Ah, fuck it. I don’t know how I am. I am relieved we won, glad to be doing my actual job again (I made 4 arrests already!! And there’s some Death seaters people transfigured into animals so I think we’ve got quite a few so far!). But. Byron’s still dead. I talked to Terry briefly when it was over, tried to tell him his dad would be proud. Flick’s still. Well. Yaxley’s dead so he can’t answer for ordering her death.
There’s so much to do. And I’m crossing my fingers they don’t lump my office with a vigilante to head it. Because that would just be shite and then some.
How are you?
Come over. I’ve bought ice cream. We’re building a pillow fort. He’d love to see you, I’m sure.