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It's a bit late, but so much has been happening. I'm not even sure if I should be writing, I'm so tired.
I'll start with the best news first: Oliver told me that he loves me! Finally. And on Christmas! It was more than I could have ever asked for. He gave me a claddagh ring, and he wrote me a little note in Gaelic saying that he loves me. And then he translated it into English. Even now when he says it, I feel this overwhelming joy come over me. I hope that feeling never stops. I don't even know what to say! I can't describe it, how much it meant to me. He did tell me what mo nighean donn, means. I was a little sad at first, but now I'm glad he told me.
Oliver and I moved into our new flat. It's beautiful, and everything is so new. It's silly, but it's like we're starting over together. No more Ema or Vladimir. Just Oliver, Lisa and Francie. Personally, I'd love to have another dog, but I don't know if we would be able to take care of two.
Oliver and I spent New Year's Eve at the new flat, moving things in. His friends, Fred and George Weasley, invited us out for drinks. We went out and danced, too. Oliver is a wonderful dancer. . . I suppose that's what made me decide to initiate something that I probably should never have started. It was good, though. The thought of being caught, and the excitement I felt... I transfigured my jeans into a skirt. Afterwards, I felt really dirty and horrible, and that's what brought on the "starting over" thing. We washed each other clean of Ema and Vladimir.
He transfigured something (I'm not sure what) into this beautiful tiara, too. I put it in a nice box and stored it on a shelf, right above my clothes. I am going to wear it some day, I think, though I can only imagine that it would be appropriate if we married. Merlin knows that is never going to happen. I don't even want to think about it. He said something that night about me being his wife. I'm not sure what to think about it, but I wonder sometimes whether he does, indeed, want me to be his wife.
No, I don't even want to think about it. I'm never getting married, I swear it. I love him, but I can't. It's because I love him that I won't let him propose to me.
Well, anyway, I dismissed my assistant awhile ago, and I'm still waiting for the Ministry to send me the next one. As a result, everything has been chaotic and busy. Sometimes I wonder if getting rid of him was such a good idea, having him do the little work that he did was much better than having all of it to myself. I've been promised one by the end of the week, though, and I can only hope they're going to hold true to their word. I know it's driving Oliver mad, I know he must miss me, because I miss him, too. I hardly even have time to eat once I come home, all I can do is undress and crawl into bed. We haven't made love for two weeks, I think, and that's a bit odd for us. Perhaps this weekend I'll surprise him.
Merlin, if I get one more stack of parchments from the Ministry, I'll tear my hair out. At least I know I'll be free from it on Wednesday. I'll be out all day in Little Whinging. If I expect to do anything over the weekend with Oliver, though, I better stop writing in this and get to work.