I've never seen a pair more suited for playing in the snow, then my Fred and my George.
( Let it snow! )

Well, George actually listened for once, and when I got home he was fast asleep.

( Poor thing. Both him, and Fred both, have gone through so much lately. )

I've been having the strangest dreams the last few nights. ( I think I'm working too much. )

It feels like I've been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. ( Sooo tired )

I finally had a spare moment this morning, and was unpacking my boxes, when I found an old picture of Jordan and I.

( I had forgotten how cute he was. )

I’m about to drop, I swear. Ever since I decided to take up this article, I’ve been doing nothing but running around. The twins and I have patched things up, I suppose. At this point, we’re all so busy, that it would be hard to tell if we were fighting or not. I’m living back at the house, but still holding onto my flat for another month or so. I can afford it, and it makes me feel a little less nervous.

The problem is… and I probably shouldn’t even mention it, well, it’s that we’ve barely even touched each other since we fought. We’re sleeping in the same bed, and we still curl up like we always have, but they haven’t really touched me. I know the twins well enough to know that their sex drive is never this low. Unfortunately, neither is mine, and it’s grating on my nerves, along with a million other things. I need to relax.

I woke up this morning, in a pile of Weasley. Legs wrapped around legs, fingers threaded together, even my hair was tangled in with George’s, making the most beautiful strawberry blond colour. And for the first time since I left, I felt like a whole person again. ( I wish things had been different... )

I'm sitting here, in my study, in our new home. Half the rooms are still empty, and all of my boxes are still back at my flat, but somehow I already feel like I belong here. ( It's like a dream )

I'm worried about Fred. Ever since I told him about mum and my nightmares, he has been acting differently. I think he blames himself in some way, for the fact that she is gone and he is still here. As if he could have changed anything. He couldn't even have been thirteen when she died. Now with Draco's accident, he's just a wreck. I smelled firewhiskey on his breath at the hospital, and George says he's been into it again.

Today, he asked me if I could take him to go see mum, and I agreed. I just hope that this makes things better instead of worse. It breaks my heart to see my Freddy like this, and I just don't know how to help him.

Draco still hasn't shown any sign of improvement yet, and both Harry and Mrs. Malfoy are at their wits end. It was awful to see him like that, just lying there, looking lifeless. If I am glad of one thing it's that my mum was gone quickly. I can't imagine watching someone just waste away at St. Mungo's.

Well, now that I've done a fine job depressing myself, I should get going. The plants need watering, Dan and Tom need to be fed, and I want to bake some cookies to send to the hospital.

Today was glorious. It was my first full day off, that wasn't filled with publishers appointments or trips to Gringotts, or any nonsense like that. I slept until 10:30, then had a lovely little breakfast on the balcony. That reminds me, I have to remember to ask Fred and George if there will be a patio on the house. Eating breakfast inside, in the summer, is just a waste.

Then I took some of my hard earned money and bought a few new outfits... ( Fashion Spree )

I had a dream about mother last night. Not one of the usual nightmares either, this was different. In this dream I was walking along the riverbank, near where the boys are building the house. I came to the place where we feed the ducks, and there was mum, tossing breadcrumbs into the water. She looked so beautiful, just like I remember her. I must have look surprised because she told me not to worry, that she was just stopping by for a moment, and hadn't expected me to have any tea ready. I felt quite relieved because as it was, in my dream, I was all out of tea.

Mum picked me up and put me in her lap, and suddenly I was quite small, four or five maybe. She told me that she was very proud of me, and she knew I would make the right decisions, when the time came. We tossed bread to the ducks and mum said how lucky I was to live in such a place, and how she missed our old home. I offered for her to come live with me and she laughed. She said that my house would be full enough without her hanging around. It seemed like we were there for hours, and when the sun began to set, she kissed me on the forehead and walked away, over the hill.

I miss mum so much. Sometimes I feel like I would trade anything, just to see her again.

Well, I've done it, and I didn't throw up, and I didn't faint. ( Thank Merlin )

I think I freaked the boys out a bit when they realized that they've asked me to move in, and I haven't even met their mum yet. They were talking this morning about us having lunch together, or something like that. They think I'm working too hard on this article, which might be just a tiny bit true. A little break might be nice. I felt queasy as soon as they mentioned meeting their mum. I know that everyone says she's wonderful, and I know it will be fine. But I still have these giant, lead-footed butterflies, fluttering around in my tummy.

What if I say something entirely stupid? It wouldn't be the first time. What if she doesn't think that I'm good enough for her boys? Fred and George think the world of their mum. Wait a minute... Mrs. Weasley sent me a calming potion just before the last time we were supposed to meet. That silly vial must be around here somewhere.

With all that land, I could plant some proper lemon trees, and raspberry bushes! Then we could have raspberry lemonade on those hot days. And we could string a hammock between the trees, in the shade.

I think yellow would be a nice colour for the bedroom... I wonder if the boys like yellow?

I feel like a twit... ( but likely the happiest twit in existence )

Hawaii is beautiful, but.. ( there's no place like home )

Well I've packed and re-packed, and then taken everything out and packed again. ( There's never enough time )