Lavender Brown!

It's official!

I am now a full-fledged Mediwitch at St. Mungo's!

Although all of this has been a right pain in the arse, I feel like I'm finally doing something good with my life. Something substantial. I know somewhere, my mum and dad are proud of me.

I feel like my life has turned into one big joke. It's pretty horrible, really. I don't want to be another person sticking my head in the sand, but is there a possibility that this registry might actually do some good? No? I'm just being optimistic, aren't I? I tend to do this when I'm worried.

I think I might go to Spain for a little while. I need to clear my head. I'm in a rut and I'm not sure how to get out of it!

Remember the time where Rita Skeeter was a daft bint? Oh wait! That time was right now. Anyone surprised?

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I want to go on an actual date.

Shocking, I know.

Why does it feel like the world is falling apart?

I feel so powerless.

It's strange how much your life can change in a blink of an eye, hm?

I know it might sound silly, but as much as I'm hurting right now, I know that if my dad had chose a way to go down, that would have been it. He loved his job as much as he loved me. He's probably with my mum somewhere watching down, thinking I'm acting like a bloody idiot with all my blubbering.

When I think about it that way, it makes things alot easier. Like I said, silly. That's me, though. No one has ever taken me seriously.

I'm looking at flats now. I can't afford to live in our house alone, and besides it holds too many memories. I need a clean start, I think.

I'll be returning to St. Mungo's on Monday. It will be good to go back to work.

Oh, and thank you for the condolences, everyone. It meant alot to me.

My father passed away yesterday. I have alot of planning I need to do.

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I miss you, daddy.

Just an update. My father is doing much better, though he's staying at St. Mungo's to be taken care of. I'm forcing him to retire even though it means I'll never get to move out of his house, ever. I'm really ready to try it out on my own, but I'm not about to leave him there alone. If we could afford it, I'd hire someone to watch him, but...bah. He probably wouldn't take too kindly to that anyway, eh?

I need to get out. Anyone want to hit up a club with me sometime? Pretty please?

Here's me...in panic mode. Oh, I don't even know what to do. I'm no good at this sort of thing. At...dealing with tragedy. It's hard enough working at a hospital and seeing people die, especially with the attacks...

Poppa is at St. Mungo's. He was part of the squad called in for the werewolf attacks, and well...his condition isn't good.

He may have to stay there for quite some time. He's already too old to be doing this sort of work, and now I just don't know what to do!

I'm in our flat and it's so terribly lonely and scary and I can't do it. I've been staying at the hospital too much and it's beginning to affect my mental stability.

I could use a hug. Or some butterbeer. Or a shag.

Does anyone have any advice? I don't feel safe by myself right now.

Oooh, I love this journal bit. I haven't had a chance to use mine up until now, but I figured I could give it a whirl. This is such fun.

I've been up to my eyeballs in work over at the hospital. I'm absolutely buggered. I've been thinking of throwing a party at my pop's house and I was wondering who would want to join in on the festivities? It's been so long since I've been a pisser I feel like a little fun.

Ahh, well. Maybe it's too early after the incidents at Diagon Alley to want to play. Still, I think it could be jolly fun.

Come visit me if you're ever in the area!