Thirty-six hours and counting.
I've been working quite fastidiously at the Ministry as of late. Naturally, I have always worked quite hard at the Ministry, but now more than ever I have been working late hours and early mornings. I've hardly given myself the time to eat or think, which is precisely what I prefer. Given the old axiom, An idle mind is the devil's playground, I have always felt it of the utmost importance to keep myself occupied with work and studies. This objective has always been one of the most stimulating and fascinating themes throughout my life. I have a great thirst for knowledge,
However, the unforseen complication with this is that when I find myself with too much free time, I tend to enter a bit of a slump. It is strange, but true.
This evening I dropped into the flat of a colleague of mine, Penelope Clearwater. Miss Clearwater is abroad in Brazil, so I have been stopping into her flat on a regular basis to tend to her plants while she is away. I also needed to check upon a book that I had not yet found the time to get to (The History of the Cauldron Handle by Aurealis Boggarty).
Whilst I was there, upon musing to myself on several topics, I drew the conclusion that it is time that I begin branching out on my own. While I have enjoyed living at home until this point, there comes a time when a wizard must begin his life on his own. Of course, I have clearly started myself on the right path with this with my career in the Ministry; however, I feel that the time has come for me to step out and begin to really set my life on course. The Burrow has always been my home, but it is time that I planted my own roots.
After I returned, I discussed this with Mother and Father at length. Frederick and George were home; however, they decided not to partake in the conversation. Evidently, they are quite pleased at the idea that I will be getting my own flat.
Mother seemed rather upset. I imagine that with both William and Charles already absent from home, she is experiencing what is referred to as Empty Nest Syndrome. After all, Ronald and Virginia are at Hogwarts for the majority of the year, and Frederick and George are running their own "business" in Hogsmeade now. Mother is displaying the classic symptoms of a mother who feels her own children don't need her anymore. Father, on the other hand, seemed rather excited at the thought that I might be moving into a Muggle flat.
I am hoping to acquire a flat near Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. However, I am not fully opposed to moving into a Muggle flat, as I mentioned to Father. Penelope Clearwater has given me enough information about Muggles that I could likely succeed in this, so I do not think it would be a problem. Many young witches and wizards start off in Muggle housing due to the fact that they are so young. I am still young, but I am quite a successful Ministry worker. I think that this will aide me in my quest for housing.
At the moment, I am enjoying a glass of celery juice for breakfast. I shall head over to the Ministry early this morning so that I might inquire Minister Fudge for advice on the matter. I am certain that he will be delighted to help me embark upon this new project of mine. I will have to carefully weigh and consider my options, of course; this is not the sort of thing that one can enter lightly. This research will most certainly keep me occupied until tomorrow.
However, the unforseen complication with this is that when I find myself with too much free time, I tend to enter a bit of a slump. It is strange, but true.
This evening I dropped into the flat of a colleague of mine, Penelope Clearwater. Miss Clearwater is abroad in Brazil, so I have been stopping into her flat on a regular basis to tend to her plants while she is away. I also needed to check upon a book that I had not yet found the time to get to (The History of the Cauldron Handle by Aurealis Boggarty).
Whilst I was there, upon musing to myself on several topics, I drew the conclusion that it is time that I begin branching out on my own. While I have enjoyed living at home until this point, there comes a time when a wizard must begin his life on his own. Of course, I have clearly started myself on the right path with this with my career in the Ministry; however, I feel that the time has come for me to step out and begin to really set my life on course. The Burrow has always been my home, but it is time that I planted my own roots.
After I returned, I discussed this with Mother and Father at length. Frederick and George were home; however, they decided not to partake in the conversation. Evidently, they are quite pleased at the idea that I will be getting my own flat.
Mother seemed rather upset. I imagine that with both William and Charles already absent from home, she is experiencing what is referred to as Empty Nest Syndrome. After all, Ronald and Virginia are at Hogwarts for the majority of the year, and Frederick and George are running their own "business" in Hogsmeade now. Mother is displaying the classic symptoms of a mother who feels her own children don't need her anymore. Father, on the other hand, seemed rather excited at the thought that I might be moving into a Muggle flat.
I am hoping to acquire a flat near Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. However, I am not fully opposed to moving into a Muggle flat, as I mentioned to Father. Penelope Clearwater has given me enough information about Muggles that I could likely succeed in this, so I do not think it would be a problem. Many young witches and wizards start off in Muggle housing due to the fact that they are so young. I am still young, but I am quite a successful Ministry worker. I think that this will aide me in my quest for housing.
At the moment, I am enjoying a glass of celery juice for breakfast. I shall head over to the Ministry early this morning so that I might inquire Minister Fudge for advice on the matter. I am certain that he will be delighted to help me embark upon this new project of mine. I will have to carefully weigh and consider my options, of course; this is not the sort of thing that one can enter lightly. This research will most certainly keep me occupied until tomorrow.