There's nothing quite like being met at your own front door (just as you're about to be carried upstairs to bed) after a delightful evening at the theatre. With the news that the Hogwarts groundskeeper and head of housekeeping are traitors and are in custody and would the man who's about to carry you up the stairs please come and interrogate them ( Read more... )

( I’d like to be able to write that it’s been wonderful to have some privacy, but really, we haven’t had that much... )

There’s a saying they have here, the best laid plans of mice and men. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say the best planned lays? Yes, I do think so.

The past few days have been gruelling. Between the usual War Bureau business, the disappearance of Claudien de Kernoël, The Quibbler and all attendant problems, and the burning of Medmenham ( Read more... )

( Great Isis, how I hate that woman now. )

( Well, that was interesting. )

I used to look at the portraits of myself at 14 and 15 and think what a fool I was ( Read more... )

Absolution Potter. Be glad Alexandra does not live with me any more. Because if she did, I would take her to Godric's Hollow today, and we would go to your grave. And I would have from your shade, just a little of what you took from me.

( ...three blue stars rise on the hill; say no more, now, just be still--all these trials soon be past; look for something built to last... )

I am so, so tired. Priscilla has no idea, none whatsoever, how difficult it was for me to be civil to her when she woke me up like that. I feel bad about sending Hadrian home, but he’s got his sisters with him, and I don’t have the energy to handle any children I don’t have to handle right now. Fiammetta’s mine, I’m responsible for her. ( Read more... )

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