Draco's been taken by Montague, and by default, Warrington. Cormac told me when he came home from the Ministry yesterday.

I know why they took him. Every Slytherin knows why they'd want Draco dead. He named people. You don't do that in the den of snakes and not expect repercussions. Our fathers learned that lesson. My father spoke about 'traitors' and how he enjoyed exacting revenge.

I don't trust the Ministry to find him.  they didn't find me for almost two weeks  I know Ginny Weasley is friends with most of the Ministry staff, but I have no confidence in them. Cormac made me promise I wouldn't hunt for Montague and Warrington on my own. I promised. I'll be owling Blaise to see if he'd like to come along. I know he's probably beside himself. He'll jump at the chance.

It is very frustrating that this has occurred right when it appears everything was coming together. My spa. His school. Blaise's clinic. Tracey will be out soon, or so Cormac tells me. This will not be happening. Will owl Blaise now.

Cormac has been acting oddly

For bloody crying out loud.

Opening of spa is more work than had previously thought. Personnel is somewhat of nightmare. Several attractive masseurs, but not a pretty girl one to be found. They all look like Vikings. Disturbing. Have found premesis. In Bath, no less - Manor adjacent! Will be dreadfully easy to incorporate natural springs. Am genius.

Also mounds of paperwork. It's cluttering my desk, I can't think properly. Roses are atrophying with neglect.

Not really.

But this is bloody awful.

It's trying to be queen of own beauty empire.

Idea to hire bushy haired know-it-all must be implemented soon. May have to hex her, but see that as bonus, really.

Was also perusing other paperwork. Cormac's birthday is 15 May. Has he said anything? No. Have had brilliant idea, though for present. Will take some doing. I adore a challenge.

Michael Corner being complete idiot. This is not new news, but still worth a mention.

Why does Beatrice want to be on the parchment while I write? Inky paw prints all over the page. Honestly.

Visited yesterday by Ministry. Harry Potter in my house. Definitely more attractive now than when at school. Looked a little wary of me. What did I ever do to him? Anyhow, Jones witch looks capable. The fact that Vincent spotted in Hogsmeade very troubling. Does no one know how to curse properly anymore? You see him, you curse him. Feel certain wards will keep me safe at home; Cormac is here most nights as well (Still wearing ring. Displeased.). We walked out of doors to his flat one evening this week, very tipsy. Anything could have happened. Musn't allow that again.

Have visited several spas in and around London. Most are Muggle establishments and nowhere near the calibre of the one that Blaise took me to. Have made decision to open one, I think. Will locate it in Bath; natural springs lend themselves to embiance. Will focus on beauty treatments and relaxation. Must see if masseur from France able to be swayed to work for me. Will also need administrator. Certainly don't want to do the day to day. House ledgers give me fits.

Am temporarily in control of Gregory's estate. Is painful, being without him. Countless times have wanted to talk with him and he's not here. I keep thinking of his promise not to leave me again. Irrational, I know. Not his fault. On another note, met with Miles (he also wears ring) to discuss Gregory's holdings. We had quite the thing at school; despite that, I didn't even want to pursue him. Interesting.

Charles Senft bastard sent post saying that yearly reparations are due. Loathe him. Oily, greasy, balding, paunchy, bloodsucking, leering bastard. How long do I have to pay for my father's mistakes? Would letter back with attached galleons saying 'Get stuffed," be inappropriate? I think not. They get the money, I should be able to say whatever I damn well please.

Think I've possibly made mistake. Might be first time, as I know that I'm very nearly perfect, most of the time. 

Let slip how I feel. Stupid bloody locket opened. (Picture inside really good, though.)

Feelings. For fuck's sake. What have I come to? 

As a result, haven't spoken to him all week. He's slept here, and the time spent in bed has been as amazing as ever, but he's come home after I'm asleep and left before I've woken up properly. He did send flowers. Lovely ones. And he hasn't left. Clothes are here, etc. But he hasn't said anything. Is strange. Is making me unbelievably tense. I'm all coiled up, and nothing so far has helped to relax me. 

Would be upset if he left, but Beatrice would probably throw herself of the East turret. And then go live with him. Silly kitten. 

Have contacted Gryff Patil to design uniforms for Gregory's Draco's school. Will meet with her, and probably pick up some things for myself as well. Bloody owl did not have Patil's given name. Can't remember it. Could ask Cormac, but he's not bloody around. 

Miss Trace. Miss Gregory. Where the hell's Michael gone off to? 

Could owl Dean for dinner date. That sounds fun. Or Fred. I could use a laugh. But what I'd really like is him. 

Must get hobby. Blaise and I talked about starting spa. Am thinking of looking into it. Would be something I believe in, in any case. Better than becoming old lady with cat and roses that occupy her time, cursing the neighborhood children for playing on the lawn. Not that I live in a neighborhood. Or have children about, God forbid. 

Now I'm bloody rambling. Perfect.

Am displeased.

Cormac working late. Michael on the continenent.

Gregory dead, Tracey in Jail.

Blaise busy, Draco...? I don't know where he is. Haven't heard from him since the news about Gregory.

Grrrr. Why should visit from little miss perfect life Hufflepuff bother me so? Over a week later, I'm still discontent. How dare she critisize me? Not everyone can have a mother and father who led decent lives and a boyfriend who apparently adores her for no good reason. Well, I do have that.

And why should I feel awful about having told Michael exactly how I feel about her? He did ask, after all.

In other news, bloody locket still doesn't open. Huge surprise.

Beatrice just leapt from her chair with something akin to joy, the silly girl. Cormac must be home.

Good. Could use a distraction.

This is why I don't do relationships.

Relationships. Feh.

Cormac is involved with this group, and instead of getting rid of him, like I would any other man, I find myself giving to what he wants.

He's still wearing that ring.

I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

I keep thinking of Dean. Sweet, talented Dean. It isn't his fault that his parents were Muggles. And Blaise's little bit, who sent me a cake for my birthday, and gave me roses (really beautiful, hardy roses!) for Christmas. I don't want anything to happen to her, either. I'm so sick of this whole thing. I thought it was all behind us. I just want to live. Just live without having to worry about people being shunned or being discriminated against. I don't care about Muggles, but I really don't wish them ill, either. I find I don't like thinking about them at all, one way or the other.

Except for the ones that killed Gregory. I'd definitely take care of that lot. Make believers out of them.

What bothers me most, I think, is that my blood is as pure or purer than any other Wizarding family in the world. Why didn't this group of Cormac's approach me? Who the hell are they? What do they have to hide?

Perhaps should owl Blaise, too.

Been fiddling about with locket. Cannot get it to open. Bothersome. Cormac's very tight lipped about it, and rather smug, even. Says that it'll open when I'm ready for it to.

I'm ready now.

Bugger. Nothing.

Michael's upset over The Mouse. I think he should cut his losses. Of course, I don't know that the other one would be any better for him. Pretty, though. Shall reserve judgement.

No word on Tracey. No word on a funeral.

Tristan's sister at tea asked me about career. Do I need career? Might be nice to actually do something. Wouldn't do to become waste of air.

Cormac working late tonight. Beatrice is waiting by the door for him. Have told her that it's not proper, but kitten does what she likes.

Wish he'd hurry, too.

Got unconvential Valentine, yesterday.

Did NOT get what I wanted.

Have had an idea.

Am determined to see it through to the end.

Tonight.

Have had owl from Draco.  

It isn't true.

This is just Draco's idea of a joke.

I must speak to him about his twisted sense of humour.  He'll likely get hexed for this one.

In other news, Cormac has still not so much as touched me, more than cuddling anyway, since I've been home.  Treats me as if I were made of glass.  I'm fine.  More than.  Is he waiting 'til the full moon on the 16th to see if I suddenly sprout fur and claws?  Because I'm getting cranky.  Very, very cranky.  The roses are in danger.  And I like them.  He really hasn't had time to see anyone else, as he's been very attentive, but one never knows.  If that's the case, I'll make him wish he'd never been born hadn't.

Beatrice is cuddled next to me.  Won't  curse the roses as I don't want to disturb her.

Vincent Crabbe is

I hate him.  I'm never letting go of my wand again

I'll kill him.  I'll killl him,   I'll do it slowly.  And enjoy it

Oscar is being held by the Ministry.  He'd better be glad.  If I ever lay my hands on that thing again I will end him.  I don't care if the Departmant for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures says he has rights, I have a right to cleave his horrid little head from his body.  I don't care how well he mixes vodka with bloody mary mix, he's of no further use to me, and since he's mine- or was father's- I should get to decide his fate. My decision would not include letting him live, in case that is unclear.  Wonder if I have any friends in the House Elf Relocation Department.  I'll relocate the little bastard to the bottom of the Thames.

He had my clothes.  From Hogwarts.  He had a lock of my hair.  He had quills and baubles and every time I woke up he was watching me

Cormac has been beyond lovely.  I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and was displeased.  Amazing that he can still stand to look at me.  Burned our contract to find me.  Bother.  What will keep him around now?  Glamours have been cast.  Moderately better.  Bastard Vincent for doing this to me  Pleased that he's stayed.  Don't want to be alone.

I loathe taking potions.  I find them abhorrent and disgusting.  The alternative is feeling as if crushed beneath the foot of a troll, so I'll take them, but they put me in a right foul mood, or completely knock me out.  

I don't want to leave the house, and thankfully, I'm too tired to now anyway.

If I ever see Vincent again, Azkaban would be worth it.

Feel like shite.  Napping now.