I found Rodolphus passed out behind the couch.

Hmmm.

Perhaps next time I should bring Amara with me instead.

Am taking a short break from my little mission to state the following:

Canadians are amusing.

No, no, scratch that. Canadians bothering Lucius is amusing.

I've known about it ever since it began. And he only saw fit to tell me now, because he was worried, because he was desperate.

So I hit him. And I hit him again. And again. Because no one keeps secrets from Lord Voldemort.

Not even the right hand man.

Muggles fascinate me ( Read more... )

Haaaaaa, Rodolphus mugged some random redhead, but now he's got a black eye.

Ah, Death Eaters. Always great for entertainment value.

Opened one of my books I had managed to keep with me after all my travels, and this piece of paper fell out.

I was very amusing as a young man, don't you think?

Heheheh.

The Seven Deadly Sins are another story, unfortunately.

( What I Did After School )

I am so bloody freakin' PARANOID.

What the hell is the bugger planning? What? He's not just depressed about dying, I know it. The bastard. Though really, he should just drop down dead. I'd cry with happiness, because boy, was he the shittiest teacher I ever had ( Read more... )

I'm only going for the cookies, damn it.

Why must I be cursed with such an addictive personality?

I've been watching tv since 3 am this morning, just so you know.

They're all idiots and it's falling apart.

Lucius reports that Narcissa knows of my existence. What is more, she used my accursed nickname. And nobody, nobody except my darling can claim to use it without punishment ( Read more... )