Little man all grown up

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How is it possible that my little baby boy is six years old already? I know it's cliché, but they really do grow up extraordinarily fast. One day, none of them will need me anymore as they'll be leading lives of their own, and hopefully doing a better job of it than I've done with mine.

Christ I feel old.

We got back from Italy on the 29th, and we had just enough time to get Bean's birthday gift sorted...something we'd been looking into for several weeks but just hadn't got around to actually planning, and then of course having the blasted thing created. It was worth it, though, because when Bean saw the little koi pond out in the far corner of the back garden, I didn't think he'd ever stop smiling. It's a damn good thing we've got house elves, because maintaining the climate charms around it is going to be quite the job.

Speaking of jobs...while I've no doubt that Draco appreciated the time away from Widdleton, and Hermione's help in keeping things sorted and bills paid while we were away, I wonder if he might be regretting the length of our holiday at the moment. He seems rather, erm, overwhelmed. I suggested that he might want to look into perhaps taking on an assistant, and all that I got in return was a withering look and the distinct muttering of the name Nikoli Gavrik.

So no assistant, then.

And we know precious little about that situation, as things seem to be in limbo, as they say, but he is still in Ministry custody. As for Nott......well, we're told they have 'a few reliable leads on his whereabouts' but that's all.

Why did I ever think that running from a madman would be over when Voldemort was finally killed?
You can't mean that..., *numb*

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This past week has been...surreal.

If we had any ideas about the Maxwell situation being sorted quickly, clearly we were wrong. There's a certain event happening at the moment involving the Muggle government that has taken up most of the Ministry's time of late. This means that nothing at all has happened with Maxwell, aside from a rather exhausting interrogation (or so I'm told) the night that Kingsley took him into custody. Once this Jubilee business is over, Nott goes back to being Undesirable Number One and top priority.

We've been advised to be "extra cautious" until then - as if we haven't lived our entire lives that way and somehow needed reminding.

As for Draco and I... well, to say that I'd bollocksed everything up but good would be the understatement of the century. Our anniversary passed yesterday with nary a celebratory shag. Suppose that I should be grateful that I even got a kiss. I'm at a bit of a loss, really. We've never had an anniversary before where we weren't, well, together. And his birthday is in a few days, and I've no idea what to do or if I should just...not do anything. I don't know what's right or wrong anymore. I don't know what will upset him or make him happy.

I ended up wasting time at the Widdleton gardens today to try and take my mind off things. We really need to start on the last of the exterior renovations. I suppose we should have aimed to have them completed before the fundraiser, but now I'm not even sure if that's going to happen.