Madam Pomfrey has only now decided that I am to know what has caused me such grief over the past few days. I have some sort of a respiratory infection which is quite aggressive after being dormant for years - she assumes, this doesn't mean that I just happened to breathe in something foul on Tuesday and that it decided to attack the next day.
She believes that I picked it up while living in Russia and that my trip back to Russia over the break only aggravated it out of its dormant state. I am unsure if I believe that or not considering that if I did have it back then, wouldn't the move here have caused it to act sooner? I am very wary of all of this speculation.
I am also slightly concerned with the fact that I still am in the hospital wing. She isn't sure how to treat it, as she said that she's only dealt with only a case or two that were similar to this and it was back when she was in her training to be a mediwitch and she hasn't practised it since.
I am tempted to suggest that she just let me out and see if I collapse on my own or not as I am tired of lying on the bed and while I do have my books and some of my duties to attend to, it simply is not the same as when I try to read, I get a lecture about how I don't need to strain too much and that the dust particles may only make my condition worse.
I even spoke to Dumbledore about it earlier and he agrees with Madam Pomfrey. Thus, I am stuck in here until at least Wednesday, as they both agreed that if I am not well by then, I will either attend regular classes or a specialist from St. Mungo's will come by and examine me.
However, I have accomplished a few things - mostly at night when no one is around badgering me - in my stay here. I have outlined and set very specific goals on a piece of parchment, signed it along with the date and I will check it in ten years and see what all I have not accomplished. I have also prepared new quidditch tactics to practise, assuming that I will be able to continue playing.
I have also finished reading some books -- the twelve books over the goblin wars that Emmie lent me some time ago
, sorry about taking so long to return them -- and attempted to once again get in contact with the Ministry about jobs that would open up for this upcoming summer.
I received a rather . . . short and rash letter saying that they were not interested in 'my sort'.
If I was naive, I would say that I simply owled them at the wrong time - but I'm not. I'm not at all and I fully know what they are talking about.
The Knights of Walpurgis.
They're becoming more important, more urgent in my mind.
I thought better of asking someone to try to research them in the library, but once I get a chance when I'm well, ask Dumbledore for permission to go to the Ministry library or archives to see what information they have there on them.
They're helping my people, and despite my parents seemingly opinion of them (proud people would never accept help, that is their motto) I want to do what I can to get my people out of this hole that we have been put in.
Perhaps once I know enough, I would be able to even join them and get others to join as people have to help each other through the hard times to get to peaceful ones.