Tuesday, January 7th
lemon drops : 66 (I can't help myself), units hot chocolate: 7, positive thoughts: 0, negative thoughts: 697
Had an odd dream this night. I was at a party and saw Aberforth and Hannah with their two children and their three pet goats. A little away from them stood Alastor with Geraldine on one arm and Minerva on the other arm. I walked in and they all started laughing at me. And didn't stop. Then Fawkes flew in through the window, followed by a female Phoenix and three chickens.
Am a doomed bachelor.
Have hardly spoken to Minerva since Saturday. During breakfast she only talks to Poppy who has been a little down for the past days.
Friday, January 10th(lemon drops: have stopped counting, units hot chocolate: 2, number of times I've drawn a heart around Minerva's name: 264
Alastor came bursting into my office this evening. I was discussing the second year curriculum with Minerva. Thought she looked very quiet and silent. Casually asked her what she though of Geraldine. Her reply was: 'an arrogant bitch on which Alastor shouldn't waste his time".
Why Alastor? Why? Why?
Anyway, fireplace started roaring and Alastor stepped out. "I need to talk to you", he said slightly out of breath. Minerva gathered her things and bid me goodnight. And threw an angry glare at Alastor. Then she left.
"What's with her?" Alastor asked. I shrugged and asked what he wanted to tell me.
"It's about Geraldine", he said, falling down in a chair. He told me that she had showed him engagement cards.
"It was all going too fast", Alastor said. "I liked her, but I've never been in love with her".
Asked him how he knew that and then he told me he had been in love with Poppy Pomfrey, a few years ago.
Was very surprised. "Why have you never told me that?"
"I couldn't have told her", Alastor said. "You know we are good friends. I didn't want to risk that and that's why I've kept my mouth shut. But I really loved her. You know, your stomach doing summersaults whenever you see her.
Know exactly what he means. Feel like that all day long. Could also be because of the lemon drops. No, no, I'm in love.
And then I, with my stupid, stupid big mouth told him that Minerva is in love with him. I think he was even more surprised then I was.
"How do you feel about her?" I asked, nervously breaking a quill.
"I've known her for years", he said. "I can't imagine us as a couple. I think we would finish each other off".
Had to grin at that comment. We've talked for a while longer and Alastor says he's going to have a talk with her.
He's not in love with her, thankfully.
Am a horrible, horrible person. Should have told him how great Minerva is and how much she loves him blah blah, but I couldn't.
Should have though. Minerva would not have her heart broken, and Alastor would become very happy too.
And would be left behind, miserable and alone again. Naturally.