3 July, Just Before the Leaving Feast
Private
I've had to rearrange things with Mum and Dad--until a few days ago I still thought the Leaving Feast was yesterday instead of today. It was probably because yesterday was the official "End of Term" and somehow my brain turned that into "Leaving Feast on the 2nd, students leave on the 3rd." It's not surprising really--with the stressful air in the castle recently, I'm lucky I remember my own name, much less what day it is, particularly without the schedule of classes to remind me.
Naturally once I realized I was wrong I had to email Mum and arrange to go home sometimes this week instead--I can't leave Hogwarts right now. Well, couldn't leave Hogwarts. I'm not sure where things stand at the moment.
Minerva's posted a note to the teachers saying Dumbledore's all right--just some conflict with that tonic he's been taking. Dare I hope that this is actually the case, and we will have the old Dumbledore back? I haven't seen much of him so far today, but he did possibly seem a little more lucid this afternoon when I saw him briefly, from a distance. Though Minerva sounds confident in her message, I'm unable to completely trust it--I think the next few days will still be rather anxious ones, as we all nervously watch the Headmaster to make sure there hasn't been a regression in his mental health.
Besides, it seems a little...odd that this should be found out now. Dumbledore starts taking some kind of tonic and starts acting oddly, and only now someone finally puts two and two together, more than a month later? Minerva, or Snape or someone must have known about the Headmaster taking that tonic--how could they not have noticed the coincidence for so long? It just doesn't seem right.
*sigh*. At least I had one little pleasant surprise this morning. Mum sent me a small gift and card, as the rest will have to wait until we get together. Hands-down, this has to be the worst birthday ever, and that includes the year I was bedridden with a respiratory infection. I only pray it gets better, not worse.