I took the tube today. I took the tube and dared it to explode.
It's always like this, this time of year. I feel it like a fire at the base of my spine. Felt it all through last night's meeting, and then after, at the pub. I know I got a little quiet as the time ticked over to midnight. I'm not sure anyone else noticed. Tonks, maybe. She was there.
I was staying in London the day the bombs went off. I went a little crazy 'til I knew Tonks was okay. (Also dad, although he's generally less likely to commute the Muggle way.) The slightly odd lady downstairs (I swear I think she might be a squib, but I've never quite worked up the nerve to ask her) fed me tea 'til I stopped swearing at the sky.
I may be swearing at the sky a lot this month. The fire only gets worse from here on -- and I'm expected to be a respectable grown-up? In front of little kids, no less? And there's a full moon on the 30th. Fuck.
There is not enough drink in London to get me through this month.
I rode out to King's Cross. There was a memorial ceremony, and then I stuck around after for... a long time. I don't know what I was looking for. But I stood at the barrier and stared until a sweet old man asked if I was lost. Yeah, I think maybe I am. But it'll pass. It always does.
Last modified: 12 January 2008