ooc: No I hadn't picked a job...hmm i think Tamantha is going to be a substitute teacher.

Tamantha walked in from a long day at work, dropped her bag right next to the door and plopped down onto her couch. It hadn't been much different from other days, except that she couldn't shake that note from her mind. All day she had just wanted to get home and figure out what she was going to do about it.

She pulled the note out of her back pocket and read it over a few times. Dissecting it line by line.

On the one hand, she wanted to figure out what was wrong with her memory, and she had a feeling going to Hogsmeade would help her do just that. Something was missing from Tamantha, she could feel it. As if part of her had been removed from her. And she wanted it back. She wanted to be whole again.

On the other, she had a life, a job, and responsibilities that could not be dropped just for some hunch she had. How could she just get up and leave, what would she say, Oh, I'm sorry I can't work at all this week I'm going to follow a hunch I had about a mysterious note that magically appeared on my night table the other night. Oh yeah that would make her sound completely sane.

She continued to weigh her options, the pros and cons of each choice. This was just what she did. She always had to think everything through. Afraid that if she made the wrong choice she would regret it forever.

"It looks as though I'm going to Hogsmeade." She couldn't shake the feeling of needing to be there. And that's what it all came down to.

Following her gut.