Tuesday, February 28th, 1989
I have figured out why I have been sleeping in, and it is not because I had become suddenly and worryingly forgetful.
My alarm did not wake me again this morning, and I had a meeting with Rolanda and Minerva about a new plan to get the Board of Governors to okay the purchase of new broomsticks, again. I have a fair amount of leeway with the discretionary funds, but not enough to get all the brooms needed without the Board's approval… So I used the time turner again, sending myself far enough back that I appeared in my bedroom less than a minute before the spell should have gone off—just in time to watch Fawkes rouse himself from his perch. He was very deliberately watching me, rather than my sleeping self as he landed by my bedside and moved the one silver wire that would disrupt the spell nexus to the off position. Clearly Fawkes wanted me to get extra sleep, even if I have to use time magic and extend my day in order to do so.