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captivity is not fun, dessert making, hate the war, love my husband, order causes, spare time, worries

001 - Captivity and Orange Desserts

The captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow:
"I have been struck," she said, "and I am suffering now;
Yet these are little worth, your bolts and irons strong;
And were they forged in steel they could not hold me long."

[Hexed Private]
I know that this will all be over one day and we will all be free to return to our lives. I am worried sick about Percy though. It is not the fact he’s out there that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’m not out there with him. I have no way of knowing how he is doing during the day. Anything could happen to him. I keep my thoughts neutral when I can. To think of the future makes me impatient but to think of the present upsets me more than I would like for it too.

I also hate that he cannot stay here with me often. We shouldn’t be forced to sleep in different beds from each other much less different homes. It is all about his safety though. Finding a moment alone is a rare commodity. When he comes here it would be wrong of me to keep him to myself when he must tell the others what he has uncovered at the Ministry or visit his own family. I cannot begrudge them that much. If my mother or father were here for only a few moments a day, I would want to spend time with them as well.

I refuse to fill this journal with whining about everything. Onto more pleasant things.

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I found a new recipe for Boodle's Orange Fool. I’ve discovered that the library here is a treasure-trove of interesting things. I found this between the pages of a medical text. I was looking into basic healing charms for future reference not that it’s important that I tell you all that. The main thing is that I’m going to give this cake an attempt. Well – I will if I can find the ingredients here. Does anyone know if we still have any of the Christmas fruit? I think I can scrounge it all up and make it happen.

If anyone is interested in testing the finished product, let me know. I’ll need lab rats for my ability to produce a good version even with the recipe. I don’t think it’ll ever own up to my mum’s. I wish I’d gotten her recipe before I put her and dad into hiding.

I’ll be in the kitchen if anyone needs me for anything. I suppose there are a number of things that I could be using my time for that would be better suited than cooking sweets. If there isn’t anything else that I’m aware of to be done, then producing morale boosting rubbish is what I do.