First article was published today since I returned. They were trying to give the assignment to someone else, but I threw a hissy and got it instead. There was no way I was allowing anyone else to write that article. Yes, I may be a bitch, but I wasn't going to allow someone to butcher something so important.

I don't really remember Megan Jones from school. I'm sure I gossiped all about her, but then again, who didn't I gossip about in my vane and idiotic youth? Looking back, I cringe. Who spreads rumors about themselves just so they can have their name on people's lips and their face in people's minds? Apparently a very sad and pathetic Lavender Brown.

Returning to the point, I didn't know Megan, but I know her horrors now. I can't believe someone was capable of that. She killed Ernie. Ernie Macmillan. It doesn't make sense. All information points to the fact that he was only killed because he was in her way. I liked Ernie. I remember him from school. He was nice. Didn't care what everyone else was saying about me. He would always help me with my History of Magic assignment if I needed it. He was so... 

He's gone now. So many people are gone. It was the least I could so, I suppose, since I didn't even think to attend his funeral. He wasn't written badly about, as Boxman would have done it. Zabini had every right to come here and ream Ticky. What an arse. I wasn't going to let that happen with this article. Ernie deserved better.

I have another article I'm working on, but it's making me sick just thinking about it. He better appreciate the lengths I'm going to to secure the most humiliation. He'll owe me, that's for sure.

Man smiled at me in the lift today. I faked a sneeze to get him to back off. Worked wonders.

I really must secure some proper furniture for my drab and boring flat. I can't continue to sleep on the sofa. It's utterly ridiculous for me not to buy furniture, actually. I'm staying here. This is where I live now, yet... I don't want to fill the flat. Filling means I'm actually here. Alone. Again. Back at this place that is unwelcoming and full of so many memories. Mostly bad. Yes. There are good memories here as well, but it's so hard to see them through the haze that the bad ones cause. Ernie was one of those good memories. Hopefully this means something to him. It's the least I can do. Which isn't that much, but at least it's something.