My father is fine, thank you. He's back in London now, after being questioned by the Ministry all week. I've owled a healer to move in to our flat in London. Azkaban was never a good place to live in for a man who isn't young anymore, much less a place to be in for two years, and it's taken its toll on his health. About this week, it was very ( Read more... )

That was the strangest week of my life. Trousers are annoying and they itch in all the wrong parts, sheep smell bad. I never thought I'd see one up close, and not from a train ( Read more... )

Yesterday night I read The Two Faces of the Sandman again, or, rather, my favourite passages. It's a fascinating book, that has gone unacknowledged by the wizarding world at large, as it tends to happen. I wonder if Gudrun Edwards's name will be heralded to the Pantheon of Writers when she passes away ( Read more... )

Well, and just like that, school is over. I've spent the better part of my life in the dungeons, and now I think if I came back to visit, the castle wouldn't feel quite the same. I suppose I've passed the baton to the kids that start in September, and even if I wanted it back it would feel strange in my hands ( Read more... )

I didn't think the new security system, which prevents us from leaving the castle, would take its toll on me; but several weeks in a confined space, however large, have managed to prove me wrong. I can't quite shake off the feeling we're imprisoned here and the dungeons don't feel like a safe haven anymore. There's a certain feeling that's stuck to ( Read more... )

It's hard to speculate on current events, if not outright impossible. It seems history is, increasingly, a compendium of what journalists decide we need to pay attention to this week. However, I've become convinced that the conflict we're undergoing now is tipping its scale to the side of You-Know-Who ( Read more... )

The few people I've told this story to have all told me their families have never done anything like this, so I suppose it's a tradition that only my family has ( Read more... )

I suppose we will never find out why there was that mess in Valentine's Day. It had to do with Mr Filch and an appointment he'd made with a witch, but I can't really understand anything beyond that ( Read more... )

Parkinson, that origami chameleon is pretty impressive.

So, any definitive ideas on what's going on here, yet?

You utter bastard.