Dear uhh… e-Diary? Do I have to say this every time?

Ahem. I decided to start this, even though I don’t usually like putting down thoughts. But all of a sudden, I find I have a lot more thoughts these days. Lots of things have changed in my life.

Anyway, today is my fifteenth Birthday, and also my one-week anniversary with my lovely, silly husband. He specifically took a bit of late annual leave to make sure he had today off, which was nice of him.

But for some reason, Jim is being a loony. He made me a cake with 15+1 written on it and says he’s pretending it’s my sixteenth ‘to sooth his soul’. Whatever that means. I insisted that I helped him to make the icing.

The day after, let’s call it, ‘the baking incident’, that consummated our relationship, we immediately went out to buy a new double-bed. Not a Queen-sized like I used to have all to myself at home, because there’s not enough space in the room; but that’s okay. The important part is being able to snuggle at night for me.

I’m lucky I’m still able to walk though. Well, I have access to a cheat! Muscle fatigue? Cramps? My husband’s magic heals all that! And I think he can keep going for quite awhile as a result. Maybe. I still have to keep trying to find his limits! Though I’m not a complete monster, I did restrain myself when he had to work.

We’ve talked a lot about this other version of the world that he came from over the last week. I looked up things on parallel worlds a lot, and watched some movies about it when he was at work, so I did my background research. It’s a bit of a crazy idea. But if the Arch-Magister told him that was really the case, I suppose she knows best about it.

He also said that he wasn’t talking to his old friends anymore. He went out to meet with them a couple of nights ago, and returned within a couple of hours looking rather sad.

Even though he acted all smooth and said that he’d always prefer the ‘world-line where I was his wife’, and laughed, it made me mad to see him trying to cover up his distress over the fact that they must be entirely different people to ones he remembered. I figured out that maybe all of this was likely why the whole Gavin thing happened, but I decided, in the end, that it really wasn’t all that important that he was a weirdo from two worlds, and I told him so. As long as he doesn’t miss it, and is happy where he is, that is.

When I said so, he ended up crying a bit with me.

I mean, I’m not super-powerful, and in the end, all I can do is help him through his homesickness. I just have to think that he’s moved from abroad to here from the commonwealth or something.

In the end, we also decided not to tell anyone else about this. Let it be a secret between me, him, and the Arch-Magister, who let’s face it, has already probably forgotten.

Brother told me that his link to the Anti-Nobles was mostly low after further investigation, in any case. He was merely a sympathiser rather than a supporter for the most part, and he has now very much renounced that affiliation.

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Speaking of that, it was really big news!

My brother and his wife Alice both got awarded a Sophia Cross Medal for their work in busting a huge cell of the Anti-Nobles, and even capturing Tixannatania, Queen Feinenjeratha’s daughter, red-handed in a plot to bomb the Britannia parliament with necrotic assault devices.

I think the politicians were really happy about that. It finally gave our Empire grounds to formally declare war on The Lemurian League, finding a concrete link between them and the consistent terrorist activities and guerrilla strikes that have hitting us for years.

Now we can send in all the Red-Coats, the elite mage army, along with the Navy and the RAF. Six of the Ten Arch-Magisters have left to go fight abroad, led of course, by Seria of the Dark Skies.

I did wonder why Seria never wanted to take responsibility for it. After all, it must have been the information she extracted that helped my brother prevent a tragedy.

But then again, she looked practically gleeful on the television news reports about us going to war, clad in her full battle dress. Her being a battle-addict who can’t be bothered with the small details seems to match the picture of her in my head, and makes a lot of sense.

Still scary though.

My friends wouldn’t shut up about me seeing her when I told them. Of course, I didn’t talk about the summoning, though; as that’s a family secret.

The crazy thing is, I might have been the same before I summoned her. Its easy to scream like little girls when we see celebrities; but Seria is just too scary in real life. For the first time in my life, it actually made me glad that I’m not powerful like her.

I don’t think that image of her throwing a body aside like trash will ever leave me. I cried a bit to Jim about it one night after it kept showing up my dreams.

I ended up shutting them up in return by talking about all my sexy time until their sick of hearing about it like Kris’s talk about kissing. It did have some effect, though. Fran went off to, in her words: ‘discipline her husbands’ poor sexual performance’, which sounded scary!

Well, she made light of it, but it really disappointed her, I think, so its good that she’s now proactive.

As for being proactive, I talked with Jim today about doing some college. He immediately agreed that I should, so we ordered a few prospectuses for the local area. Fran and Sasha were both also interested in hopping in a magical engineering course with me like I hoped, and we’ve now just got to decide which is better.

My mandatory school grades from before weren’t all that great; I did well at English and History, and I was okay at Magic Practice, and barely passed Science through some serious last-minute cramming. I do have to pick a place that won’t mind me making up credits from home if I get pregnant; but there are a few places that specifically cater to freshly married girls like us.

Jim has been wearing protection since our first time. Fortunately, it was a safe day when I pounced on him, I think. I haven’t said anything about him doing it because I guess I do feel nervous about the idea I might have to have a baby like Lily. Who wouldn’t?

I know, I’m still being a coward. I do have to have one before I get old, but we still have a few years, and he says it should be my choice.

So that’s nice.

Anyway, I’m flush on cake and its late now, so I’m going to get to sleep. Tomorrow, I’m going out for a belated party with the girls for my birthday!

I’m excited for my future for the first time in forever, though. There is a lot to look forwards to!