Still no Runge.

Miss Sandoval,

I cannot find a single damn reliable owl at the moment (Hopkirk, please alert the necessary parties that several of these bloody owls are overdue for retirement), so forgive me for passing along a message in so public a manner. Public scrutiny is part and parcel of working for any branch of the Ministry, however, and there is no time ( Read more... )

Mother, Cissy and I just finished tea, having settled on the details for Sunday's festivities. It looks as if the weather should be fair enough to hold the naming ceremony outside in the gardens, while the ritual of ancestral trees will be carried out in the grand hall. After all, we wouldn't want any of those tapestries to be sullied by a rouge ( Read more... )

Last evening, during celebration of of Freedom from Tyranny and dear Harry's birthday, Rodolphus and I welcomed our son, Rigel Phineas Lestrange ( Read more... )

Now comes that tedious time wherein the nipper's debut is expected any day now (Sunday, to be more precise) and I've got nothing to do but wait around for it to grace us.

Not true. Plenty to do, including a meeting with Professor Sinistra about the upcoming Youth Protectors League excursion, a face-off (so she thinks) with old Hopkirk, a date ( Read more... )

My happy condition has not made life any less hectic. I am relieved, though, that everything is progressing so smoothly this time. The first few months were quite hard on me, and there were times when I wondered if we would be disappointed yet again. But I've just seen the midwife this week; she told me that everything is pitch perfect, and ( Read more... )

Professor Sinistra, I've sent you an Owl this morning and I do hope that it has arrived in due course. It mostly includes detailed plans for the project, as well as a copy of the recommendation I penned for you following my observation of your class. Two others that I know of have been recommended for the position as well, but the fact that it is ( Read more... )

Nottingham has some truly spectacular architecture, it must be said. Looking at the heavily gothic style, I'd say it bears the mark of Waterhouse, which means that it's Wizard-done. Even better. There's a fair-sized community of half-bloods up here, most of them employed at Bobbin's main factory. Quite a few of the less established ones have ( Read more... )

I've made a friend. He lives just south of Tavistock in a cottage that's quite humble, considering ( Read more... )

I wonder what it is about the West Country that keeps its inhabitants here for so many generations. I cannot say that I see the appeal, unless one enjoys exploring abandoned seaside resorts, or climbing up Little Hangman. But it is business I'm in for, not pleasure, so the lack of recreational activity is neither here nor there ( Read more... )