Tonks.

I can't believe this is happening. I want to ask Kingsley to pinch me. Hard. So I'll wake up from this nightmare. But it's real. Realer then real.

Part of me wants to say "It can't get any worse than this." but I know that it can. And probably will. We better be ready.

Anybody want to go to the Celestina Warbeck Concert tomorrow night?
It's picnic in the park style. Out door concert. I'll bring the wine, you bring the blanket to sit on.

PLEASE SAY YES. Somebody! Anybody!

This. Is an emergency.

(I already asked 'Dung and he's busy. See what I mean? It's an emergency.)

Sweet Morgana of the Lake. Nympha-I-Adore-Ya Tonks? I want this to be from Dung' so badly and yet, I know it's not from him. His postcards always have naked wizards on the front. This one had hearts. Hearts and flowers. And a teddy bear.

He can implore all he wants, but I'll be ignoring him if it's the last thing I do.

Bit strange to be back at my flat. I haven't been here in over a year. All my plants are dead. Knew I forgot something when I left. Not sure how he found out I was home, but there were flowers waiting for me on my doormat when I got back. From Stan. Stan Shunpike. Flowers and love poetry. Bad love poetry. When will it stop?!

The only good thing about it is that it somewhat distracts me from events in the real world. Which aren't very pleasant. Not that you need me to remind you of that.

Well, here I am. Nymphadora Tonks. Auror. Professor. Among other things. And here I sit, waiting for my liquid lunch. What I wouldn't give for a meat and potato pie, but I've been told that I've got to take it easy on my stomach as it took quite a beating the other day. I think my kidneys did, too. Never knew exactly where they were before, but now I know. Might have Madame Malkin design me robes with kidney protectors in them. Just in case.

Wish I could at least see who is around me, but Pomfrey's got sectioned off and blocked from the 'real world' with curtains. Why? I have no clue. It's not like I'm contagious!

I'm dying desperate for some real conversation. Somebody? Anybody? Even Moody would be welcome at this point in time. I'm always up for a bit of a chat on constant vigilance.

All this talk of seances. Almost makes me want to take part.

Almost.
Once you use your crystal ball as a bowling ball, there is no turning back. Shame, really. I think I'd look great in a turban.

Okay!
Which one of you lot thought it would be funny to send me LOVE LETTERS from STANLEY SHUNPIKE!

HAHAHA! Fred? George?
Fess up.

Not funny! Joke's over! Please, for the love of all things magical, call the singing telegrams off! I can't stand it anymore. I'm going deaf. Too much Celestina Warbeck for my own good.

You'd think being the neice of the Ministry of Magic would have some benefits. Okay, okay. I'm kidding. Can't wait to use that line at a party.


But seriously. Nobody's dead. (Yet.) So that's a good sign. I'm still confused on the details. How somebody....how Lucius Malfoy ended up Minister is beyond me. I wonder who he paid and how much. Who he killed and and how long he tortured him for.

Been keeping my eyes on the kids around here for suspicious behaviour. Wouldn't put it past people to set their kids to spying. Everyone seems pretty torn up about that Greengrass girl. Horrible news, that. And yet you still hear the whispers, "But she was a Slytherin." That in itself should be a warning.

Oh happy day!

I was dead chuffed to discover I got a Valentine from more then just Stan Shunpike this morning. That is, until I read the verse on it.

Roses are red,
Violets are pink.
YOU STINK.

How rude! I'll have you know I shower quite frequently.

And speaking of showering, you lot need a COLD SHOWER. Why, it's worse then the creatures in the lake, all the canoodling going on here. I could have sworn I saw my cousin snuggling with somebody in the library, but I'm not 100% sure. I was distracted by some second years asking me about my wings, and when I looked back, he was gone.

Anyway! Happy Valentines everybody!

It seems some of our students are leaving Hogwarts for various reasons. Miss Zakrzewski, Mister Pembleton, I wish you both the best of luck in the future.

Hestia, how have you been? Have you had a chance to bump into Hogwarts' lovely career counseller? I did. If you can, avoid him at all costs! He's very. Friendly. Overly friendly. I introduced him to my boot, so I don't think he'll be bothering me again anytime soon, but you might want to keep an eye out for him.