Kitty Savage

( Caitlin Savage )

~Most of the top of the page is illegible scribblings where Caitlin crossed out everything she was saying. It is torn and the ink has run where her tears have hit the page

We're I'm pregnant. Andr We were going to announce it next week, didn't want to jinx it until we I was three months.

Instead I will be burying my husband.

I can't do this alone Andr The wake will take place in our my oh fuck it our house on Monday night and the ~a couple of minutes pass before the entry is completed funeral will be on Tuesday morning.

Family and friends only by request. If I see any fucking Purists Media there I will fucking end you you will be escorted from the premises.

~PRIVATE TO SELF

Nine weeks. Fuc- I need someone to talk to about this.

~PRIVATE TO EDGAR

So. You've experienced the highs and lows of pregnancy, right? Did Lucy switch from gooey and sentimental to crazy bitch hormonal in the blink of an eye? Because I shouted at someone's visitor earlier because they joked about smoking in the hospital. Screamed. I would probably get in trouble but the patient thought I was joking and they started laughing, so I went with it.

I just wish that I was three months so I could talk about it. You're the only person that knows aside from my sister and my husband, and I think they're sick of listening to me.

~END WARD

If I didn't love my job so much, I would quit, buy into a franchise of a good coffee shop and set up a branch right beside St. Mungo's. I cannot abide this grey sludge any longer. The decaf is absolutely pulling the piss. My kingdom for a decent brew!

~PRIVATE TO SELF

That Auror could easily have been Andrew. What is the world coming to? Here we are, beginning a family, and there are monsters roaming the street, killing just because they can. I don't like the idea that somebody I love could die under these circumstances. We could leave the country, but who's to say that the danger wouldn't follow us, or spread like secondary cancer? It's terrifying. I want my baby to know their father.

~END WARD

My sincerest condolences to the families and friends of the recently deceased.

It's so busy here today, understandably so. Damn my hormones, I need to keep it together I think I'll need a distraction tonight after work. Anybody want to do something? Something that doesn't involve alcohol. Oh how I would love a cold beer after a day like today...

PRIVATE TO ANDREW

Do you think you can get off work for a few hours on Friday? I had made an appointment for next week but they overbooked. There was a cancellation for Friday so I took it. Our first prenatal visit! Can you believe it? I never thought I'd like being pregnant this much, but I'm loving it. Aside from the morning sickness.

END WARD

Has anyone else read the Daily Prophet? What's this about ladies having a protest by having a tea party in the Ministry?

Were they handing out sandwiches? Because that's a sort of peaceful protest I can get behind.

I am so stuffed full of carbonara and red velvet cake that I think I could explode from rich food, but damn, I'd die happy.

~PRIVATE TO ANDREW

I think I'm going to slip into a food coma. Bailey is lying on my stomach and having puppy-warmth is not helping the drowsiness.

~PRIVATE TO FRALICE

Thanks so much for the wards, you two are great friends. And so good looking, too.

~PRIVATE TO ALICE

It's my new mission to make you fat from cake so you get big jugs and have the perfect ass-to-boob ratio that will make you the most perfect woman alive.

Is it me, or was the food in the canteen at work actually edible today? Maybe I shouldn't speak so soon.

PRIVATE TO ANDREW

Day one without coffee is not going well.

~PRIVATE TO ANDREW

Please tell me you're all right, that you're not dead in a ditch somewhere and that you weren't involved in this one?

~WARDED TO EDGAR BONES

I think I -

Can you keep a -

Edgar, can you do me a massive favour please?

And here I thought projectile vomiting was a myth created by Muggle movies to make them scarier. You learn something new every day.

Shh...















Ow!

Added later

PRIVATE TO ALASTOR AND AMELIA

Erm. I'm sorry about the confetti. And the pointing. And for being generally teenage.

I wish I had the sort of job that I could do from home, because I'm definitely not the sort of person who can appreciate being out sick from work.

The boredom is palpable.

My feet still hurt. No amount of foot rubs will cure the aching. I fear they will never be the same again. Woe is me, woe!

WARD: ANDREW

GET BACK IN BED. NOW! I MEAN IT!

You know you miss your husband when Gummy Mike up in Janus Thickey starts to look quite handsome, despite having more gums than teeth, and that his offer of a quick cuddle under the covers doesn't seem like a bad idea at all...