InsaneJournal

Current mood:

cranky

(private post)
Getting acclimated to a six hour time difference isn't my idea of a cheerful way to start the summer hols. Not when I'd expected to be home this week, and commuting here as usual. Impolite thoughts regarding Luna's Aunt Beth are a bit thick right now. Antiquated, pointless tradition.

2am isn't 2am anymore, of course. That was inconvenient. I don't have any Dreamless Sleep with me, and I'm not about to ask for any. Berger thinks I'm mad going off on a run in the dark, and she did that whole arms crossed foot tapping thing. It would've been more impressive if she didn't have a sleeping infant draped over her shoulder at the time. She's bringing the kids to the wedding, that'll be fun.

And since I'm alone, I can admit that 1) I hate Ignatius or Aidan or whatever the fuck his name is; 2) he's a bastard of the first order; 3) and I'm jealous of the hold he still has on Luna. There, I said it. I'm jealous of a waste of air. How pathetic does that make me?

I'm not jealous of any of the others, not of them at least. The time they had with her, a little, but them? She's moved beyond them and she's moved on. This Ignatius fellow, he still has his hooks in her to hurt her. She doesn't love him now, I know that, but she's not indifferent either, and I've never seen her that angry before. She was shaking, blindly trying to pick up the broken glass with her bare hands. I've never cowed a poltergeist with just a look before, but maybe it was disorientated after having its bottle unceremoniously smashed against the floor.

Fuck, I should be home. She's nervous enough about the wedding, thinking everything will go wrong. And we haven't had enough time together. Not yesterday when I had the morning shift here for solstice, and there was Scorpius' birthday party when I got back. Not the day before when the morning was taken up with making sure the children had all got on the train and then moving our things to the Hollow. And then I was here again to prep for the solstice project.

This week was supposed to be better. Here these first few days, but home every night. Breakfast with Luna before she goes off to London to the Q. Time together, alone, no students, no staff, no troubles at all. Stupid antiquated tradition.