7.

[Private]
This is insane. I don't feel guilty, and I have nothing to feel guilty for. Just because they've both decided that they're completely out of their minds, and that I should be the target of their insanity -- which can be pinned on cabin fever, in Anthony's case, since he's been here longer than I have, but Michael doesn't have such excuses, and his is really the more worrying of the afflictions, since he's the one of us who's always been interested in girls, and not just as friends or misguided attempts at changing the way the wind blows! At any rate, just because they've completely lost their minds doesn't mean that I need to answer to them on the details of my love life, which finally, for once since 1998, doesn't involve attempts to get in my pants being made by fifty-something coworkers who are creepily reminiscent of Horace Bloody SLUGHORN. Furthermore, I should not feel guilty just because I slept and flirted with my ex-friend-with-benefits. It wasn't anything serious anyway, and I never committed to do anything with either of them, so Michael has no grounds to have gotten upset, or to have 'let his jealous streak take hold,' or to be saying things like, 'That is all I ever wanted you to do.' Bloody, presumptuous git. He's doing his intelligence all manner of injustice by even thinking that, just because he's decided that he's in love with me, I'm bound by some cosmic law to feel the same way about him.

And Anthony -- well. Whoever knows what to do about Anthony?

...I should probably talk to Lupin and McGonagall for Theodore, though. It's been over a week, almost ten days, and I promised I would. Suppose he'd have to be serious about switching sides to risk running afoul of everyone he'd run afoul of by doing so -- Bellabitch Lestrange, Rivers, Marcus Flint, to name a few, and not to mention his father -- but nevertheless. There's still the issue of how to explain how I came into any sort of knowledge about Theodore's intentions. Sneaking out and bringing back books that the Order can use to make fake family trees -- that's one thing. Sneaking out to have sex with your ex-friend-with-benefits and to buy cigarettes on the way home -- that's entirely another, and one that is distinctly less of a treat to have to explain to anyone. Especially the people I need to explain it to. Merlin, telling anyone else would be difficult enough -- but Lupin and McGonagall? Aside from the fact that they were my professors, they're notoriously easy to disappoint, and I daresay that this will effectively ruin any undeserved good opinions they still had of me. McGonagall's already had to deal with me and Michael drunk.

Bloody hell, I didn't actually plan on feeling the desire to smoke these things. Well. It's not like we don't have magic that solves the problem of any cancers or cigarette-related illnesses.

[/Private]


[Hexed to Professors Lupin & McGonagall]
So, well. This is going to be supremely awkward, but let's suppose that I have this friend. Theodore Nott. Let's also suppose that, maybe, I've come into some knowledge about a plan he has. To switch sides. What could be done about this?

[/Lupin & McGonagall]

Behaving like an adult is overrated and pointless.