Someone better tell me what is going on.

Now.

Dreadful night. Dreadful. Sleep did not take me untill the early hours of dawn.

My head feels like it could crack open any second now. Blaise, be a doll and fetch me the calming draft. I believe Severus made some a day or two ago.

...why are there red hairs on my black Armani shirt? Weasel, watch where you're walking next time. I know your ( Read more... )

Well then, time for me to retire.

Blaise, we'll have the wine tomorrow if that's alright with you.

'Night all.

...something's wrong.

He...and then I...and so we...

...

RON?

BLAISE!
WHAT WAS IN THAT BLOODY WINE?! HE TOOK MY FAVOURITE TROUSERS!

Always waitin' for someone ( Read more... )

I do not like this...journal.

It is frustrating and giving me a headache.

((Why oh why won't the overrides work? Or the colour mood?
And I had such a lovely header.))