Entry Number Ten: Is it when the snow falls?

[diva_myron]

October is in. It's silver, in the air-- REALLY. Time for swirling around, but too many blood cells forgotten in the meantime. And the colours warming me up.

Can't believe I lost September

I was wondering the other day - do demons exist?

Comments

Private to Myron

[subtle_simmer]

He lives!

Of course daemons exist. After sharing such acquaintance with me as very few can boast, I am surprised you need to ask such a question.

Your whimsy is shadowed by an uncharacteristic hint of melancholy. I trust you are well?

~S.

Private to Severus

[diva_myron]

But just barely-- I SHALL NOT WHINE! So:

If you are a daemon, Severus, then I'm a... a-- Beelzebub? Okay, that contrast/comparison doesn't work here, I think. But you're not a daemon. Or, well, if you insist on being likened to a daemon, then you are a very cute adorable one. My word.

It's strange but true. I don't know. My whimsy is leaking away and I don't know what to do.

~Myron

Re: Private to Severus

[subtle_simmer]

Adorable? Good lord, Myron, have we not argued this point enough? No alteration of my 'look' corresponds with any alteration of my character.

Though, you may as well know, I did relent and got a haircut a few weeks ago. Not from your nancy stylist, of course, but there is a barber in Hogsmeade who is tolerable.

Since we agreed that we have no 'romantic' inclinations toward one another, I wonder if you might advise me on a sensitive matter.

Clearly you have not spent enough time engaged in frivolity. Surely there are amusement parks yet unplumbed?

I see incaution in your journal has led to some questionable characters replying herein. Do be cautious around Mr Morsus. He was one of mine, and highly intelligent, but sometimes his motives are even more ambiguous than my own.

~S.

Private to Severus

[diva_myron]

But I still stand to say that it is not an alteration of your character - it was already there! You are one of the most adorable personalities I've ever met. Not in the ordinary sense, of course-- because nothing is ordinary with you.

But why not from my stylist? He's a professional! Although-- I really want to take a look at your new haircut. I hope he did not ruin what was there before, Severus, hm?

Oh frivolity, I've spent aeons there. Seems like I don't like it there anymore. I'm confused. I-- I love so many, I can't focus on only one, it's so unfair!

That Morsus git? I don't worry about that snob. I doubt he'd find interest in my kind of music, as he had once acidically put.

~Myron

[flowerpatil]

I think demons exist. Although I have no real proof.

- P. Patil

[diva_myron]

P. Patil? As in Padma? But you used to sign off differently? Or--

Allright, I think I ought to tell you the horrible truth. Daemons actually do exist. I was just told so by a very trustworthy person. He's actually a daemon himself. How's that?

~Myron

[flowerpatil]

No, P. Patil as in Parvati. Her twin. I should have introducced myself as we've never met.

Well, then I suppose I should believe you, shouldn't I. If you've been told by a trustworthy source and all.

- Parvati

[morsus_et_mors]

Parvati Patil, the Gryffindor, if I am not mistaken? Why yes, of course, no one could forget the indelible twins of the Hogwarts castle.

That said, how very typical that you would believe some mythical trustworthiness of an unascertained source.

Montague Morsus

Private to Myron

[deirdre_ivy]

I can't remember what

I woke up and it was autumn, and my blankets were too thin. Did that happen to you?

Where are you?

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough. - E.P.

-Deirdre

Private to Deirdre

[diva_myron]

Oh no, not Pound-----_

I feel, I- we. I wanted to apologize for my disappearance - there are people dying, you see, and I can't.

It's unfair.

Yes. I lost September. I lost my favourite month of the year under the blankets. Were your blankets silken?

~Myron

Private to Myron

[deirdre_ivy]

I'm sorry, then.

I think I lost it as well. I spent it floating down the white halls, a little bereft and a little sleepy.

Sometimes. And sometimes cool cotton when it's warm enough to leave the window open.