Not working makes the days go by slower and slower and slower. I've taken up people watching just to kill the boredom. I tried drawing them for a day or so, but then I realized I have no artistic talent. Go figure. Makes me miss the dragons. A lot of stuff makes me miss the dragons, actually. Like the fact that there's one here, but it isn't anything like my dragons. I started writing, which is probably the only reason I'm being so prolific at the moment, because when am I ever this chatty? I kind of miss the Ministry, too. Things here are always weird, but nothing I have leave to investigate. I'm tired of waiting on people who think my family makes for great reading, tired of missing home, tired of being stuck in impossible situations. I'm tired of feeling relaxed, actually. How stupid is that? I miss home. And my siblings.
And my mom not being all light-headed and wonky. And Dom having good judge of character. And Vic not being a bint. And Teddy sticking up for me. What's that thing muggles say about idle hands? Mum used to say it to me all the time and now I can't remember.