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I know Justin said he loves me and he always will, but that doesn't help. He still left. He broke my heart and it hurts much more than it did with Ciaran. I feel like I can't breathe. Like I was punched in the stomach and that there is a fist around my heart. He left me though he promised he wouldn't. I thought we would be forever. We went to India together. I took him see my parents. To all the places important to me. I love him. I still do even though I am hurt. Even though I feel betrayed and angry. I was actually sick after he left, I was that upset. I haven't felt this bad since my parents died.
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Lisa's birthday. Lisa's first birthday with us together. Slightly bizarre considering we've been dating nearly two years but we got together after the first one, and then the temporary split last year. This year I'm determined not to mess things up.

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I gathered all my papers at home, all the information I had for which the receptionist had asked. I don’t really have that much, as far as medical history is involved. I’ve been healthy my whole life, with the strange four days a year I always fall ill. I need reading glasses. I most likely have ADD, though it’s never been diagnosed. And there was that ordeal with the reoccurring headache, which I guess just ended up being stress in the end.

The only thing I have issue with is the contact information of the family doctor. My old family doctor, Dr. Hollis, is back in Loveland. I can hardly give his information. And while Justin’s doctor checked me out for the headaches, I don’t want to put him down.

Instead, I’ll just write down that I haven’t established one since I moved here. I wonder where Dad goes. Probably somewhere in Chicago, since that is technically his home, but if I’m lucky, he knows of somebody here. I also need to get a dentist.

I have been distracted since lunch, when I got out my map to figure out a good route to take to Dr. Beelzebub’s office. I scouted out the place on Friday, after work. It would’ve been pretty bad to be late to my first appointment, and I was an idiot and only gave myself a half hour to get there and…oh no, paperwork. I’m wretched at paperwork! Why hadn’t I thought of that? And that’s what got me started.

But now, finally, the phone in my pocket starts vibrating and playing its music. I breathe a sigh of relief, something I haven’t done about work being over in a long time. Of course, if I’m this nervous and distracted, I’m more a nuisance than a help. But being about to dive head-first into the unknown as I am, I have a right to be nervous.

I gather my things as quickly as possible and head for the front of the store and for the outside. The moment I look out the window, I feel a smile of gratitude. There, waiting for me, is Okashi.

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“Happy Belated Birthday,” Connor announces as he enters the office. I glance up and notice he has his camera bag over one shoulder, like normal, but he also has a bag in one hand and a coffee carrier in the other. I am pleased to note that while there are spots for four coffees, only one of them is empty.

“Thanks,” I smile as he sets down the bag and the coffee carrier. He looks at the front of one of them and hands one to me. Then, he looks on the other two and picks one, taking a sip.
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Definitely in need of a couple days off.
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I close up the mobile phone from talking with Marley and lean back, finally letting loose the sigh that was hanging there the whole time I was talking to her, but that I didn't want her to hear. I toss the phone into the couch cushions and let my head fall back onto the top of the overstuffed chair.

I close my eyes, and then open them, and then close them again. Doesn't make any difference, seeing as it's pitch black in the flat. And it's silent. Ergh. Friday night. Marley's got band rehearsal in a bit. Harry and Casey are off to some play or other. Not sure where Kevin is, to be honest, but I reckon it's probably got something to do with Okashi - or maybe just another friend. In any case, I've gotta find myself something to do before I go mad.

I think about heading down to Knockturn for another round of slime-hunting, even if it's been a while. But I'm not really in the mood right now. Even obsessive creep-hunters need a break now and then, though with any luck, I'll get a nice, long Marley break sometime over the weekend, on top of whatever trouble I can get into tonight. Merlin. There's not even any Quidditch on the wireless.

Hold on. Speaking of trouble... My eyes snap open, and I think a bit, figuring why the hell not find out? ( FridayNight'sAlright )

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Letter sent by owl, or phonecall. This Dr. Beelzebub can be contacted either way. I can use either means. I’m not quite sure which I’d feel more comfortable with. I’m pretty nervous about this, so perhaps talking on the phone where I won’t have the time to really work out the right words and will get easily distracted. I haven’t really been a very strong writer, though.

Well, I’ll have to contact him some way, so writing wins for the lesser count of cons. So I pick up a piece of paper and click my pen a few times before I begin.

Dear Dr. Beelzebub,

A friend of mine told me that you see muggles. I was hoping you could take me on as a client. I am a muggle and I do know about magic, but this isn’t about either thing. I do need to see somebody who knows about magic, though, since I’ve been pretty much submerged in the world, so to freely talk about problems and life and all that, I would need somebody in the world.

I would be grateful if you have any openings I could fill. Please let me know.

Kevin Acres

“Alright Pig,” I say to the madly twittering ball of feather-fluff, who started bouncing around at the end of the first paragraph, making it impossible to think anymore. I fold the paper and write on the outside Dr. Martin Beelzebub. What a weird name. I’m not sure if I’ll get used to that.

After rubber-banding the letter to Pig’s leg (it’s the quickest way) and repeating the name aloud, I open the window and he shoots out. Now to wait, with a stomach of jittery snakes.

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