In between owls from Ernie, lesson plans, the studio books and classes at The Musical Notebook, I've found a few minutes here and there to dream about the future of my studio. And tonight, after spilling the beans to Justin and Padma the other day, I actually do something about my plans.

The clock reads half-past eight in the evening. The studio is quiet, as is Diagon Alley. Ernie’s come and gone with Brio, so it’s just me and the owls. I haven’t gone home tonight because I have so much...I need to get home before Father does--I don't want him or Mum worrying about me--so to business. I Summon another several sheets of parchment and begin my letters to Mr Lofting and Madam Marchbanks

An up and down day today. I went to the park to try and escape, and Connor found me. Later we went to his place... But afterwards, my mind and conscience wouldn't let me rest, so in the end, I told Connor what I did. It went as I expected. Author's Note: Second post has sexual content. Can skip it and go right to the fight if you prefer.

***Later*** I woke up about two hours or so after we fell asleep. My mind wouldn't really shut off and it was hard to sleep once I did wake up. Even with Connor's arms around me and even with the soothing...I'll be miserable.. slowly getting there now. But if I don't tell him, it's going to eat away at me and make it even harder to be with him. So.. I tell him and wait for the inevitable conclusion

An unexpected visitor brings good tidings. That he chose to share his good fortune with me shows how much our friendship has grown since we met back in July.

My doorbell rings while I’m ‘orchestrating’ dinner, as my mum puts it. I put down my wand and go to answer it. “Kevin? Is anything the matter?” “No,” he pants, holding his side. “Just couldn’t wait.”...the linen cupboard. When Kevin comes back to the lounge, I’m all done and standing at my desk looking over my homework assignments, trying to decide what needs to be completed for my classes tomorrow

I had a welcome interruption from work today.

I go through more pictures, putting them into various groups. This part of the job is boring and rather tedious. I know Lisa can do it, but since I took the pictures, I know what I am looking for. I sigh...in my lap. I kiss her, fingers tangling in her hair. She slips her arms around me, kissing me back. We continue to kiss, then I stand up, picking her up in the process, heading for the bedroom

Our schedules finally synched up this Tuesday, so Justin and I got together for a sleepover to watch the Olympics on his new big screen TV.

It’s sort of weird how the schedule worked out. I couldn’t tell you if I’d tried, but regardless, it isn’t until today that Justin and I’ve finally had the chance to coordinate our schedules to hang out...myself plenty of time to get there. I only get lost about twice, but it doesn’t take long before I’m back on the right track and soon I’m standing at Justin’s door, my bike chained up to a tree outside