The hols have not been very restful thus far. Malfoy Manor is lovely in winter and there are house elves t'attend to every whim and need, but everyone is so painfully serious...Narcissa only wants to talk about weddings, and Lucius only wants to talk about whatever it is he talks about. Politics, I guess. I thought the Christmas party would at ( Read more... )

Waiting to die is beginning to bore me.

Also, it occured to me that th'reason I'm not yet dead is possibly because no one can apparate inside the castle. I read it in this vastly dull book of Phillipa's, called Hogwarts in History or some such. And even Auntie, fearsome as she is, is surely not quite a match for th'castle defences. So I ( Read more... )

STILL ALIVE BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER?

Dear Friends and Family (that is, my closest friends Rabastan, Rodolphus, and Severus, and those family members I still count amongst me, Narcissa and Regulus and yes, even An ( Read more... )

Puddin' has warmed up to me a great deal, I must say! At first he kept trying to run down m'jumper and hide but late last night he became very animated, runnin' round in circles and trying to write with a quill! Oh, he's very clever. He doesn't REALLY sleep on a feather pillow, but curiously enough did have a sort of mop o'hair which curled ( Read more... )

I'm all sorts of bored. All sorts all sorts I tell you. It's enough t'make me want to revert to m'old ways of stomping about and demanding attention.

The Pogrebin seems to be gaining strength. Too soon to do anything with him yet, I expect. He's not yet ready to toddle out and play.

Someone best come entertain me, quick.

And now I'm wondering...why do some people prefer to work in groups, and others alone? I don't fancy groups much myself--not 'less I can be in charge, but even then I think I'd get bored ordering others about. But lately I've witnessed th'benefits of working en masse; you get a lot more accomplished, for one. For second, it's just loads more fun ( Read more... )

If I thought I had been ashamed of that one who calls himself "Black" in the past....well, that shame has been far, far surpassed this evening ( Read more... )

I've been working on my DADA composition all evening, which has to be five lengths of parchment describing an experience in which we used our DADA training in real life circumstances. I think it's bollocks, 'course, because who knows how great lumps such as Ingrid Sturgis manage to defend themselves against a fruit fly, let alone the dark arts. ( Read more... )

Anastasia just came by and commented on how quiet I've been tonight. She's usually issuing me all sorts of warnings because I tend to run up and down the dungeon corridors and can't be bothered to speak at a constant, motherly whisper like she does. I wasn't quiet for HER sake, though--I've just been thinking, 'sall ( Read more... )