Mum Owled and Dad's doing better! He's been walking to the window and having a look outside. Mum and the Healers say it doesn't mean anything and that he doesn't know where he is or what's going on, but I think that's dodgy. Why would he go to the window if he didn't want to look out? Plus it's spring soon and that was always his favourite ( Read more... )

No change in Dad ( Read more... )

Summer is a wash here. All sorts of tourists, muggle and wizarding alike, flooding the shoppe and I'm working full time--mostly stock and delivery Owls but my back feels near broke by the end of the week. Don't mind much. Something to focus on, anyway ( Read more... )

Remus, Sirius, Peter, James... this is to let you know that I've replaced the two sacks of candied plums I ate with four new ones. Dad Owled them out this morning, along with some filibusters to celebrate the 'end of exams', as he puts it. Though now that we have the, er, brown powder I suppose filibusters are a bit superfluous ( Read more... )

Ha! I am as wily and sneaky as one of those dampish dungeon dweller sorts. I've convinced Mum and Dad that it's better I stay at the castle for hols; now that they know I'm going for Auror track I can use schoolwork as a reason to get out of stocking Dad's shelves with latest in colour-changing inks and doxy repellant. Not that I mind chipping ( Read more... )

So what makes a mate, I wonder? There's my best man Tonksy, whose been a bit scarce as of late but I've always got his back, as such. And King's a decent bloke too--specially now that I know what he's saying. And then there's the four lads I've been lucky enough to live with for near six years now. Sirius, Petey, James, Remus ( Read more... )

I meant to say this ages ago but Valentines Day is my NEW favourite holiday, no offence to any lonely birds or blokes out there because I've certainly worn those shoes before and they are sad and squashy shoes, to be sure. BUT I gave Al a chess set and all the pieces look like characters from Alice in Wonderland. And Alice herself is the queen, ( Read more... )

Aw bugger. Was working on this little story in the library...got up to run to the loo and when I returned someone had nabbed it. Don't know why as it wasn't particularly good and was sort of, erm, personal. Not PRIVATE personal but just...I really wanted to give it to someone in person, likesay ( Read more... )

There's a reason why I don't care for beach holidays with the family. Aside from a deep dislike a great screeching gulls (one swooped down and plucked a cucumber sandwich right from my hand once! From my very fingers!) and sand itching around in uncomfy places, the beach is where my Uncle Algie taught me how to swim. Knowing how to swim is well ( Read more... )

I found him. Under the stair on the fourth floor by the statue of Ogdred the Weary. He was....crying. And I guess he didn't really think I was coming for him because he tried to hex me but really was in no shape to get it right, so he ended up throwing his wand at me instead. And then he just fell apart. I just stood by him and patted his ( Read more... )