Mãe de Dios, are things fucked up around here. The house-elves are now under Dumbledore’s control and that can’t be good for anyone; it certainly can’t be good for me ( Read more... )

( Claire Jeannot has died, which is awful, but I’m firmly in the camp which says it was suicide... )

( Alastor and I were planning to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, I mean today... )

( I'm finally fifteen. )

I miss Alastor and I can hardly wait to get to King's Cross to see him again but at the same time, I dread going back. It doesn't help that today is one of my bad days and I can hardly sit up without wheezing. The train will be full of cats and rats and dogs and birds and I'm already coughing up great gouts of snot. Mamma doesn't want me to go ( Read more... )

(  Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast: Thoughts on Hallucination, Delusion, Transformation, Culture and Sex... )

( Written while Alastor was taking a bath, with extra-strong wards... )

I have quite destroyed my handkerchief and, accidentally, one of Alastor’s shirts. Scourgify gets out the worst of things, but I got a nosebleed from all the sneezing, so for safety’s sake we had to burn them once Alastor got the hex off me ( Read more... )

It's going to be a good day ( Read more... )

Alastor has to go home today. I'm going to miss him. Lots. Mamma says his parents probably miss him too and maybe I can go and visit him sometime soon, but I think he likes it better here ( Read more... )