Seriously?

I'm glad to see you've improved a little, Snuggle Bear. I hope the Meadowes thing didn't bother you too much? Not enough to relapse, at least

So, in order (ha) to alleviate some of the constant boring-ness of my jobless life, I've begun contributing to Adam Jordan's wireless show, and I've got my eye on co-presenting whether he likes it or not. I don't know if any of you listen to it but I've done a few stories in the last few weeks and, as soon as it's expedient, I'm going to slip in political commentary where I can.

While I have your attention, does anyone know anyone smart who is trustworthy and jobless and loves adorable children?

Alright there, Potter? Do you need anything?

Did one of you do or say something to upset Moody?

If you keep ignoring me I'm going to set your bed on fire.

What happened?

Something is wrong and I don't know what and I don't like it.

I am alive. I have two functioning arms. Where am I needed?

I need you to talk to you, later, if you have a minute. Don't leave Abe if he needs you, I understand.

You're okay, right? I know you're okay, but can I hear it straight from you?

Are you alright? Do you hate me?

Have regained control of myself and my journal. Still want to punch Malfoy in the face, but won't. Not yet, anyway.

As always, you're saving me when I'm supposed to be saving you. Thank you.