16 October 1979
On a lark, I took a vocational test today at the Ministry Employment Offices. They said I should be a teacher. I don't know if I agree, necessarily. I really don't think I have the patience for children.
Private I still don't think I ever was, or will ever be, suited to teaching. Snot nosed little pains in the arse. But what choice do I have?
Lily should be pregnant any minute. Narcissa is pregnant. It is very strange knowing what will happen with those babies in the future.
I am not finding my love for her any less intense. It is painful spending time with her. And staying mum about how much I hate James is far more difficult than I imagined. It was much easier last time to hold-up by myself and seethe, and keep only DE company. I have to keep reminding myself not to rush things, and to bide my time. I almost wish James would be less understanding about her friendship with me. I do not want to like him or feel any sort of sympathy toward him.
Narcissa How are you feeling?
Peter Are you interested in trying the new bar in Diagon Alley with me?