Interesting week.
I received an owl from Christine and Aunt. Apparently mother’s down with a severe fever, and she’s hospitalised in St. Mungo’s. I’m certain that Aunt will arrange something so that mother can return home as soon as possible; she can’t stand being anywhere else except for her room. It’s been a while since I sent her letters. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t, because I doubt she’d read any. She’s… occupied with her own thoughts. She has always been like that. I don’t blame her. I don’t know how to reply to their letters. Tell them that I hope mother will get better? Something like that…
I’ve been going back and forth about this Head Boy matter. There are too many troublemakers around making my life Hell, and I know that things would be better as they were before back when I was only a student. Thinking about it, though, will I be able to get work once I leave Hogwarts? They’ll ask me about my father, and when they find out they won’t hire me. I know I won’t get much help from anyone. Maybe I’ll get more of a chance, at least, because of this position. I’ll just accept the fact that I am going to suffer for the next couple of months until I leave this place.
Huh, I guess I felt like writing a lot.