Did a bit of retail therapy this morning. I still feel rotten about Neville. He's my friend. He always will be. I had a bit of a crush on him at one time, but Blaise has overshadowed anything I ever felt for anyone else ever. I still can't believe Morag MacDougal is living with Neville. That's crazy. I should apologize to Neville. I don't like to think of tension between myself and my friends. But Mad Mac?

Then again, I did not know her well at all. Perhaps, like Blaise reminded me, she is different. I know I am now. I am less frightened of the world. I know it still can be a very ugly place. The whole thing with Pansy Parkinson convinces me of that. I do hope they find her well and soon. Draco can't take much more of this waiting. He puts up a good front, but even I, who knows him the least, can see the cracks in his facade. How much he cares for Pansy makes me know I am not wrong to give him my loyalty. He and Blaise are a great deal alike. They are both a bit solitary. They have their set of people, and that's all they feel they need. Draco has mentioned introducing me to Millicent and Greg. That makes me dreadful nervous. Millicent Bulstrode is scary. But so is Blaise's mother, and I didn't disentigrate in her presence.

Draco gave me a piece from his mother's remaining jewelry collection. It's a silver snake braoch with red jeweled eyes. Rather scary. He said it's a claok pin, actually. I don't even own a cloak. Now he's talking about buying me one. Needless, I say, but as if he can be talked out of an idea once he's got it in his head. Stubborn.

I am packing Blaise a lunch and taking it to him at work today. I want to see him. Plus Draco's restless today and driving me mad with his pacing and need to go swinging that ugly snake-head cane of his father's about. He's going to knock himself out or take one of his legs off.

Someone mailed him a mouseskin. She's a dear thing. He named her Muffy. Stitches has not seen her yet, as she has not ventured out of my room since I have been at Catter's End. Cat seems content with her own little space. Plus, she does not appear to like Hairy at all. Sunshine however, gets along with Diablo. Which is odd since Draco's owl likes to bite people so much. But Diablo lets Sun share his perch. When I suggested to Draco that his owl might prefer boy owls, Draco gave me the oddest look. Then he said good for him. At first I thought he was upset that I was suggesting his owl was gay, but then I figured out that it was just that he was shocked that *I* had suggested it. I may be innocent of a lot of things, but I'm not completely sheltered.

I'm off to pack lunch.