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Entry Thirty-Nine
February 09, 2001
I arrived at Fenrir's home yesterday, hoping to see my husband before I left. We got to his home in Norway in the early evening. Fenrir's home is a beautiful cabin sitting right next to a crystal clear lake in the mountains. The home was very comfortable, with big windows facing the lake and the surrounding area. We are in a National Forest area or something called Rago, but there is no other living soul aside from animals and magical animals roaming the forest and mountains. The home is beautiful; my room is by myself at the far end of the house. It's a big room, with big windows. I have my essentials: a king-size bed, vanity, plush sofa, dresser, closet, and my own bathroom with a walk-in shower and tub. All my favorite blankets, pillows, and things were already in the room. I was told my emergency potions were on the nightstand beside the bed. Cozy.
I got to meet Fenrir's girlfriend or wife, and I don't even know; he just said his partner. Okay, whatever that means. She was a petite lady. She appeared very simple and said to call her Kerri with an i. She is pretty, with curly hair that is shoulder length, and she looks very delicate, with rosy cheeks and a button nose. One thing is, she is very weary of me. I don't know where he met her or how he met her. I don't know when my husband even made arrangements with him for me to stay here with them. She stands to my shoulder. Her name is Kerri, and she is heavily pregnant. I just introduced myself to her and said I'll have my meals in my room. I don't think I will be staying here that long.
That led Fenrir to come to my room and ask why I wanted to have my meals there. When he walked in, I was sitting at the vanity, looking at my gloomy self. Urgh, I already knew this was going to happen. It was straight to the point. Fenrir asked me why I kept my distance from his "partner." I just told him, "Look, your "partner" is heavily pregnant. I don't know her; I don't want to stress her out; even just being around someone who doesn't know me, I give off idk some bullshit aura that creates a tense and stressful environment. Plus, I don't know how to make pleasantries. I am going to stress this poor lady out, and she is going to go into early labor. Look, I don't know what my husband thought when he thought coming here was a good idea. I get the isolation and being way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. Obviously, this is a man's planning, not even taking your pregnant "partner" into consideration. Why are you even asking, like you already know my disposition and how I am? Did she cry to you already?" He responded, "Oh, I know how you are, but she doesn't. And yes, she cried, saying you didn't like her and keeping her distance. I just rolled my eyes. Like I can tell her myself I'm fucked up, and don't want to cause an early labor because of my fucked upness. But, like, that's not going to be any better. So that led to me having the most awkward dinner ever.
I have a lot for this damn entry, so several years ago, well not even several years ago, like a couple of years ago, I found this lovely little cabin out in the mountains of Abisko, Sweden. Maybe Fenrir can connect the flow between there and here, but I doubt it. If Theo found out, I would be put in a damn dungeon.
But back to dinner. It was uncomfortable for me, and I barely ate and just wanted to leave. When I finally left, Kerri was crying. I miss my husband. I want to go home, not even home. I want to go back to the manor.
Hungry and annoyed, Mrs. Nott
-Authors Note-
Hmmm…