Word is that Father is coming home. Potter himself brought the word, already a full=fledged Auror after just two years, and still shuffling his feet and failing to meet my eyes like a guilty schoolboy ( Read more... )

My dreams have been exceedingly strange of late.

There's really no point in applying for any more apprenticeships. Not in England, anyway. Almost makes me wish for house arrest; at least if I were forced to stay here I wouldn't feel quite so useless ( Read more... )

What an unbelievable waste of time the trip to Vienna was. I could have outstanding marks in ten NEWTS and it wouldn't be worth a skrewt's blasted end. Even a lowly apprenticeship is too much to ask ( Read more... )