audrey

I think I'm ready to have a date night with my husband. Just the two of us, watching the telly. Do you think Fred will sleep for long enough for George and I to fall asleep on the sofa, watching the telly?

I feel like it's time for me to leave the house. I don't know why or what for, but I feel like I need the fresh air. I can bundle Fred up in his sling and go for a walk, I think.

Does anyone want to walk with me?

Nursing is not as easy as all of those hippie mums out there say it is. And boy, would I like to sleep more than 40 minutes at a time, thank you. But my new life is so amazing and wonderful already! I'm making celebratory cupcakes for anyone who wants to come and visit us.

The three of us.

George, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think it's time to go to the hospital.

I started having labor pains, so my Healer and Midwives put me on bedrest. I can't wait for this to be over Fred to get here.

Also, I need watermelon. And tabasco sauce.

I think I've been crying for three days straight. Can't seem to stop crying. But... there's nothing WRONG! Damn hormones.

I can't wait for Fred to get here.

I'm going to have a baby party at the Bakery on April 15th. If you want to come and celebrate Fred's impending arrival, please feel free to come by around six.

May 19th will be here sooner than you'd think. I've got a lot to do. This place isn't nearly ready for a baby. I don't even have a bassinet yet. I think it's about time to get some things. My brother and sister in law keep trying to pawn stuff off on me. They have clothes and blankets and cloth diapers and bottles and all of that stuff. To be quite honest, I have no idea what I'm going to need or what I should get new or used... and I'm doing this all the magical way, not the muggle way, so. Wow. Is it different? I don't even know. And all the reading I've been doing doesn't really help.

What did help, though, was staying with Harry and Ginny for a bit. I can't thank them enough for letting me have some practice with little James.

Eddie Carmichael is in jail, rotting, where he belongs.

I hate being stuck in Harry and Ginny's house (though I'm incredibly thankful that they're letting me stay here, and it's a very lovely place to be). I wish I could be out there looking for Verity. I hate that she's gone missing, and it's probably my fault.

[After Oliver's comment, this entire entry was made private to Oliver, George, Audrey and Eleanor]

Thank you to Harry and Ginny for letting George and I stay with them until this whole mess is cleaned up. I have wonderful friends.

I'm not leaving my flat.

I got an owl from Eddie that is really bothering me. Can we meet to discuss it?

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22 weeks pregnant. I'm due on May 19th. And I'm alone. Staying with Eleanor, God Bless Her, but still. I need ot hear from George that his unresolved issues are resolved. I don't know what I'm going to do if he doesn't figure things out. Or worse, if he decides he want to be with her and not with me. I shouldn't have left. I should have just pretended it never happened, and I should have let things lie. And now I don't know what's going to happen.

George didn't come home last night. Has anyone seen him?

Oli, is he with you? I understand if you guys got drunk last night and needed to sleep it off, but... can you send me a note, or something?

Christmas is the best time of year for baked goods!

I promise that we'll have Oliver to the wedding in one piece. The rehearsal dinner, I mean. Though, it's been a rather long week, I think he's going to need either a lot of hangover-cure potions, or a week of nothing but bed rest to get over it.

Private to George
How is Ginny? Does she remember Harry yet?

Almost sixteen weeks now. I've got a horrendous appetite, and I think... I think I'm starting to show. Please don't tell me I look fat.

Dinner at the Bakery on Friday night. Please say you'll be there?

It's time. We can tell everyone. I'm through the first trimester. And I feel much, much better.

27 doesn't feel any different from 26. Except the morning sickness part... I hope that goes away soon. I had a quiet birthday. It was a month ago. Nearly, anyway. I wonder if I should have partied a little more. Maybe not. I'm so thankful that Halloween is gone. Now we just need to get ready for Christmas. Big holiday at the Bakery.

And we're getting more and more day-to-day customers, too. Which is really nice. I'm looking forward to going home early tonight and getting a nice long nap in.

[Private to George]
There's a stack of books on your bedside table. "Pregnancy for Daddies," "Baby 101," and "Raising a Magical Baby from the start"... which I think is aimed at muggle-born witches and wizards, but looks like it's got some good magic work in it for infants.

I love you. I'm bringing home twice baked potatoes, lamb with mustard, and broccoli for dinner. And chocolate ice cream.
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I'm making Halloween Cookies! One free pumpkin-shaped cookie with every purchase while supplies last!

...how many people know about our engagement? Do you think we should tell people about it before we tell people about Fred?

I want to talk to Oliver about all of this, but I don't know if that's appropriate yet. And I don't want to detract any from the wonderful news that is the birth of James Potter.

What do you think?

I burned my hand on an oven at work today, and ended up at St. Mungo's. I'm fine, everything's fine. I just need to apply this burn cream stuff every couple of hours and take it easy. At least it was my left hand, so I can still write and do things around the house.

Also, I can't believe my birthday is a week from today. I'll be 27. How time flies.

[Private to George]
The baby's fine. The Healer said it's a smart idea not to announce the pregnancy until November 18th, when I hit 14 weeks. Then we know for sure that we're going to term. And at our next appointment on October 21st, we should be able to hear the baby's heartbeat.

I think we should name him. So we can use his name, rather than say "the baby" all the time.

[Private]
It's still early on. Very early on. There's a lot of things that can go wrong. I've talked with Gayle about it, and I'm staying cautious. I know I'm pregnant, and I know it's a boy, but I'm only 5 weeks in (which means we conceived 3 weeks ago), according to the Healers. That means I've got another 10 weeks until it's safe to start telling people. According to Gayle, anyway. And she's been through it. They have two beautiful children. But she can't have any more. I think it's a little sad for her to see me like this, so scared and confused. It's what she wants more than anything but can't have, and I didn't even ask for this, and I'm terrified.

I have to talk to someone about all of this. I can't dump all of this on Oliver, it's not fair. I can trust Eleanor. I'll talk to her about it. A lot of women wouldn't even know they were pregnant, but I know because of the potion. Because I forgot to take it when I was kidnapped, and now I'm late, so... the Healers say everything's fine so far, but we're not out of the woods. Not until the first trimester is over. I'm taking my prenatal vitamins.
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[Private to Oliver]
How's Ver? Do you guys need anything at all?
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[Private to Eleanor]
Can we talk about something?
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Ten percent discount on pumpkin pasties while supplies last.

[Private]
I just found August's potion. I didn't take it. In all the craziness, I must have overlooked it. What with being kidnapped and moving in with George... and now I'm ... I'm not late yet, but I will be if I don't... damn.
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[Private to Oliver]
I need to see you. I've got stuff. To. What are you doing on... Monday? Tomorrow?
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[Private to George]
I think I might be- I'm not sure if I- What would you think if- I'm la- I found a-
Do we have any chocolate pudding?
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I'm taking requests and suggestions for Halloween goodies for the shop. If anyone has any requests or ideas, things you'd like to see as far as baked goods go, I'd love to hear about them.

Remember that thing I told you about Charlie and Penny, and about Oliver and Verity? ...please don't tell Verity. Apparently, it hasn't happened yet. Twice it's been ruined.

GO PUDDLEMERE!! I'm so excited about the finals! My BEST FRIEND FOREVER is the best player in the league, and I can't wait to see his team take the cup!

GO PUDDLEMERE! Who wants to come with me to the game on Friday? (George, you have no choice, so nyeh.) Eleanor? Verity? Anyone?

I really don't want this holiday to end. Do we really have to go back home to work? I don't want to work. I want to stay here and play forever.

And my boyfriend is the most wonderful boyfriend in the whole, wide world.

[Private to Oliver]
Did you ask her? How'd it go?

[Private to Charlie]
Did you ask her? How'd it go?

I woke up this morning, rolled over, and asked George if it was Friday or Saturday. I nearly cried when he told me it was Tuesday.

Oh, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VERITY! You'll have a dozen cake pops delivered to the shop today. Surprise!

I'm completely settled in at George's place now. If anyone needs me, that's where you'll find me. It's a shorter commute to the Bakery, and I've found someone to sublet my old place (shocker!) so I'm financially stable, too. If only my emotions would stop

I've run the rounds; visiting sick friends, volunteering at the hospital and running my Foundation's chores, checking in with my employees and worked on the schedule for the next month... I feel as though things are slowly returning to normal.

[Private to Eleanor]
How are you feeling? Do you want to come over for tea, or something? I'd like to sit and talk about... everything. And are you going to group therapy on Friday? Maybe we can meet before hand.

Is it ironic that I'm getting out of the hospital and moving in with George on Friday the 13th?

I'm going home from the hospital tomorrow, and I'll be moving all of my things into George's place on Saturday. I'm looking to sub-let my apartment until my lease is up. If anyone needs an apartment, let me know.

I'm safe. I'm at St. Mungo's, and would love a visit if anyone wants to come and see me. And tell George to go home, shower, sleep and go to work.

I'm moving in with George. As soon as they'll let me out of here. I don't want to be apart from him for another second.

I've decided that Baxter Bakery needs more cake decorating expertise. If anyone is a cake decorator and needs some additional work, please contact me.

[Private to Ginny Potter]
I've got sketches for your baby shower cake, and your birthday cake. Are you having a family gathering for your birthday?
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[Private to Eleanor and Hannah]
I want to host a girls night. I think we deserve a little break! Just the three of us? I'll have supplies for manicures, pedicures, facials and sundaes. What do you think? Tonight? Tomorrow night?
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[Private to George]
I love you. I'm ahving the girls over tonight or tomorrow... but maybe we can have a brunch date on Friday morning?
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George is taking me to DISNEYLAND! Sometime. Sometime soon? Things are very good.

The Baxter Bakery Charity Foundation has been started, and is running smoothly. Daily deliveries of pastries, biscuits, sweets and drinks are arriving to the Children's Ward and the Maternity Ward of St. Mungo's. It's an honor and a privilege to be able to give back to my community in such a wonderful way. And soon The Baxter Bakery Charity Foundation will pair hand-in-hand with the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, to deliver jokes and toys to the Children's Ward as well. A big thank you to the Potters for their generous donation, in getting this foundation on its feet. And another thank you to all of our customers at Baxter Bakery, for being so generous and giving your hard earned galleons to this wonderful cause.

I've been doing so many calculations lately that it feels like my eyes are crossing. It's exhausting work, and I really should have hired someone to take care of all of this for me. But the good news is that we're turning a profit. We haven't even been open for a full year yet, and I can turn to my investors and give them great numbers. I'd love to keep it up!

I'm sure I'll come up with something soon to celebrate how well the business is doing. Perhaps someday soon I can really get to the work I've always wanted to do; feeding the homeless and taking care of people. I'm starting up a campaign to deliver cookies and sweets to children at St. Mungo's. Donations are accepted at the bakery, and a portion of our profits are donated to the hospital.

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Who's Dennis Creevy?

Can it be Friday now?

If anyone needs me, I'm still at the Leaky Cauldron, visiting with Hannah and Lizzie. I'll be staying here for a couple more days.

[Private to George]
Is Angelina all right? Have you been to see her yet?
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[Private to Oliver]
Is Angelina all right? Have you been to see her yet?

I do hope she's okay. I know we've had our differences, but I'd never wish her harm. Actually, I don't know if she and I have ever spoken.
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Biscuit snuck into my oven. Well, one of my ovens. Unfortunately, it was the one that I'd spilled bacon grease in, and now Biscuit is sticky, grimey and waxy. I don't know what to do about a greasey pygmy puff. Do I give him a bath? Do I use soap? I think I should, the poor boy is covered.

In other news, everything is moving along swimmingly. The catering portion of my business is picking up, and I think it's time to hire new staff. We've downsized at the bakery, as one of my employees has decided to go be a full time mom. I've also decided that it would be best to split the company into three parts. Catering, Wholesale and Retail. So, each part of the company will have its own employees. It sounds confusing, I know, and hopefully I'll be able to share employees between the different facets of the collective. (Am I making sense at all?)

I suppose the point is that I'm hiring.

[Private to Oliver]
I need to talk to you about something awkward. I have a... sex question.

I really didn't think I had that much to drink last night, but this morning I woke up feeling so sick.

I need to put this thing down.

[Private to Eddie]
I think something seriously wrong happened in my office yesterday. I need your help to figure out

Did you do something? You wouldn't do anything to me, would you? I'm trying to remember everything I ate and drank, and I can't figure this out.
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[Private to George]
I got your owl, I'm sorry I didn't reply. I've been feeling terrible since yesterday at lunch.

I have something to tell you. Can you come over later?
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I took a sick day today. I've been at home all day, not feeling well. I don't want to be around anyone else when I feel this horrible. At least Oliver was there yesterday to give me a hand and take me home for tea. He's such a wonderful friend.

OLIVER WOOD, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH VERITY?

I had no idea how strong the feelings between George and Angelina were. I love him, and I don't want to let him go, but if he loves her more than me, maybe I should. I just want him to be happy, whatever that takes. I'm so incredibly intimidated by her because she's so amazing, beautiful and talented, and I'm so dull and ordinary.

When did life get so complicated?

I am definitely ready to go cheer on my best mate in his game tomorrow evening. Go Puddlemere! I just hope that the girls can handle a lazy, Sunday morning in the shop without me. I'm sure they can, I have complete confidence in my girls. The bakery will be open as normal, but I probably won't be in until the afternoon. I'm sure that I'll have plenty to drink at the game, and won't want to get up early to bake.

So the pastries will be limited tomorrow. But if you come into the bakery, make sure to try the mushroom and spinach omelet. It's fantastic, and healthy to boot!

[Private to George]
Thank you for the flowers.

Are you coming to the game with me tomorrow night?

[Private to Oliver]
So there IS something going on with you and Verity Ashford. I want details. (Sorry, I'm a little behind the times. Didn't get my copy of Witch Weekly until this morning, as the girls put it in the cafe lobby for our customers to read.)