Chrismas at not-home is fucking awesome. I look a bit beat-up, as if a very furry animal came and ravaged me during the night, but I sent the bird home and I'm recovering from the rugburn.

Hurhur.

Remus, James, let's go spread some holiday joy by letting some fireworks off somewhere illegal. To Authorities: I say this all in Christmas-like jest!
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Oh, Halloween. Back in the Black household, this was the time of year when I would regularly put spiders in Regulus's morning ceral and paste in his shampoo. Mother would yell at me about being a disgrace to the family while Father made disapproving noises under his mustach. Things like this make me remember why exactly I hate my family ( Read more... )