A baby keeps you busy, very busy, but I'm missing a bit of life. Once I can pry myself away from Cian for more than an hour at a time maybe I need to look for... employment. That's probably not going to be for some time though.
What is there to do around here besides kill the monsters that live under bed and try to avoid being mistaken for one yourself? Surely a pink haired metamorphmagus can find
something to do. It's not even got to be work... I just need to remember how to speak to and interact with other adults.
[Filtered to the Weir]Merlin, I need to leave this apartment complex more than once every other week at some point. Logic says Cian should be allowed out at some point as well. I'd think he needs fresh air as much as the rest of us. I've just not wanted to risk it given everything popping in and out of here. But, I guess-- well, eventually he should see what the sun looks like, even if it's not going to mean
that much to him at this age. Should probably see some grass and other people too. (I know, I know, Remus, he has to go out eventually...)
I may go out tonight, a patrol of sorts, if anyone is interested in joining me. I feel like a shit Auror... dementors sucking on Muggles and I'm not doing a bloody thing. I'll find some tonight and make up for it.