It just didn't make sense, nothing added up anymore. How could she possibly be missing six or so months of her life? Time doesn't just disappear! "Something happened..." She mused out loud to herself. Astrella hadn't been able to make sense of anything that'd been going on. One minute she was working on the copies of notes and diagrams she had from the fourth unforgivable, and then she was waking up on the loveseat in her flat.

She groaned as she sat, elbows on her knees and head in hands. She had to figure out what happened to her, to her partner Logan, and to the curse. The thought of Garrow, the insane man he was, flashed through her mind. Something didn't fit right, and just sitting her flat wasn't going to do anything about it.

Astrella stood, fixing her usual black dress pants and white button blouse. She pulled on a simple black jacket, walking to the door. However, before she made it all the way, she spotted a box on her table. Curious, she opened it, wand in her hand. Inside the box was all of the notes from the curse, and she looked over them. A few were unfamiliar, and she assumed those were the ones that had been worked on to ruin the curse, most likely while she was...incapacitated. She closed the box, put a sealing charm on it, and apparated from her flat.

She arrived in The Leaky Cauldron, it being near lunchtime the pub was slightly busy. She sighed and headed over to the bar, ordering a simple drink in hopes to ease her frazzled mind. Then, perhaps, she’d leave for the Ministry and, start anyway, finding the underlying cause of what had happened.

((Well, blimey. A month without a response? That's just shameful! I'm step in, shall I?))

Feeling very refreshed after a good seven hours of slumber -- he'd had a night shift again. One got a bit of extra money doing graveyard, and since he had no other life, it worked alright for him -- Artemius tidied up the small room he shared with his mother -- really needed to find a good flat or home. They'd be able to afford it, after a few months of doing nothing but working to get rid of their debt. It made him a bit hopeful, to be sure. And the fact that he didn't have to work today also made him rather happy.

He dressed in a comfy, soft tee, a dress shirt over it, and his wool coat over that, his jeans and work boots after. He contemplated visiting his mother at work as Ernie, but decided it was best just to go down to the pub for something to eat, first. Decide what to do with the rest of his day later.

The pub was already getting busy -- it being the lunch hour, after all -- and Artemius was quite happy to see an empty bar stool next to a suit who looked rather depressed. Not my business, he thought to himself, and took the stool, merely nodding politely, hoping his -- or so he was told -- infectious smile might catch on. He entangled his fingers, looking about curiously for anyone he recognised, when the bartender showed up.

"What'll it be, Baxby?"

"Ah..." He shrugged. "You got any Blue Moon?" He beamed as the ale was found. "Ah, marvelous. Thank you." He took a sip before discreetly looking at his barmate -- she actually looked more harried than depressed.

"Tough day?" he asked, congenial. Working at the Ministry was one of his least favourite things, sometimes. A lot of folks weren't exactly polite.