In some ways, Christmas with the Beauchamps is much easier than the days they spent in France with the Malfoys; extended family fills the townhouse, spilling out into others and there is an ever-fluctuating sea of laughing, friendly faces whose names she has mostly mastered. They are loud and glorious, and she drifts without particular purpose ( Read more... )

( in-jokes for everybody! )

( Have you done anything remarkable in its dullness or extremely mad? On a scale of accountants to Alastor Moody, where do you think your current habits lie? )

“Alas, for the treachery of opportunity!”

Mr. LeMat ( Read more... )