[Locked against CLF, sympathizers, etc. They don't need to know about this glorious day.]

Attention, denizens of Chicago!

I would like to remind you all that

my birthday is in two days!

No one needs to get me anything, but the sentiment would be very much appreciated! I enjoy chocolate, the color purple, gold (real gold, thank you; I can tell!), and ( Read more... )

Attention, Looney High:

It is with great pleasure that I, Gilderoy Lockhart, officially announce the beginning of work on our school's production of Romeo & Juliet. Auditions will be held after school this Thursday and Friday in the auditorium. All students are welcome, but please come prepared with a monologue selection at least three minutes long.

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Because it is Hermione's birthday shut up, backdating is awesome and Gilderoy actually knew, he decided to do something nice for his best student.

His gift to her is a gorgeous peacock feather quill (three guesses as to where it came from!) and a vial of indigo ink. These items are in a little blue box, the tag on which reads, simply:

Happy birthday ( Read more... )

( February 4th, 1968. )

A lot of people seem to think I'm gay, even in spite of recently and relutcantly publicized escapades with a certain Daily Prophet reporter.

I'm not.

I know this because I tried. I think his name was Aidain or Angus or something very Irish like that. We met in a pub in London while I was doing my publicity tour for Travels with Trolls, so it was ( Read more... )

The only reason Rita Skeeter never went after me is because I slept with her.

A LOT.

And you really don't want to defame someone who knows things like, oh, why yes, she is rather fond of handcuffs~

The fuzzy Muggle-made ones.

She liked them in green.

As some of you may know, there's a meteor shower around this time every year called the Perseids ( Read more... )

I really hate to be the one to say "I told you so," considering the current state of things.

However,

I TOLD YOU THERE WAS MOLD IN HERE.

[Private to Harry, Hermione, and Luna.]

Would one (or all) of you please let me know what I've missed back home? I'm aware that you're all from later points in time than I am, and I'd like to get back in the loop, as they say.

I think it would be nice if we were all on the same page.

Please keep in mind that I don't want to know everything-for example ( Read more... )

Chicago is nothing like the cities Gilderoy knows by heart. It has none of London's gloomy, old charm; its buildings are dizzyingly higher and far more crowded than those in Glasgow; and the faint traces of home-Belfast-lead only to a handful of Irish-American pubs.

Worst of all, there's nothing magical about it.

(Nothing he's yet discovered, anyway ( Read more... )