Journal of Albus Dumbledore
Week # 5
I must say that I was very much looking forward to writing in you this week. Perhaps by recording everything that has occurred since my last entry, I will be able to figure out what I did wrong. You see, all week Minerva has been avoiding me. And she is rather good at it, I must say.
I believe this behavior started during a chess game that I had asked Minerva to join me in. I decided to tell her about my lunch date at the beginning as to get it out of the way. From that point on she seemed to grow distant and once separated I do not believe we have been alone again until last night when I finally confronted her.
I would like to take this moment to say that this week has been miserable without Minerva. I guess I never realized how much we interacted before. At all the meals, she is the main person I turn to for conversation. However, this week she refused to speak to me unless necessary. And it is not uncommon for one of us to stop by the others office to check in during the week but when I went by she was never there. Not to mention our beloved chess games of which there have been none since that night. I was also surprised at how often I turn to her for advice. I fear that my neglect of her has pushed her away. I thought I had realized the error of my ways a few weeks ago but I found out the hard way how wrong I had been.
Minerva has been my dearest friend since she started teaching here over thirty years ago. Her sense of humor and intelligence drew me to her immediately. I even made a few moves toward a deeper relationship early on. They did not work out, to my eternal disappointment, but we have continued to be the closest of companions ever since. I see that of late my attention has slipped. I cannot remember the last time, other than dinner the other night, when we have had a meal just the two of us. Many weekends would find us in Hogsmeade together but not of late.
When I realized what I had done, which to my undying shame was not till later in the week, I sent Fawkes to find her location. I then made a surprise visit with a tin of her favorite ginger newts. Let us just say that she was less than pleased. I have only been privy to her famous temper on rare occasions and it has never been directed at me. Unfortunately, this was not the case at our meeting. I tried to apologize and even groveled a bit but it was to no avail. I ended up having to flee before being cursed out of existence.
I am afraid that I still do not know what I did but I swear I will find out. I just need to use some protective shields the next time I approach her. And Fawkes has been no help. He seems to have sided with Minerva and has been uncooperative of late. I do wish I understood witches, and phoenixes for that matter.
I must end my entry for the night and I apologize for its' shortness. This infernal headache will not go away and I am sure Poppy has just the thing for it, if I can find her.
Before I forget, I did meet Ms. Orchid for lunch on the weekend. I am afraid that I was completely distracted and not terribly good company. While we were having our desserts, she brought up her intentions. I was quite surprised to find out that she was interested in starting a relationship. Although I was more than flattered, I told her that my heart belonged to another and that I would have to respectfully decline. Needless to say, she left rather upset. I suppose that this is just not my week where witches are concerned.
Until next time…