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Finished holiday shopping today. I will send owls tomorrow. I am tired. Jack already has his, and while he liked the books, he's been on the training broom Ron sent him all afternoon - and has the brusies and scrapes to prove it. I also passed out my gifts to the MacDougals. Mac like her knew girlie boots and Brody seemed to like the leather wrist band I got him with the celtic design burned into it.

At some point I will have to go home. Funny how I am reluctant to.

Damn Percy Weasley anyhow.

This is the third day in a row I have been an absolute wreck. The only person I can even speak to about it is Molly, and she's been busy. I am very pleased he's alive, estatic even, but I do not know what to do now. There were plans before, but that was six years and one burly Scotsman ago.

I have been so out of it, I forgot Mac's birthday. I must make time for her.

Jack seems to be holding up rather well. He doesn't seem phased at all that his dead father is not so dead. He just wants to visit his grandparents and go to school. He's been very normal. Almost as if it never happened.

It is okay for me to be happy again. It is okay for me to be happy again. Jack needs a whole family. He needs a mother and a father figure. It's been six years. I can do this. I can let my guard down for Jack's sake.

I owe a woman I have never met a debt. I don't like that. She left before I could thank her. Jack calls her Tori, but Kristen said that's Angelina's "Astoria". Astoria Dolohov. She comes in often. I have to speak to Brody about Luna's offer. For some reason when I am around him, I always find something else to speak about.

I was late to work today. Hannah was very forgiving. She always is. Jack had a nightmare that someone was trying to hurt me. He absolutely would not be calmed this morning. It was only Brody insisting that he would never allow anything to happen to me that got Jack to actually release my arm so I could get dressed. This worries me on many levels, and as we have been a bit busy for lunch, I could not think upon it.

Now I can.

Bugger.

I can not sleep. Jack's been tucked in for hours, and even Farrah has nipped off to bed. Ginny found out about Jack today.

I told Brody and Morag MacDougal. Mac's such a good sort, and so is her brother. They're very lovely people, and Brody offered to let me rent a room at Three Broomsticks. I would actually like to live in the village. It would be close to the school, and the people there are so affable. However, I think Brody offered because of Farrah. I get the impression he does not approve of her and vice versa.

I must owl Molly Weasley. Ginny's quite right. Why do I feel ill?