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Belgium's boring so far and I've only just got here.

The weirdest thing just happened.

Like, the "I thought this stuff stopped in the Dark Ages" kinda weird!

A woman stopped me in Diagon and asked me to sign a petition aganst Kiki's and the SH and she handed me all these pamphlets. She asked me to take them home to my wife and I told her my boyfriend wouldn't appreciate being called that (cause, you know, best thing to do in an awkward situation is to joke, yeah? So I thought.)

SHE TRIED TO EXCORCISE ME! She called over other people from her group and they all started putting their hands on me and chanting and praying for the demon spirit of homosexuality to leave my body. Lucky me, George was coming out of the SH. I swear, one of them was about to go rabid on me. But seriously?? George turned them all into kittens. He then made this little sign that said "Free Pussy" and left the kitten in a box beneath it in front of the SH until the MLE got there. The rest of the group was so mad, but they stayed at least twenty feet from us after that. George is rather scary sometimes. But the MLE came and told the protestors they had to be bloody civil or they were all under arrest - I can't believe they let them stay, but some kind of human rights law lets them I dunno. But I had to file a report and everything!!

I felt a bit bad. I told George he's liked to get sued over this, but he told me not to worry, he gets sued all the time. (He seemed rather amused by it all.)

Anyway, friendly warning, I'd avoided certain parts of Diagon today.

And Leanne, I'm sorry if you have to go to work today. The other girl - Ashely? She's not really a girl is she? kept making lewd gestures at them through the window. It made this one bloke protesting so red! I thought he was going to explode!! That, at least, was funny. Be careful though. They're loons.


Private to Dean, Shay, Lavender: I'm baking the Patils some bread. I thought, between the lot of us, that we could take them a couple of meals? I know they aren't going to have a lot of time for that kind of thing this week what with Parvati's memorial service on Sunday. I also told them I'd volunteer to sit with Padma some since I'm otherwise unemployed til I move on the 10th. I thought it might do her some good to talk to her. They say people in coma's like that - that they can hear you.

oh god.

Private to Dean: I'm already here. I cried all over your pillows I couldn't sleep alone tonight. I've...I gotta talk to you, Dean. Something important. Come home when you can? I'll be here.

Private to Shay: You alright?

AH! PACKING IS GRR. So, I'm taking this job for a while, just to get some experience in. I'll be in Belgium for now until... well, until something better comes along. I'm going to alternate my weekends between England and Belgium, every other for now, but if anyone needs anything or is planning anything in particular, let me know and I can be home for that. Not thatDean's probably going to find someone else while I'm away

BEST WEEK EVER.

And Belgium this weekend! I know it's touristy, but I want Belgian waffles and beer. Not together... or maybe together, I don't care. I just want it. Covered in blueberries and confectioners sugar... the waffles, not the beer. Anyway, yes. Belgium, here I come!

Dean There are two portkey options. Tonight, late, or in the morning, early. Which do you prefer? You're still coming, right?

And thanks again for my party. I know I've told you every day this week, but it was brilliant. Thank you.

THIS STUPID MUSTARD WEED WILL NOT STOP COMING UP. I think a competing greenhouse sent it to slow us down. Do you think they snuck in during the night? Oh, Merlin!

( Private to Dean )

Thanks again everyone for the support. It means alot. Sorry I've been so quiet, but things have been busy aside from the funeral. I get my Masters certification in 11 days. I've been talking to Gobbelty about my options and looking around for employment. I've had a few interviews, but nothing's that's jumped out at me in the country. I hate to leave all my work at the London greenhouse when I leave. I've put years into this place.

It's going to be a long summer.

Private to Dean: I'm just finishing up some work here. Am I coming over or are you coming here? Either way, I had cheesecake from the cafe down the way with lunch and I got you a piece.

Thank you, everyone. We really appreciate all your thoughts and cards. It means so much to us.

It's almost June... sorta. Well, closer than yesterday, at least!

Also, I have not tripped once this week - GO ME!

Dean is amazing and is going to be on a calendar with the Duck! Everyone should get a copy of the calendar!

This summer is going to be great, I think. Busy, but great. I should finish my apprenticeship by June 1st. I'm going to be a Master! If I ever get my magic back. Do- what am I going to do Anyway, I'm almost done. Just finishing up the last bit of my second thesis for Gobbelty. It's really just a review of some of the projects I proposed working on in my first thesis. I'm not sure if I've met all the goals I intended to, probably not, but I doubt Gobbelty's going to tell me I can't become a Master this late in the game. Right? What if he does?

Private: Leanne, have you gotten your magic back yet? End Private

Private: Dean asked me over for Easter. I can't help but wonder if that's like... as a boyfriend... officially, you know? It's just all been so casual and we've both been so busy that the only time we spend together is in bed and I just don't know how I'm supposed to act or what I'm supposed to do or should I not hold his hand or something because I don't know if his parents know, you know? And I mean, it's one thing having your friends know but it's another thing to have them actually see you together. No one ever sees us together except sometimes the people on the morning run, but I mean, no one ever sees us as a couple - and I mean, we are a couple right? We said us, that we were doing this as us, but I can't remember if either of us have ever used the term boyfriend and ugh. I'm just nervous... and worrying... and what if I mess up and do something wrong?!

SHUT UP NEVILLE. Stop being mean to yourself and stop worrying and stop self-deprecating.End Private

This week is going by so slowly. I wonder if Gobbelty is doing the usual Easter holiday schedule? He hasn't mentioned it, but he's done it every year since I've known him. Merlin, I hope I get Monday off.

I have dirt under my nails and I'm a little sunburned on my forehead, I think (still need to look in a mirror) but I got my garden hoed and ready for planting first thing in the mornings. As per work, I've got all the bulbs repotted in the greenhouse, I've got all the other seeds properly started. I'm dirty, but no worse for wear and today, so far, has been excellent. There is still room for it to get better. It's not even dark yet.

Oh, um, also. Had to come back from Italy early. Which is good. Very, very good.

I got offered a chance to visit a Master in Italy for a month. Balls, I'm such a bad liar. I'll see you lot when I return. I really hope none of you come by the house, or the greenhouse. Thank Merlin I went into Diagon just after sunup and got all the things I'll need for a while. You'd be surprised just how much you can get mail order. Don't ask for souveneirs, as I am poor, but I'll be available by owl and this journal for any emergencies.

Gryffindor bravery my arse. I'm such a bloody coward

I've been wicked busy this week. Spring planting is closer than I thought. I was too preoccupied with everything that I didn't even noticed it's nearly March arleady. Merlin! We've got two visiting Masters coming in next week to help Gobbelty and I get the planting going, plus there is a conference in London that they are here for as well, and we'll all be going to that during the week. Being the largest private greenhouse and only Herbology Master in London, Gobbelty always has his hands full in the Spring.

( Private to Close Friends )

Dean, thanks for the food. I really like whatever I had yesterday. There's olive oil in it - and rosemary? Have you ever had- well, I'm sure you have, but you know, herb bread dipped in rosemary and pepper, sometimes balsamic vinaigrette? That's quite possibly one of my favorite things in the world, in case you were wondering, you know, since you're insistent on there being some sort of dinner or something for my Mastership. And we're- You did send me all this food... I just wanted to make sure it's because we're okay and you're not... trying to placate me with edibles because you meant it about the whole... one time thing - not that I'm mean a relationship, I'm kinda relieved to be on my own again, one less thing to mess up. I just... well, I liked it, you, what happened. Oi, shut it, Nev. Keep your mouth shut. Also, stop writing to yourself. It makes you look insane. On second thought, just scratch that out entirely.

Sometimes I wonder if I could possibly be any more daft. Obviously I can because everyday I do something so absolutely ridiculous that I surprise even me. I can't even - I mean, what was I bloody thinking? That's just it, Nev. You weren't. You weren't and you've gone and been so daft that you've probably fucked up one of your best friendships by being daft.

I just wanted to have a good time, especially after this stupid bloody week - weeks. They just keep bleeding into each other and if one thing isn't happening, something else is happening and I can't breathe from breaking up with Romilda before I'm fucking up something else. And Mum and Dad aren't doing well either.

I took them some cookies yesterday. Mum's shaking is a long term effect of the Cruciatus. Obviously it damaged her never endings at the time, but now that she's older, the Healers say that they are just failing. She shakes because she has no control of her muscles. There was a Healer in the room while we visited and she kept reaching to wipe Mum's mouth, but I finally just told her to leave and I did it myself. Mum didn't need that.

I need sleep. I didn't sleep hardly at all last night.

Hi my name is Neville and I'm an idiot.

[OOC: posted at nearly 5 a.m. and very obviously meant to be private. It is accidentally left public until Neville wakes back up again sometime after lunch, so if your character wants to comment, feel free. I will leave it 'public' for most of today. I like to imagine that Neville has done this before, and he will likely do this again.]

( Private to Dean )

Work has been fine. Lunch has been excellent all week because I'm a lucky bastard with great friends.

Other than not having any free time, life is going alright. Work is decent and Gobbelty mentioned that I might be finally read to be done with this apprenticeship and start my final prep work for my Masters - which is really bloody brill because it feels like it's been - Merlin! It's been six years. I'm an old man already.

Officially the dumped.

Woo, party. Let's get pissed.

Hey, sorry if I blew anyone off today. I've been kinda worried and off-kilter, and sorry if I snapped or anything.

Private to Romilda: Hey, I'm really worried about you. Are you alright? I just- I felt bad about wanted to apologise brought you flowers at work, but they told me you called in sick, so I came by your flat with lunch and you weren't there. Are you okay? I set the soup and stuff on a warming charm on it, if you feel like you can eat something.

Private to Mils: You want to go to this Charity Ball right?