pretty upset over the death of Kitty Pryde. I never even met her - I feel like a bit of a fraud for being upset about it, you know? I mean, my being upset about it can't be as...genuine? as those who really knew her. It's kind of tough explaining just what I mean. I spent a while on Thursday
talking to Mr. Aziraphale about it - I needed a break from working on the broom. Mr. Aziraphale, like always, made me feel a lot better, and healed up my hands from where they'd been scratched from the wire the broom-bristles on the handle. I figured I wasn't going to get a whole lot of sleep that night anyway, so I just stayed up all night working on it, and gave it to Tonks in the morning (Mayor Red Appreciation Day!)
There's a memorial service for Kitty tonight. I think I will go, after all. At something like that, after all, you're supposed to be melancholy. I know...I'm Kiki. The plucky one who tries to cheer everybody up (well, except maybe
Draco Malfoy) and make everyone feel better or happier, boosting spirits and just being a little Miss Ray of Sunshine.
I don't feel that way all the time. I guess I just don't feel that way at all right about now. I don't really want to smile and try to convince myself and everyone that everything is all right or will be all right.
So yes, I think it's safe to say that I will be at the memorial tonight.