Something's going on with Nymphadora and she's pushing me away. I'll let her have a few days to work it through on her own. If she doesn't come to me soon, though, I'm going to her.

Even with what was found out in the raid, there's no change in the way cases are being assigned. They've got me bloody sitting on my arse. It's driving me mad. Tried to get in to see Sullivan before he was shipped to Azkaban and the guard gave me some shite about not having the proper access.

Mad-Eye Moody and I had lunch this week. I hope I hear back soon. I'm tired of not doing anything. If I don't have an occupation shortly, someone's getting an arsekicking for sport.

Nymphadora Tonks.

Good God, what that woman does to me. Smart, tough, and sexy. I can't wait to find out what she'll claim as her prize for winning our little bet. Somehow I think I'll enjoy it as well as she does.

Except the swimming at five in the bloody morning. That's madness.

I need to drag Jos out for drinks and mayhem.