It's been almost a year since I've written in this journal. A lot has happened in my life since then.
Snape's death, I think, still hasn't completely hit me. For two years he was my constant companion, and to this day I still turn to tell him about something I recently read or a thought I had. He's not here, and it's my fault. I should have listened to him. I should have done what he told me, and he'd be alive. We might still be on the run, but he wouldn't have died protecting me.
And now, Granger owes me a bloody life debt, which seems to have no ending that looks promising. Hermione Granger, there's a person that's changed. She doesn't look anything like I remember, somehow growing into all that hair. She's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, being a Pureblood and in the circles we used to keep, I've seen my share of beauties, but she has a certain charm. I could sort of see what Weasley thought. But sometimes, when she opens her mouth for example, it sort of distracts from her looks. While I might not agree with everything she says, she is intelligent. Extremely intelligent. Beauty and Brains in someone with her heritage seems almost criminal, but I digress.
My mother has come back. Apparently she was trying to find a family member who still had a bit of influence to help me get out of Azkaban. I don't know if she still feels betrayed by my aunt or if she is simply that abhorred by muggles. I
was as well, but it's different now. Living without my wand, having to do everything the way my uncle and his relatives do can put things into perspective. While they don't have the convience of magic, they have worked out their own ways of making things easier on themselves. Autos are rather impressive, as are microwaves. Don't put anything silver in a microwave though. It gets really mad and sets itself on fire. I've never seen anything like it.
The greatest invention, though, is the telly. I'm telling you, if it weren't for that thing I would be completely stir crazy. I wonder how they get the people in the picture to talk and such. It's wonderful. The wizarding world catch on introduce them to the masses.
I've also caught up with Pansy. She looks just as I remember, if not a little sad. She was always so pretty but a bit vapid at times. She's one of my oldest friends and I can tell that this war has changed her, for the better or worse remains to be seen. She's in charge of her family's estate, which is a daunting task given her their finances, but she's smart, much smarter than people give her credit for, so she'll figure it out after a bit of help.
Anyway, I should get going, the quiz show I watch is coming on the telly.
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