I feel like an idiot. I went out for an early walk through the park this morning, saw two men and said a polite hello. I figured that was what people do in this time, you know before stranger danger and all that. They ran from me like I was a monster. I didn't figure it out until just now. They were holding hands. They must have thought that I was letting them know I had seen them. Like a judgement, or worse, a threat.
We're being busy. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that the bus is almost back to normal. Most areas are now open. We also picked up a new passenger. His name is James Sirius Potter. He'll be in Room 31. I hope to see all of you soon. It's strange without all of you here.