Dear Diary,
Tonight. It will be tonight.
I'm still thinking over my meeting with Scrimgeour. I have no idea if he wants me in the post or not. Baffling, and yet not discouraging. He left many things implied but unsaid. He did not correct me about the Azkaban escapees--he must be holding the news of MacNair's re-capture for some reason. Hopefully not because the man expired in that black room...
Harry's birthday was... yet more evidence we are growing apart. And yet, I cannot help but feel if we were not constantly having to creep around, maybe...
No. I should not even imagine realities that are not mine to have. He needs someone who can be his and his alone, and it is only the fact that I am all he can have in wartime that has kept us together. He was there when I needed him most; after France, after Fred. These past months have let me accept the fact that I no longer need him quite so much. I have not forgotten my promise to let go of him... later. Just not yet.
I cannot help but think that after Lucius is behind bars, everything will change. I know letting go of him has to be part of the next big change, yet I cannot quite picture it.
I can think of almost nothing beyond tonight. Perhaps that's as it should be.
I'm still thinking over my meeting with Scrimgeour. I have no idea if he wants me in the post or not. Baffling, and yet not discouraging. He left many things implied but unsaid. He did not correct me about the Azkaban escapees--he must be holding the news of MacNair's re-capture for some reason. Hopefully not because the man expired in that black room...
Harry's birthday was... yet more evidence we are growing apart. And yet, I cannot help but feel if we were not constantly having to creep around, maybe...
No. I should not even imagine realities that are not mine to have. He needs someone who can be his and his alone, and it is only the fact that I am all he can have in wartime that has kept us together. He was there when I needed him most; after France, after Fred. These past months have let me accept the fact that I no longer need him quite so much. I have not forgotten my promise to let go of him... later. Just not yet.
I cannot help but think that after Lucius is behind bars, everything will change. I know letting go of him has to be part of the next big change, yet I cannot quite picture it.
I can think of almost nothing beyond tonight. Perhaps that's as it should be.