So much for having sex standing up. So much for blackout days on the calendar. So much for Ceara Cauldwell's goddamned book. So much for acidity and viscosity and temperature and what have you. I let Herself deal with those variables, in any case ( Read more... )

Severus ( Read more... )

Matriarch ( Read more... )

Draco,

I thought we might have a brief discussion here regarding your latest owl. Miss St. Clare has much to recommend her, not least of which is her apparent disregard for the custom of monogamy. Keep in mind that you do not plan to be monogamous. Or not with her. She is therefore likely to be accepting of your relationship with Severus, as well ( Read more... )

Dear Draco ( Read more... )

Sarah. I'd like to speak with you.

Fionn, it's Lucius. Are you there?

They were pink. They were the most unutterably hideous shade of cerise, peeking over the tops of her boots. There is no excuse I can imagine for wearing hosiery of that colour, not even her callow youth, and yet here I am in my library, unable to stop thinking of them. Of her ankles. Her legs. They were amazingly long and of the most perfect shape ( Read more... )

The wolf will be stepping down from the Museum curatorship, and I require a replacement. A, who was the gentleman we dealt with three or four years ago, who appraised the charmed screens and that odd little infant-bone talisman?

Julian ( Read more... )