They're waking up again. I still can't sleep much, but the thought of a cure has put my mind at ease a bit, even though I'm not entirely happy with the cure itself. But in this case, as Slytherin as it sounds, I think the ends justify the means. And it seems those who've awakened don't have much memory of the spell, so we'll just have to watch for any residual effects.

Saw Remus last night. He told me that Seamus came to see him... God, poor Seamus. Remus lent a sympathetic ear in the way only Remus can, and they ended up chatting about careers and the future, and Seamus mentioned he's interested in curse-breaking as a career. I think he'd make a fine curse-breaker and he's doing a bang-up job in my class, all things considered, so I'll try to talk with him first chance I get.

Remus said he told Seamus that sometimes new and unexpected things can come out of great loss, and when he looked at me as he said it... I knew what he was talking about, it was quite plain in his eyes. Just thinking about it makes me go all funny inside. I'm such a lovesick idiot. The waiting is killing me, and I told him so. If he keeps looking at me like that I'm not going to hold myself responsible for my actions.

We also got around to chatting about family things -- my family, to be exact. Lately it seems I've been at odds with Ron, and I know Ginny must resent me for not being able to get them into the Order. There's a big difference between us right now -- I'm in the Order, they're not; I'm a professor (of sorts, as Ron reminded me), they're students. I've got to be objective as an Order member and a teacher, but I want act the part of their brother as well, and it's not easy to do both. Remus suggested I make some time to hang out just doing family things, and he's right of course, so I've asked them to go flying with me. I'll try to explain about the Order situation as well, and why they can't be let in at the moment... but first I'm just going to be Big Brother Bill again for a little while. If they'll let me.

Right, time to read a few more sixth-year essays on disarming common curses on family crypts. A sure cure for insomnia if ever there was one.