This is why I don't do relationships.

Relationships. Feh.

Cormac is involved with this group, and instead of getting rid of him, like I would any other man, I find myself giving to what he wants.

He's still wearing that ring.

I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

I keep thinking of Dean. Sweet, talented Dean. It isn't his fault that his parents were Muggles. And Blaise's little bit, who sent me a cake for my birthday, and gave me roses (really beautiful, hardy roses!) for Christmas. I don't want anything to happen to her, either. I'm so sick of this whole thing. I thought it was all behind us. I just want to live. Just live without having to worry about people being shunned or being discriminated against. I don't care about Muggles, but I really don't wish them ill, either. I find I don't like thinking about them at all, one way or the other.

Except for the ones that killed Gregory. I'd definitely take care of that lot. Make believers out of them.

What bothers me most, I think, is that my blood is as pure or purer than any other Wizarding family in the world. Why didn't this group of Cormac's approach me? Who the hell are they? What do they have to hide?

Perhaps should owl Blaise, too.