Living in a time of war is not exactly pleasant, though it does help to keep one's priorities in check. I decided a change in my occupation was in order. More like, I was sacked for taking too many sick days. I don't want to do something I despise everyday, and I have enough saved up to take a little reflection time to decide what I want to do. That's not actually true. Not even a little bit. I feel horrible for those who have lost love ones due to the blind hatred of others in this war. So many innocents have lost their lives, and it's truly disheartening to believe that such hate exists.

All I really want to do right now is curl up under a quilt with a mug of hot cocoa. But even that seems a little selfish.



We probably ought to have a meeting to talk about what James, Sirius and I discovered. Also, to sort of get a game plan going on what we can do to try to prevent more Muggle deaths. I fear that so many unexplained deaths could cause unwanted attention to our world, and I don't think the Death Eaters care.