Went to one of the little book shops by the river today. Lovely weather, really. It's getting cold, though.

Bought:
- a book for Russian practice
- a book for German practice

Looked for but couldn't find:
- a book of Lorca's poems
- a soulThe French papers are reporting on the vampire sightings, too. Hmmn ( Read more... )

I've been reading "Cet Amour" by Jacques Prévert.

...one bit of it goes:

Notre amour reste là
Têtu comme une bourrique
Vivant comme le désir
Cruel comme la mémoire
Bête comme les regrets
Tendre comme le souvenir
Froid comme le marbre
Beau comme le jour
Fragile comme un enfant

Building blanket forts with eighteen-year-olds. Heartbroken, ( Read more... )

Cissa left this morning. Didn't say au revoir or anything, but I knew she was gone. I KNEW ( Read more... )

"Righteous Penalty of Sin ( Read more... )

[Hexed Private]

Antonin has informed me that he loves me. Among other things.

The world has gone completely mad.

Not because I love him, too--honestly, how could I not?--but that he could ever love me... and say that he loves me and still heBut I hate to admit that I love him, because that means admitting that I'm hurt ( Read more... )

[Hexed Private to Death Eaters (and Narcissa)]

Screams are always the same. Though the French wrap their tongues around sounds so terribly foreign when they speak -- beautiful, foreign sounds -- but when they scream...

Terror is a universal constant. The most basic, the most... primal instincts... no. Culture, nationality, all of it can be melted ( Read more... )

La vie est bonne. La vie est belle. La vie est-- ...quel est le mot? ...Luisant? Lustré? Non, ce n'est pas lustré... La vie... c'est... reluisant, peut-être, si c'est le mot.

Antonin said that what we have here -- what we have now -- is perfect. He also said that what he has with Aldous is perfect, but that's not the point. Aldous isn't the ( Read more... )

I'm not exactly sure what to report as of now. The time here seems to have blended into a pleasant blur of afternoons out and nights in, punctuated with... with things...

Sending back and forth a black hair ribbon with the "Defender of my Honour" -- dear Narcissa. That was an awful interesting experience. I swear, the only way I learned to ( Read more... )

I'd forgotten how much I truly love Paris ( Read more... )

Narcissa and Aldous got married. I did not attend, I am not sorry to say.

Met up with the best man, though, in Knockturn Alley. Antonin Dolohov. I'm fairly certain we'd never spoken before, until today. ...I'm pretty sure there was a pub involved in meeting him today... I know there vodka was involved ( Read more... )