... Odd feeling in the middle of the night, last night.

Just...

... odd.

Everyone alright? Frank?

Mmm.

Well, all good things must come to an end, I suppose.

... Father is home. He... brought up things.

About-

Well.

Hardly the thing to speak of here, isn't it? Seems I should have a meeting with a gentleman in the future. To be presented by my Father. As a broodmare.

There is no one who would-

Well, one person might, but...

Not anymore. ( Read more... )

I can't believe we're on summer holiday already.

...

I miss him. Such a great ninny I am.

Bella?

I

I've been knocking for quite some time. Are you even in there?

I've spent the last month doing nothing but knit or quilt or other handicrafts that require little effort. I do believe I am going stir-crazy. Yesterday, while Mother Weasley was taking her afternoon siesta, I snuck outside and walked in the garden. I know it was bad. I'm supposed to be in bed, but my legs are starting to feel like overcooked ( Read more... )

I can't believe how many people are indoors on a day like today! The sun is out, how can you lot stand being indoors? Alice, if you care to join me, I'm going to head down to the lake and kick my football about.

Mother, Rabastan, Lark, Bellatrix and anyone else who might give a damn, I'm going away for a few days. I'm taking this thing with me, though I don't plan to open it much. If you need me, my owl knows where to find me.

Ah, so that's where this thing went.

A bit difficult to keep track of, aren't they? They look so like a book.

How on earth do you all find so much to write about?

Molly's at St. Mungoes.. she's.. i mean they're looking after her.

I don't know what's wrong.

Alright someone help. What the hell do you get a woman for her birthday?