Just in case.

If needed

Work in progress.

Last one!

Setting his half-finished tumbler of whiskey back on the smooth coffee table, Julian leaned back into the leather sofa, bringing the woman on his lap back with him. His hand slid over the soft curve of her hip, fingers brushing lightly over her silk dress. It was a shame that he had let so much time pass between liaisons with Ava. She was a ( Read more... )

Penelope,

This does not

I don't

If

Happy birthday.

~ Julian

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Dear friends,

He's here! Ernie and I are so happy to announce the arrival of Noah David Macmillan. He's six pounds, eleven ounces, and perfectly healthy! We hope you'll all come by and see him soon -- but until then, two quick pictures!


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Early December in London was chilly. There was a brisk wind blowing along the High Street as Julian stepped into Le Petit Magicien, a speciality children’s shoppe that catered to wizards and witches. Off Bond Street, it was tucked away between Bulgari and Salvatore Ferragamo-- not exactly the location most people would expect a wizarding children ( Read more... )

Julian didn’t know what he was doing.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He was here because the grandparents of his children had insisted they go through this charade of a ceremony. He was supposed to stand in front of Muggles and swear to their god that he had submitted his life and will to some almighty omnipotent power and that he would raise ( Read more... )

At precisely five minutes until eight o'clock, Julian appeared on the front steps of the Clearwater's townhouse, a bottle of 2000 Alberto Conterno Dolcetto d'Alba tucked under his arm. He didn't want to be here, meeting his children's grandparents; in fact, there were a number of places he'd rather be. But that sensation-- doing something he'd ( Read more... )