journal entry; #003

[tt_adrian]

[Private] -- It's been quite a first Christmas, that's for sure. Despite Dagny being too young - she's not even ten days old, yet! - to know any better, she was showered with gifts: soft things my sister had knitted, family heirlooms from Mum and Dad, books from Will's childhood that he brought over with him. You'd think they had packed up all of Pucey Manor in England and all of their home in the Islands when they came over. But they all seemed happy today, happy here, and that's really all I can ask... I ran into Ginny Weasley last night. Stopped by the Pub to have a drink and relax among non-baby-peoples, and then she was sitting not far from me at the bar, all of a sudden. Something about seeing her, puts me at ease. When I'm worried about my family or think back to the day that Dagny was born... I haven't known her long but she's been an incredible friend. I suppose this is mostly because... Well, outside of family, I never really had close friends. I knew my housemates and my teammates, I was friendly with them, I suppose, as friendly as I ever got, I'd say, but not friends with them. They weren't people I would reach out to or rely on. And it certainly doesn't hurt that this kind, smart, open witch is an absolute knockout. Alright, so I haven't been able to stop thinking of her, and on top of all the other differences in life this year, that one might be the most perplexing.