Miles Bletchley

It's become clear that my drive for success has affected my relationships. Simone has suffered for my lack of attention, certainly. I haven't seen Reese or Beckett in months, nor Pansy since our dinner and subsequent drinks with her prat boyfriend.

I'm having serious doubts about my decision to become a member of a certain silver-clad society. They've helped me get my practice to where it is today, but the members I've come in contact with seem to have a common thread of madness. Megan Jones, Tracey Goyle, Cormac McLaggen.

Alright, McLaggen's not insane, just a prick. Still, it makes me uneasy to have him living with Pansy. I need to speak to her. Maybe have her over and see if she'll be more forthcoming than she was at dinner.