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January First, Two-Thousand Four
10:38 PM
Today was quiet. Were it spring, the day would have been spent in the garden, but with the frost covering the ground, most of my blooms have disappeared. They'll return come the warm weather. They always do.
I fear Nathaniel Mirabella is being abused at home. He has a severe dislike for his foster father, which is not necessarily something that has changed since his transfer to the Fulham's home. However, I have noticed deep and dark bruises covering his upper arms when he does not realize his sleeves have exposed his skin, as well as the coppery tang of recently shed blood. He smells of fear when he talks of home. I have contacted his social worker at the Ministry and have made plans to meet with the woman on Monday.
I do not know what to expect. I am sincerely hoping that I am wrong in my assumptions. Perhaps he is a normal ten year old boy and comes home from playing covered in marks. I don't pretend to know personally what it is that little boys get up to, but he is not a normal little boy and has not been so for the last two years.
Severus Snape's extortion continues to be bothersome, but I am at a loss as to what else to do. If not for his potions, I would wake the morning after with scratches, bruises, and a myriad of other ailments due to the inability of the potion to calm the beast within. I will begin to feel the pull of the moon in a few days, the impending change tugging at my muscles and my emotions. I will need to hire someone to check on the steel downstairs, make sure there are no weak points. The last few months, without the exorbitantly priced potion I now have, have been hard on both my enclosure and my body.
I should go see a healer, but I have had trouble in the past finding someone who will deal with one in my position. I am feeling more fatigue these days, though this could be a result of my age and not as much due to my monthly shifting.
No resolutions have been made this year, as past experience has proved that such things are trivial and never come to pass. Still, were I to indulge, I can only think of traveling outside of my comfort zone and perhaps initiating conversation with someone I do not know. I am always instructing my patients to do things that may not be comfortable for them, yet I am unable to do so myself. I am hypocrite in the very worse sense of the word.
10:38 PM
Today was quiet. Were it spring, the day would have been spent in the garden, but with the frost covering the ground, most of my blooms have disappeared. They'll return come the warm weather. They always do.
I fear Nathaniel Mirabella is being abused at home. He has a severe dislike for his foster father, which is not necessarily something that has changed since his transfer to the Fulham's home. However, I have noticed deep and dark bruises covering his upper arms when he does not realize his sleeves have exposed his skin, as well as the coppery tang of recently shed blood. He smells of fear when he talks of home. I have contacted his social worker at the Ministry and have made plans to meet with the woman on Monday.
I do not know what to expect. I am sincerely hoping that I am wrong in my assumptions. Perhaps he is a normal ten year old boy and comes home from playing covered in marks. I don't pretend to know personally what it is that little boys get up to, but he is not a normal little boy and has not been so for the last two years.
Severus Snape's extortion continues to be bothersome, but I am at a loss as to what else to do. If not for his potions, I would wake the morning after with scratches, bruises, and a myriad of other ailments due to the inability of the potion to calm the beast within. I will begin to feel the pull of the moon in a few days, the impending change tugging at my muscles and my emotions. I will need to hire someone to check on the steel downstairs, make sure there are no weak points. The last few months, without the exorbitantly priced potion I now have, have been hard on both my enclosure and my body.
I should go see a healer, but I have had trouble in the past finding someone who will deal with one in my position. I am feeling more fatigue these days, though this could be a result of my age and not as much due to my monthly shifting.
No resolutions have been made this year, as past experience has proved that such things are trivial and never come to pass. Still, were I to indulge, I can only think of traveling outside of my comfort zone and perhaps initiating conversation with someone I do not know. I am always instructing my patients to do things that may not be comfortable for them, yet I am unable to do so myself. I am hypocrite in the very worse sense of the word.