June 29th, Saturday
Hours spent worrying: countless; hours spent waiting for Remus to return: countless; times asking Molly if she knew anything about Remus yet: countless; mental images of Remus bleeding to death in a dark forest or being captured by Death Eaters: countless… why do I even try counting? Oh, here's an easy one: times having seen Remus around the house since yesterday: 0. Gosh, I'm freaking out, I really am.
Spent the morning looking for Remus in every room I dared to enter. There are still some that aren't completely cleaned out yet, and I don't want to stumble across a boggart. Stupid thing would probably show me Remus dead. I don't know why I'm so obsessed all of a sudden. I mean, he goes out on order missions every day, and I've never really cared before. And I know for example that right now, Hagrid is trying to contact the giants once more, which puts him in more danger than Remus, but I'm not freaking out over Hagrid, am I? Must be the fact that I'm so bored, my brain cells are probably already starting to die.
After lecturing myself for running all over the house (not in search of Remus of course!), I decided to stay put in one place for the rest of the afternoon. Settled for the entrance door, where I could stop every single member of the order who entered the house and ask them about… things.
You guessed right: No news from Remus. Kingsley Shacklebolt finally dragged me into the kitchen at eight, saying that it was absolutely no use worrying about Remus when he might as well be gone for at least two days or longer, and that I shouldn't get myself all worked up about a routine mission.
Went to bed and tried distracting myself with another stupid romance novel (slightly better than the last, though, at least the heroine had her own income and did not work at the landlord for food and logis.).
Guess if I managed!
A/N: Please, review! I'm pretty new at this, so I'd appreciate your help.