If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise.
~ Robert Fritz
Sunday, July 1st ~ Early Morning



Draco and Greg's birthday bash had turned out interesting enough, Harry decided while sitting down at his desk. He'd been unable to sleep and rather than risk waking Daphne, he'd gotten up and gone downstairs. He was still oddly disturbed at the events that had transpired and needed to figure out what was at the bottom of it. Pulling his journal, Harry read a few entries, gradually moving back until he closed it in frustration and put it away. It held no answers and he found himself replaying the events at the party over and over again.

Parish is a wanker, he told himself as he rose and turned off the lights in his study before shutting the door and heading back upstairs. He didn't even have the bollocks to stick around after.