Both Millicent and myself -- especially myself -- have endured nearly a week's worth of intense questioning and interrogation at the hands of Aurors and Wizengamot officials. I will not reveal here what was exchanged in these meetings, and will instead only say that that it is fortunate that I have an extraordinarily patient and, according to my ( Read more... )

My offering has been accepted as genuine, it would seem. There was some question of its validity, you see. I believe they were expecting something grander and more defined. Nuance is too often undervalued ( Read more... )

I was just reading a book -- for I am one who does indeed enjoy the act of reading in my free time. I dozed off for but a second, as I occasionally do at this time of the evening, and the book fell from my hands to the floor. As I bent over to pick it up, I noticed that the book was more or less the exact same shape and size as the stone in the ( Read more... )

This ceased to be amusing forty-two hours ago.

IS ANYONE DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT?

Honestly!

Yesterday was my 18th birthday, and I was well-treated by all of my friends and relations in Slytherin, who are nothing if not generous and extraordinarily well-meaning. Millicent and I spent the bulk of the day together in private, naturalmente, while still attending to those lessons and duties which required our attention. Pansy, ever creative ( Read more... )

Another holiday, another reminder of how thankful I am that only one term of my education at Hogwarts remains. There is nothing quite like the freedom to travel and do as one pleases, visiting famiglia in Siracusa, and Millicent in Salisbury, followed by an enjoyable evening in the company of many friends, old and new, at Signora Malfoy's ( Read more... )

I believe congratulations of a sort are in order, Goldstein.

I would appear that our consultations have aided you in winning that which you've always wanted.

I see the bucaiolo are acting out as they often do, yet again upon these books for all of us to witness. Tell me, Finch-Fletchley, do you never tire of being the resident bocchinara? Perhaps not, as it is becoming evident that it is a role you were born to play. I do not fault you this, as we all have our own roles which we were born to play. ( Read more... )

Something strange and chaotic occured last night, and though I am not sure of all the pertinent details, it has come to my attention that the charming red-haired woman was in fact Potter's Mother, circa 1977. This is somewhat difficult to comprehend as to my mind they look nothing alike. I do not know who most of the others were, except that they ( Read more... )

Last night falls under the category of memorable. Pansy returned, Millicent wore midnight blue, the puttana were kept at bay by the threat of belino attacking jack-o-lanterns, and I was introduced to the American delicacy known as the Oreo. The only thing of import to note on that is that it is entirely black and white, and cloying sweet ( Read more... )