Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blonde head bowed. It was too much- too much and he'd never been so frightened in his life. He was coming apart at the seams- he couldn't do this. He couldn't and he would be letting everyone down ( Read more... )

Things were quiet today. Since I have been here, at least. Though I am no less settled. There are many individuals present that seem as though they should be in that ridiculous magazine, The Quibbler. Or maybe even something that Skeeter woman would write about. Ha- were she still around, at least.

Tia Dalma is gone. One of the few actually worth ( Read more... )