Now that the dust has settled, I wonder if anyone had a good time on the bad Merlinade and maybe even looks back on the experience with the satisfaction of a job well done. I've been pouring through the press with all the obsession of a bored housewitch, hoping to find stories of lab assistants in revolt or widowed grannies reunited with long-lost ( Read more... )

So yeah, Eloise was over earlier and we drank Giantjuice and had fun rearranging the furniture before collapsing into a mess of cushions and slaking our thirst with Merlinade. The Wizard Waters are good, maybe not as effective as advertised though because my arms are killing me now; and I'm not sure what the Merlinade did either: We talked about ( Read more... )

Nott doesn't really need anyone else vouching for his potion making skills but it's worth noting that the one he gave me worked just as he said it would, down to and including the warnings about side effects ( Read more... )

I learned a lesson last weekend: Even wizards you generally think of as intelligent and civilised will come to blows if you pour enough firewhiskey down their gullets. Call me naive, but I always thought punch-ups were for quidditch players and their followers ( Read more... )

Whatever's going on, at least the Weird Sisters aren't cancelling gigs. I'm going to the one at Gurg's Court with Ackerley, we're meeting at the Banshee first though since whatever else you can say about Smith, he's not asking two galleons a pint. Anyone who feels coming with is welcome either place ( Read more... )

Woke up this morning with a smelly wreath on my head. Not sure where I picked it up, looks nothing like the crowns my niece made at lunch yesterday. Bibi organised a picnic for my birthday, all very pastoral in a wildflower meadow above Lake Walen. I think she's worried that I've had just one long-term relationship and show zero inclination for ( Read more... )

Blasted by the little bastard, not death-ridden or anything but I've got the day off tomorrow. Nominally I'm spending it in bed, but we'll see how that pans out.

The mishap has nothing to do with Zabini's reading, but I'm sorry for Lavender's sake that he doesn't seem to be deluded in his assessment of divination skills and practises.

I don't know if it's the season or what, but the Saxon princess has moved on from sending her foetus to pick over the collections, to what looks like out-and-out possession. Twice last month alarms have gone off in the dead of night, with the intern found testing mineral cruciform blades on himself, naked as the day he was born and carrying a ( Read more... )

Hard words exchanged at the Dog? There's a shock. Interesting twist this time though ( Read more... )

Glad I didn't sort Emogay, i.e. the house we used to think was dedicated to Dark Lords and Deep Cunning till its former inmates blew the doors off that particular myth. Nothing wrong with homosexuality, just that all this agonising about man-on-man love is a lot less entertaining than straightforward ramblings on the merits of cock. To each his own ( Read more... )