Warded Private Entry
I've been so busy lately. I've not been keeping up with Dad lately, I've hardly seen him and he seems always on his way somewhere else when I do. I hope his eating. I'll have to start checking on when he leaves the office. He works too hard and too long. There can't be that much work and yet… he's never home.
I have been busy my self though. A group of smugglers are trying to get off with only a small fine. They seem to be having some success, apparently they have some 'friends' and I need to be on my toes to see that they get a proper sentence.
On a more personal note, I've been thinking a lot about Sirius Black. We've been writing in his journal. I find myself eating the words he gives me, yet reluctant to open my self up. I stupidly have grown fond of the dog. He has charm, and he seems to genuinely care. I find that I sometimes just sit and think, staring at nothing, and imagine myself in bed with him again, holding him in my arms, or even something so simple as feeling him hold my hand to his lips again as he kisses the back of it. Do not get me wrong, when in bed especially, I also think of when we made love and the careless surrender to pleasure that he made me feel. It's confusing at best. What makes me most frustrated though, is I know that what we have isn't lasting. I'll likely never grace his bed again after Friday. I've fallen recklessly and stupidly for him. I just hope I can get over it. He's offered to be my friend, maybe, maybe I can get him to help me meet someone of my own. Someone I can keep.
Yours,
Percy
I have been busy my self though. A group of smugglers are trying to get off with only a small fine. They seem to be having some success, apparently they have some 'friends' and I need to be on my toes to see that they get a proper sentence.
On a more personal note, I've been thinking a lot about Sirius Black. We've been writing in his journal. I find myself eating the words he gives me, yet reluctant to open my self up. I stupidly have grown fond of the dog. He has charm, and he seems to genuinely care. I find that I sometimes just sit and think, staring at nothing, and imagine myself in bed with him again, holding him in my arms, or even something so simple as feeling him hold my hand to his lips again as he kisses the back of it. Do not get me wrong, when in bed especially, I also think of when we made love and the careless surrender to pleasure that he made me feel. It's confusing at best. What makes me most frustrated though, is I know that what we have isn't lasting. I'll likely never grace his bed again after Friday. I've fallen recklessly and stupidly for him. I just hope I can get over it. He's offered to be my friend, maybe, maybe I can get him to help me meet someone of my own. Someone I can keep.
Yours,
Percy