Still not sleeping well. I think it's starting to wreak havoc on my short-term memory. I can't remember what I've had for breakfast or whether it's Tuesday or Thursday. I hope to God it doesn't interfere with my teaching because I'm just getting into the swing of things.

Seamus came to see me last night. It's something I didn't count on, this part of being a professor. Knowing what to say when someone comes to you, asking those sorts of questions. He wanted to know how Dean died, whether he felt anything. I didn't know what to say at all -- I just told him the truth. They were best mates, and he deserved to know. But I don't know whether it was the right thing to do, to tell him about it. The lad looked so shaken when he left my office, and I know he's a mate of Ron's but I still don't know him well enough to guess whether he'll be all right. I've told Remus about it, and I'll have a chat with Professor McGonagall as well. And I'm going to keep an eye out for Seamus, see if he seems all right in class. What he must be going through... I mean, if I lost my best mate...

Not thinking about that, though. I need my sleep and I won't get any thinking that way.

Still got lessons to plan. Maybe I'll read in bed. If things get desperate on the sleep front, maybe I'll go find Professor Binns and ask him to lecture me for a bit.