I can't believe how fast time flies. I'm in my first year of Healer training. I'm in my last six months of being a teenager. I've been married to the most amazing man in the entire world for over a year...

Speaking of, said amazing man should tell me what he wants for dinner before I decide I'm too lazy to cook and order Chinese instead.

Anyway, I fell like I've fallen out of touch with everyone. How have you all been?

It's strange being back home after all that time at the beach. Home with the dreary weather, the job, the neighbor that insists on singing loudly and out of tune. I missed it, oddly, but it's hard getting back into a routine after being away for so long. That and Fabian makes it extremely hard to get out of bed and go to work in the morning.

Oh, and if it needed clarifying, I love my husband. Yes, the one laying on the couch reading this when he could be helping me unpack.

( Private )

You know what's fantastic? No? Me neither.

'm in the hospital wing, guys. but i swear i'm fine. really. don't worry, i'm perfectly alright. worrying is for silly people. like gooses. and i don't want you guys to be gooses because i love you and you shouldn't do it on such a lovely day. the trees are singing and the birds are swaying...yeah pretty cool stuff. i'm going to sleep now. bye.

( Private )

( Quirrel )

You know, I actually wish I was taking Ancient Runes now. The lesson sounds like an interesting one.

Anyway, the weather here, while usually horrible, is even worse than usual. It's April 16th. I should be running around outside and having fun! Instead I'll be somewhere in the dungeons practicing my Strengthening Solution and hoping that this will help me on my NEWTs. It'll be a fantastic evening, let me tell you.

Right. Well I need to get back to work. God knows how long it'll take me to get this right.

( Private )

Huh.

It might be a good idea for some professors to listen to Dumbledore and head in the general direction of the second floor corridor. Maybe. You never know.

( Private )

Sunday. A rainy Sunday. A rainy prank-filled Sunday. I think I'll be staying in bed. A lot warmer. And safer, for that matter.

You know something? Malfoy's right. The rest of us are just as capable of pushing someone down the stairs as one with a green and silver tie is. But you see, he forgot one tiny detail. We don't. Just because someone can do something doesn't mean they should. No. Not all those of the green and silver variety are pushing little girls down stairs or killing cats or being general pompous arses, but the fact of the matter is almost all of them are. More harm than good really. I am also not suggesting that we of the yellow and black (as I can't speak for the other houses) are perfect angels. Far from it. But as a whole, we're far more productive members of society than green and silver snobs.

I digress. The point I'm trying to make is something that our dearest Lulu seemed to forget in one of his many holier-than-thou moments.

We of the yellow and black variety do not start fights. We finish them.

( Privado )

Hm...it's raining. I think I'm gonna curl up in a window seat somewhere and read. That's all rainy days are good for anyway.

How is everyone? Have I missed out on anything lately?

For anyone who was wondering, I'll be back at school tomorrow night. Everything has been worked out, and I'm fine. Sorry if I worried anyone.

( Private )

( Professor Dumbledore )

Going to Ireland. See you lot in a week.

( Private )

If the younger years in this common room don't learn to shut their mouths, they're getting pencils in their ears. Thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyone want to help me attack a poltergeist? Because I don't know how much longer I can stand this. We residents of Hogwarts must ban together to stop this monstrosity. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother! Or something.

Really though, can someone just shut him up? I have Potions homework to do.

( Private )

You know something? I think the school's going to blow up. Just saying.

So. Back in the day, (Which was a Monday, by the way. Just a tidbit of knowledge for you.) I was walking down the hallway and I heard all this noise coming from one room. And I knew what Flitwick was talking about! They must have been fighting doxies. It was a doxy WAR! Let me tell you.

WELL, whoever was in this room really needs to learn to keep it down unless they want others to be suspicious of the goings on. Just saying.

Would you believe that, if Quirrel hadn't said something, I wouldn't have even realized it was February? Yes, I am that pathetic and I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time studying. And yes, I do need to get out of here and do something before I go mad, thank you for asking. Is there a Hogsmeade weekend coming up for Valentine's day?

Normally there would be something cynical here about how this is a Saint's day, and we're celebrating the death of a man who performed marriage ceremonies when the law forbid it, and that it's really just a catholic holiday that the card and candy companies use to capitalize on the dreams of young girls. You know, SOMETHING along those lines. But Valentine's Day doesn't bother me that much this year. I wonder why, right?

Erm...I think that's all I had to say, honestly. Well, take care, dress warm, brush your teeth, don't let the bed bugs bite and all that jazz.