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The silence of my new home is both soothing and unnerving. Still, I look forward to a quiet day of settling in, making everything just so, and later perhaps some reading. Tomorrow I must begin my service at the House again, per the loss to Sirius. The children are something else that both calms and unnerves.
It was very nice to have Oliver's help, both because I was able to catch up with him, get to know him as an adult, and because it meant I didn't have to ask my family. Not that I don't love my family, of course, but I'm not sure I'm ready for them to know where exactly I live. I don't understand why
I'm concerned for Oliver. He is no longer the outgoing happy Quidditch captain I remember watching from school. He has something lurking in the depths of his eyes, but I can't quite catch it. And doesn't that sound fanciful! I'm sure I'm imagining things, but still... I hope to further this old friendship I've recently imposed on. I was always secretly so surprised that he was my friend in school; perhaps now we can meet on more equal footing. Not that Head Boy wasn't just as important, if not more so, than Quidditch captain. And not that Ministry flunkie lawyer is as important as Head of Gryffindor House. We are both adults now, however, and that should be sufficient.
I have managed to anger both Charlie and Ron, and I'm not exactly sure how. They seem so easily offended these days. Another reason to avoid my siblings. I always put my foot in it one way or another. At least Seamus is home safely, perhaps he can rein Ron in somewhat. There is something going on there, with Charlie too, but of course I am left in the dark. Which is fine, it's nothing I'm not used to. I wish At least Charlie is communicating with them us again.
And work again Monday. I will enjoy my weekend to the best of my ability before going back to the grind my responsibilities.
It was very nice to have Oliver's help, both because I was able to catch up with him, get to know him as an adult, and because it meant I didn't have to ask my family. Not that I don't love my family, of course, but I'm not sure I'm ready for them to know where exactly I live. I don't understand why
I'm concerned for Oliver. He is no longer the outgoing happy Quidditch captain I remember watching from school. He has something lurking in the depths of his eyes, but I can't quite catch it. And doesn't that sound fanciful! I'm sure I'm imagining things, but still... I hope to further this old friendship I've recently imposed on. I was always secretly so surprised that he was my friend in school; perhaps now we can meet on more equal footing. Not that Head Boy wasn't just as important, if not more so, than Quidditch captain. And not that Ministry flunkie lawyer is as important as Head of Gryffindor House. We are both adults now, however, and that should be sufficient.
I have managed to anger both Charlie and Ron, and I'm not exactly sure how. They seem so easily offended these days. Another reason to avoid my siblings. I always put my foot in it one way or another. At least Seamus is home safely, perhaps he can rein Ron in somewhat. There is something going on there, with Charlie too, but of course I am left in the dark. Which is fine, it's nothing I'm not used to. I wish At least Charlie is communicating with them us again.
And work again Monday. I will enjoy my weekend to the best of my ability before going back to the grind my responsibilities.