letmestay

I don't think I've slept in a week. Does anyone know if you need a healer to administer dreamless sleep or if you can buy it over the counter?

I just had the most disturbing dream. It came to me, fragmented, like all of the memories came back. The worst part is, the person hurting me was Connor.

Was it real?

This is the first year since the war that I didn't visit my father's grave on Fathers' Day.

I think I lost time today. I was in my kitchen catching up on the weekend's newspaper and next thing I know it was mid afternoon and I was just drawing pictures of my boyfriend. I didn't eat the food I'd prepared. The coffee was cold. I can't find my newspaper. I'd cut my hand and wrapped it up some time but I don't remember doing it.

Have you ever lost time in the present, like now years after?

I know I tend to be a solitary type, but it does feel good to have someone around so often.

Verity, we should do lunch some time. It's been ages and I gather we have a lot to catch up on.

I've been remembering some pretty terrible things. It's all fragments. Voices, threats, pain. I don't know how it all connects, but I know it's real.

Among those fragments are good things too. Flashes of Connor. I've also been having the same dream that I can't tell if it's a memory or a fantasy with his body moving over mine.

I'm finding it very hard to be ladylike around him.

Everyone sure is angry today.

I'm back! France was lovely.

I count myself fortunate that I had a cupcake free week. Also those around me seemed to avoid them, as well.

I had a very nice weekend, for the most part. Though Easter was a bit drab.

There are no good exhibits opening in the wizarding world in London or Paris this weekend. I haven't seen anything in any other wizarding settlements either. This means I'll be looking for an exhibit of muggle art to visit.

I bought a brilliant oil a couple of weeks ago and it was finally delivered to my house today. The show closed last night.

I have to figure out where I want to hang it. Right now it is so awe inspiring to me that I'm not sure I can bear to look at it when I first wake up in the morning, so the master bedroom, while the pallet is agreeable, might be a poor choice. It's very large, though, so I need to be precise in choosing a location.

Something very interesting happened to me today. I was crossing the street in front of the Leaky Cauldron to go through to Diagon Alley when a big yellow muggle vehicle almost hit me. It stopped inches from my leg. The man steering the thing had a bit of metal to his ear and was talking through it to someone (it reminded me of a tele-phone but I remembered from school that tele-phones have strings.)

Anyway, he stuck his head out of the window and screamed some incredibly crude words at me. You can't really do anything in a situation like that. It's not like I can hex a muggle just because he says something vulgar to me. And then this other muggle, walking by his open window, threw a cup of fizzy drink in his face and escorted me off the sidewalk.

It was very hard to explain to him why I was stopping at a derelict, unsafe building, so I had to stop down the street for a cappuccino instead. He was very sweet.

I really do hate those things, the muggle vehicle things. Automobiles. They move too fast to be so heavy. And I was in the crosswalk too!