I suppose I shouldn't be amused.

Oh well.

Well.

I had forgotten about this.

I suppose I've been busy.

Blaise has returned. His memory fails him again and I find myself envious of his disability. If only I could forget, perhaps I wouldn't feel quite so hollow. I am a shell of who I was, who I remember being. I cannot think of her as gone because in all rights, I should be too. No deity with an ounce of compassion would let one of us survive the ( Read more... )

Anya, do you have Snowflake?

Lisa, if you'd still like to talk, I have a moment.

I think that's it, now.

I deserved to lose her long ago, yet she returned to me. Twice did she return to me. Three times did I fail her. She's in my dreams. In my waking thoughts. Telling me things. Whispering to me, words I don't understand. I want to. I'm sorry Queenie. I want to know what I did. I want to know what to do. I'm lost. I don't know who I am and I don't ( Read more... )

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Well. Daphne roused me at the crack of dawn this morning, in order to inform me that she has been summoned home. I suggested that I join her, knowing all too well how her mother adores doting on me, and remembering very fondly the quality of the chocolates she last sent me. Daphne, however, seemed apprehensive about my cause and insisted on going ( Read more... )

The smell is, as so many of you have noted, indeed remarkable. I have a sneaking suspicion as to the cause of the odour, and I'd really rather Daphne remained in my dormitory with me. Some of us are competent and clever enough to look up and utilise some ant-odour spells. Or "smell spells" if you're plebeian enough to enjoy such a rhyme ( Read more... )

You may only be able to imagine the entertainment value of "Professor" Black's attempt at teaching us how to have sex. I suppose ex-convicts know about the full range of sexual activities. Formerly dead ex-convicts probably know about an entire spectrum of which those of us who subscribe to normal sexual practises are not aware. In any case, the ( Read more... )

Never has a week begun so slowly. I've made decisions today that will, perhaps, affect the rest of my life. But I am strangely unconcerned. I merely wish to sleep ( Read more... )