Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I'm meeting mum in the morning, we're going to visit Da's grave. And then there's the thing at Hogwarts.
It's been seven years since I was back there. Of course, I've only been back here in Hogsmeade for the last two months so it's not like I've had time to just walk up the road to visit. To much to do getting the restaurant up and running.
At least, that's what I like to tell myself.
If I'm busy it's easy to pretend everything is fine. That the older woman at table four isn't one of the women who spit on my mother when she had to pawn the last heirloom the Ministry let her keep in order to buy burial robes for Da. That the world has always been a happy shiny place.
Listen to me, if I'm not careful I'm going to be a bitter old woman before my time. Normally I'm not like this, you know that. It's only near the anniversary...
Normally I'm always the first to forgive. To drop a few galleons in the orphan's fund cup. To give a friendly smile to every stranger. That's my nature.
It's just the anniversary making me sad.
At least, that's what I tell myself.