I wait for you there, alone.
I hate this. I hate him gone off to God knows where doing something dangeous, who knows what and being here and not knowing if he's alright--or hurt or dead. Because he should've been home by now, right? Sirius said tonight, and it's almost, it's so late and...
He's always working. Work stuff, Order stuff. Always gone. I work, but one measly job that wont allow me to work for very long--and haven't been asked to do anything else. In either.
I feel so bloody useless here, worrying. I need to do something--
Am I overreacting?
God.