I haven't written my thoughts down in a while. I'm sorry, for whoever depends on this for communication with me. I've moved in with James and Sirius and the boys. It's a fantastic time; I only wish everyone could come to our late night parties (that usually involve most of us at least becoming tipsy and falling asleep in the downstairs ( Read more... )

Tuesday
Some Death Eater or amazingly un-funny person decided it would be a good time to send up a Dark Mark early this morning. Fabulous. I'm dead tired; been up patrolling all morning.

On the bright side, I ran into Viola and got to really talk to her (after McGonagall gave me a stern look and an eyebrow raise for lord knows what).

( Private to Gryffindors, Viola, Caradoc; Friendly Types, Order Members )

Monday
Yesterday was Frank & Alice's wedding. She looked absolutely beautiful and so, so happy. Frank looked like Frank: sheepish but beaming. Why do I always think of Frank as 'sheepish'? Maybe because he's always so polite. 'Sheepish' may not be the correct word, then, but it gives off the right feeling (these days, that is. Don't get me started ( Read more... )

Monday
Not again. I just don't understand. Poor Lora and Grugwyn. I wish I could have spoken to them before they left. I wish there was something I could do. I hope they'll be okay.

Friday
Oh, God. Oh, God. Why?

I have to go home. Dorcas, Hestia, I'll send you an owl. When I get back to London. When I know what's going on. When my hands stop shaking.

I don't know what I'm going to do...