I like early mornings. Not so much watching the sun rise, but that fifteen minutes or so of dark before the sun starts to peek through. Pure solitude. It's calming, in some way ( Read more... )

I've just recieved an owl from Gran, asking ordering me to come home for the weekend. I could have sworn students weren't allowed to do that sort of thing, but she wrote that Dumbledore was going to allow it ( Read more... )

Bugger. I'd gone and forgotten I had this thing. Wasn't until I was looking for Trevor (what else is new?) that I found it again. I'd just been thinking that maybe my forgetfulness was getting better, too. I should know that's never going to happen ( Read more... )

It's late. Or early, depending on your level of optimism. I reckon I should be in bed, but I've been having trouble sleeping these past few months, so it's a bit useless. Aunt Enid says it's because of what happend at the Department of Mysteries, but I'm not so sure about that. Neither is Gran; in fact Gran is very convinced otherwise. Loudly so. ( Read more... )