Hannah

the schoolgirl...

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 05:41:10 GMT

I might have made a mistake.

My dorm mates are annoying. Well, the three I have actually talked to are. The fourth has been elusive so far. One blonde and three brunettes. One of the brunettes with streaked hair. The giggling three are Trina Kennedy, Tara Lynn Shumer, and Maxine Middleton. The quiet one is Elaina Mims. Trina is the curvy one with the streaks. Tara Lynn is the blonde. Maxine or Maxi has brown curls. Elaina's hair is straight as a pin. Long and brown. She's tall and willowy. One of them snores. Loudly. I have not figured out who. Tara Lynn knows I snuck out last night. She wants to know if I'm sneaking out to meet Nate Dane because "everybody" saw us together yesterday at the sorting feast. I need to talk to Nate. They'll probably leave me alone and not tattle if they think I'm meeting him. They're far too interested in hair charms and make-up and chasing Professor Weasley to suit me. They gossip about people. I've even heard them gossipping about me already. Well, not Elaina. I haven't gotten to what she's interested in. It's not gossip though, so that makes me inclined to like her. Plus, Stitches, who does not like ANYONE, seems to like Elaina. I caught her sleeping on the other girl's bed earlier.

I'm worried for Harry. I know Draco is taking care of Ginny, and I don't want to crowd her. Harry's owled a few times tonight. The terrible three want to know who's sending me owls and think it's SOOOO romantic that Nate is owling in the school. Boy, are they going to freak out the first Hogsmeade weekend when I meet up with Blaise and probably Draco. I miss them already.

Everyone seems to want to talk about my "adventure" with Lucius Malfoy. I have to wonder how they all seem to know about it. Not that it was a secret or anything, but I don't exactly feel like discussing it with any of them. Professor Sprout told me I have to see a therapist once a week in Hogsmeade to "deal" with the events of this past summer. I think (hope) she was just talking about the kidnapping and torture because I don't think she knows about the exorcism.

Tomorrow is my first day of classes as a seventh year. I'm meeting Cass in the library after classes to study tomorrow night. I don't feel like trying to be in the common room. At least Pince will make everyone be quiet in the library. Fewer questions, though just as many stares.

before the wedding

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 16:35:31 GMT

It's a bit hard to believe that Alfred Lovegood's wedding is already here. The cake is made. I took a snap. I'm so excited. My first wedding cake.

My dress is safely hidden from prying Slytherin eyes for now. Until I have to put it on. If either Blaise or Draco saw it, I doubt I'd be allowed out of the house. It's a lovely dress. Emerald green and shiny. But a bit bare up top. I couldn't resist it though. It really makes my eyes look green, and it's one of those things where I tried it on, and the dress seemed as if it had been made for me.

This time next week, I will be getting ready to return to Hogwarts. I am a bit nervous. I'm going to miss Draco. I have gotten very used to seeing him almost every day. Plus, he's up to something. That worries me. I adore him, but some of his ideas and plans... well, they're crazy people plans. It makes me not want to leave. I also considered not returning so I could stay with Blaise. But I don't think I should deviate from my long-term plan just because I think I might be ~~falling in~~ liking a boy a little too much. I think I shall just have to find a way to see him while at Hogwarts, and I think I know the perfect person to talk to about that. I just won't tell him WHY I want to know.

Blaise seems well, and the new potions Neville had me put on seem to be working wonders. I haven't had an episode in over a week now. It's almost as if the whole thing with Lucius Malfoy never happened now. Almost. I still have nightmares though.

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:54:05 GMT

I went and got my cure today like a good little witch even though I have showed no symptoms. I got Muffy her cure too. Draco said I could have her. He never liked her anyhow. She's so adorable. He says he has enough to handle with Hair. So now I have an owl, a cat, and a mousekin.

I miss Blaise's voice.

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 04:06:21 GMT

I can do this.

owls to send

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 23:14:27 GMT

Sometimes Draco makes me want to hex him. He's just been tearing his hair out and Ginny hunting the last two days - with NO luck. He didn't think to warn anyone. Didn't even think about it. Well, except Millicent Bulstrode, and that's only because she owled him first. He's the dumbest smart person I know. I can't be too terribly put out with him though. I've never seen him so upset.

I have owls to send. People to warn. At least to Harry and Luna. If Millicent knows then I'm sure Greg does as well. As for Snape, Crabbe's dumb, but I don't think he'd be dumb enough to go after Snape. I'm sure the nasty cranky pants is perfectly safe, though to be an animagus on the wall if Crabbe were that stupid. I wonder if I should owl Ginny's father to warn him? I should probably owl Lavender Brown and Remus Lupin as well since Draco was consulting them about this. I'll wait on Lavender though.

She likely has enough to deal with with Parvati Patil's death. I had no idea. I read about it in the Prophet. Sad how the obits are the only things they seem to get correct. How dreadful though. I will send flowers. Neither of them were ever what I'd call my close frends, but we were in the DA together. I feel a pang of sadness and would like to show my respect.

Draco's incapacitated currently. He hasn't been sleeping or eating properly, and I had quite had enough of that, so I fed him biscuits with one of my sleeping draughts baked in them earlier. He's currently snoring like a muggle buzzsaw on the pervy couch. I hope his dumb butt gets a good feeling up.

I will send the owls, then get the last of my supplies for the exorcism.

I'm ready. I can do this. WE can do this. I'm ready. I'm not afraid. ~~Only I am~~

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 20:27:01 GMT

Ginny's gone missing. Draco's in denial about why. He's also out looking for her, as if HE will let himself be found by Draco again. I'm going to get supplies. I figure I'll be needing salt, smudging incense for the exorcism, and black candles.

I figure I'll also let myself be seen. See how effective I am as bait. I know he wants to strangle me. I invite him to try.

July 19, 1999

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 19:55:26 GMT

I am at home.

Draco wants to have my birthday, and I told him we aren't having it until Blaise can come. He has strange hiccup issues. He glared at me when I told him the way to get rid of hiccups was to put your head between your knees after drinking ten gulps from a glass of salt water from the wrong side of the glass.

Tindy is hovering. She keeps asking me if I need anything.... about every 5 minutes. Draco has moved everything in my bedroom to a room down the hall from his. He even decorated it in pink stuff. All pink. Well, mostly. He says this is my room now.

I am going to the hospital every day to visit Blaise. I have to go three times a week for therapy anyhow. I also plan on visiting Draco's Aunt Andromeda. She could probably use more visitors.

I also plan on dropping in on Greg Goyle. Draco has insisted I wait on calling on Millicent Bulstrode. He said she's ticked at him. I don't blame her. Thing? Honestly. I do hope she gets over her upset soon though. Draco doesn't have that many friends. Which reminds me, I must renew my efforts to find Ernie, and owl Susan. Time keeps getting away from us. I'm not going to let it do so any longer.

I miss Blaise's voice.

first Wednesday in July

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 16:59:11 GMT

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 broach with red jeweled eyes. Rather scary. He said it's a cloak 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 mousekin. 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.

June 6th

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:30:54 GMT

Oh dear.

Stphen Cornfoot has finally owled. I don't know how to respond. I will though. As soon as I figure out what to say.

So many things I need to figure out. I suspect I've gotten Blaise in trouble with Draco. I didn't mean to, but, oh dear, something about Blaise Zabini makes my ration thoughts flutter away. I can't believe I told him I wanted him to... to... well you know. With me. Oh dear.

I should have been kissing people for years though. It's ever so nice. Unless that's just him. Blaise. I'm so embarrassed at how I acted though. I don't know how I'll face him again.

And oh bother, I have several plants set aside for Neville at Sugarcutt's. I must owl him. I must owl Susan as well. I keep misisng her somehow. I do hate that. And I must get Draco a house warming gift. That's only proper. There's a furniture place down in Knockturn Alley. Though Draco and Blaise would likely have fits if I vetured down there after what occurred last time. Perhaps Blaise could escort me? I wonder if he's seen the Witch Weekly Ball thing. I do love dancing. He probably would not care for going though.

I wonder what I could get Blaise as a gift. ~~Besides my virginity~~ I know so little of him, besides him having a flower tattooed on his chest. And that he seems to like to hold a person close when he sleeps.

Oh dear.

May 28th Hogsmeade

Tue, 29 May 2007 07:30:56 GMT

I suspect I have lost my mind.

With all that's happened in the last few days, it would be no wonder. I can't sleep tonight. I don't even know where to begin, and I have three owls to answer, and there's a house-elf sleeping next to my cat on her kitty bed. Oddly Stitches likes Draco's house-elf Tindy.

My family has cast me aside because I came out to them as a witch. Well, to Chelsea, the one person I thought wouldn't judge me. But she did. Harshly too. Oh the things she said. It makes my heart hurt. I acquired a new family though. In Draco. Very surreal that. He bound us by blood. I'd never... and before I could stop him. Not that I would have. It made me oddly brave, I suspect. I don't know what to do about him. He is full of surprises. His birthday is about a week away. I must get him something special. After all, he is calling himself my brother these days. Does being Hannah Malfoy make me a little wicked? I wonder. I don't look any different, but I certainly FELT different upon returning to Three Broomsticks tonight. I must return his house-elf to him tomorrow. Or whenever he gets released from St. Mungo's. I just couldn't bear to leave her there alone. She's so sweet. She calls me Mistress Hannah. Draco's father attacked him. He tried to kill him. I don not understand why he could do such a thing. I know Draco can be difficult, but he's not a bad person. Not truly.

I will finally meet with Susan. I want to hear the story behind herself and Marcus Flint. I find I am less nervous about seeing her than before. I wonder if she will ask about my never returning owls. If she does, I will answer. I also wonder if she recognized Diablo. We all used to joke in school that Malfoy's sleek black eagle owl was about as subtle as a stampede of giants. I have not yet decided if I will tell her about Draco. I'm not even sure about Draco. The nature of our friendship changed drastically today. At this point, I am not sure if I could explain it.

I even owled Neville to meet with him as well. It gave me butterflies that he seemed so eager to see me again. It makes me forget that I have not heard from Stephen. I have found myself spending an appalling amount of time contemplating Neville Longbottom since I saw him at Sugarcutt's. There's something different about him from the way I recall him in school. Not unpleasant different. Just different.

Blaise Zabini owled me wanting to meet. He'd obviously spoken with Draco. In the missive he calls me Cheery. I must tell him he can not do so. That's Draco's name for me, and Big Brother doesn't strike me as the sort who likes to share. I don't know what to make of Zabini's owl. It is perhaps the most confusing. He says Draco sent him to look after me. Why? I find myself most nervous about this. I remember what girls said about Blaise Zabini in school. I will not be meeting him any place alone. Public for sure. Not that he'd try anything with me. I doubt I'm his type, never even having kissed a bloke properly.

And how in the frilly heck does he know about Mimzy?

I am very confused, but I will stop procrastinating and return owls.

Hogsmeade May 14th

Tue, 15 May 2007 06:21:23 GMT

Hogsmeade May 14th

If anyone had told me what today would bring, I would never have believed them.

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He's my planting partner for the HBP... and it's all my fault. I volunteered for it. I just didn't like the idea of no one wanting him. I mean, he's difficult, to be sure, but he's not evil. I refuse to believe that. He saved me from an egging today. I must remember to pack extra beet crisps in my lunch. He seemed to like them. Everyone was looking at me like I had lost my sanity, but he's not so bad. He's really not. How could anyone who likes sugar cookies and chocolate and the night time be wholly evil? I am going to be his friend. I think he needs someone on his side, poor thing. I think I will make him what muggles call a mix tape. How much he has missed by not listening to muggle music.

Stephen owled! I am so nervous my skin might fly off. He's coming for dinner tomorrow night. Sunshine (my owl) seemed well-pleased when he returned with Stephen's reply to what sort of pie he liked, so he must have treated my owl well. That pleases me. I knew Stephen was a good sort. Rosmerta is being very kind. She's also venturing out! She said she will go to the market to get what I will require for supper tomorrow night while I am doing my volunteer beautifying. I haven't told her I'm planting with Malfoy, but I do believe she already knows. She has taken to watching through windows a lot. I don't see how she could have missed us. Anywho, I will be making blueberry pie for Stephen. I hope he likes it.

I wrote an angry letter about Malfoy's treatment to the Ministry. Susan Bones answered it. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw that. Well, actually someone named Mafalda Hopkirk replied, but it was a form letter and Susan had scribbled a bit of a note at the bottom. I have not owled her back as of yet. I will. I will. I just have to work up the nerve, but if I can befriend ex Death Eaters, I think I can owl an old friend. I'm just... worried about what she'll say. I all but disappeared. I left my friends. I wonder if she's still in contact with Ernie or Justin. I don't want them to be angry with me. I just could not... there's really no explaining it. Whatever I try to say will sound feeble. I'm being a coward again, but Susan did sound as if she honestly wanted to talk. Perhaps another round with Malfoy tomorrow and dinner with Stephen will pluck my courage back up.

I really must study at some point.

Stitches brought me a dead mouse earlier. Rosmerta laughed at me when I asked if I could bury it in the back garden. Poor mouse.

Hogsmeade May 13th

Mon, 14 May 2007 05:59:24 GMT

Hogsmeade May 13th

I find I am too excited to sleep tonight. This weekend has been glorious. Mimzy is back with me. The loveliest man returned him to me. Thank goodness for the changing address charm on Mim's ear.

But enough about Mimzy.

I feel like such a schoolgirl, but Stephen Cornfoot is lovely. He's just lovely. He has the nicest eyes. Polite and kind too. I barely know him, but he makes me more comfortable than I have been in ages. He returned my Mimzy to me on Friday, and we had lunch on Saturday at the Leaky Cauldron after I passed my Apparition test. He has the prettiest blue eyes. I get distracted just thinking on them. If Ernie were here, he'd already be taking the mickey out of me for this. It was just so nice to meet a gentleman who didn't seem put off by my rambling speech patterns or obvious need to land on my bottom as much as possible. Someone who doesn't treat me like a mate. I do miss Ernie desperately though. I must make inquiries as to where to find him. Justin as well. I want to contact all of the old Huffle crowd, but I worry that they'll hate me for leaving and never letting them know what became of me. What a coward I am.

Stephen's such a gentleman though. I thought him a bit reserved and passive, which was quite nice and comforting, but he almost hexed Draco Malfoy at lunch, I'm sure of it. Malfoy was WORKING at the Leaky. He served me my food, and he was being a proper beast. Stephen said something to him, and it went all to heck in a hand basket for a moment. Somehow I babbled Malfoy out of doing anything rash. I'm still not sure how I managed that. Malfoy looked so awful, I did not recognize him. I felt a bit bad... and he DID help me up and return my shoe when I managed to land on my hind end after the floo. Maybe he's not so evil? But evil or not, Stephen had a very "do something" look about him until Malfoy apologized and walked away.

Anywho... no more about HIM. Hopefully, I'll never cross Malfoy's path again. But enough about that meanie. My thoughts have been on Stephen Corny Cornfoot all weekend. I must think of a better nickname for him. Though I am rather fond of the name Stephen. Perhaps I will stick with Stephen. Corny just doesn't suit him to me. I don't find him corny at all. I find him ~~handsome~~ smart and comforting. ~~I want to touch his hair.~~ I have never felt the urge to be... bold, but I do now. I hope if I ever give in to such an impulse he does not laugh at me. I nearly owled him a dozen times today, but he told me that he would owl. I hope he does. It's a rotten time to go having a crush with all that I need to accomplish in the next year, but it's all his fault really for being so how he is. I've been uncomfortable for so long. Nervous for so long. Afraid. Stephen makes me feel that perhaps I can let my guard down again.

He works for the Ministry of Magic, for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He likes my tea. So perhaps he'll like my cooking as well. Mother taught me everything she knew in a kitchen, and she was brilliant. I've already asked Rosmerta if I can borrow the kitchen to have him 'round for supper again soon. She readily agreed with a Cheshire smile on her face and has been giving me knowing looks ever since. It's not like that... but maybe it could be? Oh bother. Rosmerta said that if my young man ever wanted to stay the night, she wouldn't say a word. Brazen! Rosmerta's a bit brazen. But it's nice to know I didn't shock her by having Stephen here alone the other day. She'd probably be properly horrified if she knew I'd never even kissed a boy before. She said she'd make herself scarce when Stephen comes for dinner, so I can have him all to myself. I told her she should join us, but she gave me a look and then said that Stephen would probably want me to himself and that he likely wouldn't appreciate being 'chaperoned' by a barmaid. Pfft! As if someone as strong as Rosmerta could ever be pinned to just barmaid. If only she'd venture out again. If I can touch Draco Malfoy on the arm, she can go outdoors again. I'm worried about her.

I had tea with Mrs. Tweedle this afternoon. She's the head of the Hogsmeade Beautification Project. She's such a dear thing. I can not wait to start tomorrow.

I must try to sleep now. My thoughts keep turning to Stephen though. I do hope he owls tomorrow. I must find out what sort of pie he likes.

May 10th

Thu, 10 May 2007 17:32:30 GMT

I can't find him! I can't find my Mimzy! Strange for a grown woman to keep a bunny with one ear, but my mother gave him to me. Made him for me out of old socks and fake fur sewn together. He is one of a kind and special to me. Irreplaceable. I sleep with him in the bed always. Not holding him, but he stays in the bed... somewhere. Oh this is just terrible. I can't think where I could have mislaid him. I should not have stuffed him in my bag when I went to the Ministry yesterday.

But I needed his luck. I needed part of my mother with me yesterday.

Oh blast. I'm just feeling sick now.

In good news, I have a job at Sugarcutt's, the plant and flower shop in Diagon Alley. Only on weekends though. For now. But it's something. I start next Saturday, and I've already spoken to McGonagall about it. Provided I pass my Apparition test and my grades stay up to par, I'll be able to work weekends there through the school term as well. This was excellent news. I'll be able to save some money. Speaking of, opened an account at Gringott's yesterday. The goblins still spook me a bit. I also purchased some secondhand robes, an owl of my own, and a cat. I don't know exactly who I'll be owling, but just in case. I really do not feel like trekking to the olwery at Hogwarts or the post office in Hogsmeade just to send someone a message. He's a tawny color. I'm calling him Sunshine. As for the cat, she's a solid gray and soft with amber eyes. Her coat is a bit thin, but she has the potential to be very beautiful if properly cared for. I can see it. The shop owner tried to warn me off of her though because she bites and scratches. The man told me he suspected the cat had been abused. My heart just broke at that. How could I not take her then?

That might have been a mistake.

No, no, I can manage this. She's already bitten me numerous times and drawn blood twice though. I'm calling her Stitches because that's what I'm going to need after she's finished with me. Rosmerta is letting her have the run of the place. She agreed with me about taking her though. Just because something was a bit damaged didn't mean it isn't worth knowing. There are plenty of wounded things in this world. How will they ever learn kindness unless someone takes the chance to show them?

Lastly, I received a return owl from Mrs. Tweedle on the Hogsmeade Beautification Project. I start on Monday. I am hoping I can convince Rosmerta to join me. She really needs to get out more. I don't think it's healthy for her to stay inside all the time as she does. But today I plan to do just that. I am staying inside and brushing up on Herbology with the text Professor Sprout owled me.

to do list for May 11:
1. Visit Hogwarts and McGonagall to get started on work
2. Practice apparation with McGonagall's help
3. Visit Honeyduke's

Hogsmeade May 8th

Wed, 09 May 2007 01:46:46 GMT

Hogsmeade May 8th

What a tiring journey. First to London by car, then to Hogsmeade by train. Well, I'm safely barricaded within my room above Three Broomsticks for now. Rosmerta assured me that she locks the doors every night, and I do believe her, but the chair under the doorknob makes me feel that much more safe. What was I thinking with this? McGonagall met me at the station. She looks the same to me, albeit a bit more weary, but I think the whole wizarding community looks a bit weary after what it has been going through.

I had to take the train because I can not apparate. How pathetic. Well, I am supposed to do something about that tomorrow. Headmistress McGonagall informed me that I will be taking a portkey to the Ministry in the morning to inquire about getting my apparating license. I am more than passing nervous about this. It feels awkward holding my wand again.

Whomever was in this room last was a bit of a pack-rat. I've dozens of old copies of the Prophet to bin. After I've read through them, of course. There were even a few copies of the Quibbler and a few old Witch Weekly copies. I tore out an old picture of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger that was in a back issue of the Prophet after You-know-who's (I still can't manage his actual name yet) defeat. They had an issue that had all the released Death Eaters mug shots in it. Horribly creepy. Well, at least I know who to walk the other way from. I sort of feel sorry for them though. They'd hate that. Pity. To be shunned like they must be, and to be forced to reenter society must be difficult. I've done nothing near as wicked as their crimes, and I know it won't be easy for me. I can't imagine having unforgivables and other such crimes on top of everything else.

In good news, the uniform has not changed at Hogwarts. I'll be able to wear my old robes. Amazingly, I still have them. I couldn't part with them just as I couldn't part with my wand. Everything I could not part with from my life as a witch fits into my old school trunk. It makes me sad.

There's a Wizard's Wireless in the room, but I haven't had the heart to turn it on yet. I feel so disoriented. I keep doing things with my own hands that I should well being using spells for.

While I was eating my supper, I noticed an advertisement for volunteers for the Hogsmeade Beautification Project. Rosmerta told me it was a lot of planting trees and picking up rubble. Well, as Hogsmeade looks to be my home for a bit, at least until the school term starts, I'd like to help out. After all, Herbology was one of my better subjects, and it would give me something to occupy my time with. Not that I don't have my work cut out for me. I have a whole sixth year to learn at a fast pace before the end of July when owls go out with Hogwarts letters. I hope I can do this.

I also hope something else. I did not have the guts to ask McGonagall, but it is my sincerest hope that Snape is no longer at Hogwarts. I can not imagine he would be, but you never know. I hope I never see him again. he makes me think bad and un-Hannah-like thoughts. I am not a mean person, or at the very least I try not to be, but he makes me wish harm upon him. Loads of it. I used to think Neville Longbottom was silly for have Snape as his boggart in third year, but now I suspect he saw something in that man that most of the wizarding world only noticed recently. I'll never understand Slytherins. Why can't they just be nice and not kill people?

I often wonder about many of my old classmates. I've got snippets here and there of what happened to them in the course of the war. Perhaps, I'll do some more vigorous asking when I anm in Diagon Alley tomorrow. I know Harry Potter is an Auror. He still seems to be all the Prophet talks about.

To do for 5-9:
1. Portkey to Ministry of Magic.
2. Look for gainful employment. Money is low.
3. Buy some new robes. All my clothes are quite muggle these days.
4. Perhaps visit Magical Menagerie, assuming it's still there, and acquire a pet. This room is too quiet without the Wireless on. I do believe I miss my muggle radio.
5. Contact Mrs. Tweedle about the Hogsmeade Beautification Project.