InsaneJournal

I've spent the past few days bathing repeatedly, unclogging my pores, and opening every room in the house.

My parents have invited me to Boston for Christmas holiday; they are calling me daughter again.

Blaise is coming to my home tonight. We are going to choose a spa to visit; I hope one with Vietnamese nail technicians, they really do cuticles better than the slags from Coventry or whomever it was at the Muggle salon I went to back in August before it all began. Horrific.

I sat outside, using a heating charm to say warm, just out in the sun for an hour.

And I got a haircut. I had the most horrific split ends, it was worse than getting that head wound.

And on Saturday, I am working at the apothecary.


I can breathe again. Slythindor and all, I can breathe.