Bloody incompetent bloody house elves, and bloody shops that don't send reminders of when things are supposed to be picked up, and bloody books that distracted me...
My journal was acting decidedly strangely- continually coming up with messages such as "page not found", which was clearly ridiculous. I could see it. So I had one of the elves take it into Hogsmeade for repairs. Bloody newfangled charms and their bloody "teething problems".
I have been researching almost continuously of late, only really taking breaks for food and lessons. Oh, and sleep, of course, occasionally. As a result I completely forgot to retrieve my journal from the shop, which is why I have been incommunicado recently. However, it is back in my possession now, and I intend to catch up with what you all have been doing.
It would appear that congratulations are in order, Draco, Pansy. I was wondering when it would be formally announced. To make up for my lack of presence in your lives lately, feel free to bore me senseless... I mean, feel free to regale me with all the minutiae of wedding planning. Pansy, I'm even willing to talk about fabric swatches and dress fittings, should such a thing be necessary.
Draco- may we meet this week? I'd like to speak with you. I'd quite forgotten how lonely it can get without your constant mocking. Consider it my treat- a congratulatory meal. I'll even let you choose the restaurant, though please remember that I am but a humble teacher, and I'd rather not have to sell of the contents of my father's wine cellar in order to pay for our meal... he does so hate it when I do that.