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Entry Forty
February 10, 2001
This stay isn't what I expect it to be. After I had departed from dinner last night, I was just in my room. Looking out to the snowy grounds from the big window. The scenery is beautiful. The lake is frozen, and the snow is everywhere. This morning, I heard a knock at my door; I just whispered, I am not in the mood; leave me to myself today. Tend to your partner; I don't need a babysitter. I could hear the retreating footsteps. One thing I like about Fenrir is that he doesn't barge into my personal space or force his presence on me.
So, I spent the day reading and taking notes on some ancient runes, which is my day. I packed some snacks in my bag, so I ate them. The only attention I want is from my husbands; I don't care to carry on conversations, create small talk, or even try to get to know people. Because I have no interest in getting to know other people unless I have to, but it's on my terms. I can tolerate and try to compromise, like with Draco and Hermione and now Fenrir and Kerri. I don't know if she's a witch or a muggle; I haven't even asked, or I haven't even been told either.
I don't take the initiative, so I don't mind being alone and doing my own thing. I don't care for company, and I am usually told it isn't healthy to be in that kind of lonely state. For example, when I said I was lonely, I liked my company. Anyway, I am rambling about all this because Fenrir came into my room and talked to me not too long ago. I sat on the sofa, my legs covered with a throw and a book in my lap. I was just being told I needed to be more friendly and open to people. I frowned and scoffed at him. One thing I could slap myself for is that I also did not take into consideration his pregnant partner. I just thought I would be left alone in my room with no expectations.
Because of that, the anxiety is starting to swirl around in the pit of my stomach. Now that I think of it, I haven't interacted with Fenrir for over a year and a half. Does he even know what is going on with me? So I asked him if he was in contact with Blaise, and he said he was. So, I asked him to have him see me at his earliest convenience, and it was an emergency. Fenrir then started bugging about what was an emergency. I said I had some things I needed to discuss with him, and only he would know what to do, and when he came, it would be significant. Fenrir insisted that I tell him right now what was essential and what was an emergency. I couldn't for my life. I told him, "Please stop. I want him here, and until he is here, I'll let you know." I also found out Kerri is a witch. I am tired. Why is it difficult? I haven't even had time to miss my husband or think about him being gone. So, I will lie down and think about him and miss him.
Tired Mrs. Nott
-Authors Note-
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