I forgot how truly interesting my transfiguration books really are. I likely could have fixed Lydia myself back on that first day in the alley if I remembered half of the stuff I'd already read about in these books. But then where would we be, hmm? She's asked about you in passing. She "hasn't heard me mention you" in a while. Which frankly I didn't do, ever, but I think after everything she had to bear witness too and that night she let you in, she'd have to be a real idiot not to think something was afoot. I like Lydia, she's no idiot. I think she may fancy you a little, her Hero on High Street. Mrs. Harding has also wondered aloud why I haven't sent any pastries out lately. You're nearly infamous around my house.

I'm less of a lunatic today after dragging out all of my books to study. I took a break to write this. I'm currently sitting on my bed positively surrounded by notes and books. It helps soothe the anxiety, just a little, if I can keep my mind occupied. I'm still feeling the after effects of the fever, just generally weak, but I'm feeling much more myself and actually a little less grumpy. Still not sleeping well though. That's been the worst part.

I'm going to need to burn these as soon as I get word on the expedition. When I reread them, I look like I belong in the asylum. It's ridiculous. I should just start destroying them as soon as  I write them. Eventually, I suppose. It's not like you're ever going to find them either way.

I miss you, Love.