*The place is a mess. The kitchen, especially, looks like a hurricane hit it, with books stacked on one counter and dirty dishes filling up the sink. Remus looks embarrassed ( Read more... )

The note says don't get upset.
I'm not upset.

My lover's gone to Azkaban and he was tortured half to death only a few weeks ago and had to go to Arkham to deal with the nightmares and now he's surrounded by fucking Dementors and is probably counting on me to help his alternate clear his name so I can't fall apart right now and I would really very ( Read more... )

*sits on the edge of his desk and regards Melinda mildly*

So...what is it you wanted to talk to me about?

...is on crack.

( This is not at ALL the answer I'd expected )

I went home-back to my world, that is. Been there for the past week, researching lycanthropy.

I met a man named Fenrir Greyback. I've learned a great deal more than I ever wanted to know.
I...think I'll leave it at that for now. I feel a bit out of sorts.

No worries, though. I'll recover.

Stolen from Einie:

You Are a Dalmation Puppy


( Read more... )

( Read more... )

I haven't heard from Sirius in far too long.
With Regulus and Bellatrix around, that is not a good sign.

*The hag guides them through a filthy alleyway and up to what appears, oddly, to be a large stack of Muggle garbage cans. She quirks a clawlike finger at them and the illusion fades, revealing a large, clunky, round bowl-shaped object made of stone. A round rudder of the same material is attached to one end ( Read more... )

* Pausing behind a building in a quiet area, Remus sets the stone he's chosen on the ground, then grins wryly ( Read more... )