I am waiting.

The stillness of summer has mired me; and I have done nothing of note in weeks. Spoken to no-one but The Hawk, and even she, seldom. I haven't stirred from the flat Mother gifted me with for any purpose in weeks- the house-elf accompanying it tends to the necessary errands, including purchasing my schoolbooks.

I've been keeping up on my... regular correspondence... but that is all.


I have needed time to think, and I have received it.