LJ is purging old accounts that haven't been logged into or updated for 24 months. So I am updating this journal to protect it from purge. That is all, carry on!

Deshanks, Trilby, drop what you're doing and check your computers ( Read more... )

What did I do. What have I done. What -- I can't even think. I have work. That will tie me down at least a little while. I can't think about this. I have to work ( Read more... )

This is Julian Knightley, Minister for Magic. I am in my personal office at Duxi Latebra, Whitby, Yorkshire. The computer timestamp will bear out time and date. This recording is made without my guest's knowledge or consent.

shouted: COME IN.

Sophia. The butler informed me you were here. What can I do for you this evening?

Harry ( Read more... )

Deshanks,

I believe the pair of us may in fact have reached the cracking point. I suspect between us we almost sleep enough for one person.

Hie yourself to the information offices tomorrow and find out where Joe (possibly Jo) Trilby works or lives. Trilby is a young witch wizard person who may, if the recommendation from Lupin is sound, suit as ( Read more... )

There is no doubt she has probably saved me an ulcer already, and no doubt she will save many more before long ( Read more... )

S ( Read more... )

A delicate boquet of lilies, red roses, and oak leaves is delivered. In the heart of the topmost lily is an elegant gold necklace and a small card reading merely "For my Own". The pendant detaches to form a small chain suitable for a young child, with an anti-choking hex on it.

My own ( Read more... )