( In a small mountain village of barely a dozen small dwellings. )

( Somewhere else in the Cordillera Isabelia mountains )

Private

So... what was I doing ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the Cordillera Isabelia mountains

( Half a globe away, as the train plunged from its tracks - )

It's really quite easy to forget these journals, isn't it?
So. Is there anything I can talk about that won't violate some oath or other?
Incidentally, I would like to remind whoever it was yesterday that the ink-spell is restricted to the Inkdarting field. Half my hair is now light pink. If I find who it was, you will find your own hair in a ( Read more... )

Locked to the Safehouses

I think every surface in the Mill is slowly turning into a kind of psychedelic mirror, glittery bit by glittery bit.
It's even got into my cupboard. Do you have any idea how weird glittery fake severed limbs look? It's like someone dismembered Cinderella.

PrivateCarys Stoker, you are a marvellous woman ( Read more... )

Private

‘Overblown goit’.
Sometimes you can genuinely hear people in your head. Uncle Dave would not be impressed with our supposed Minister, I think. Of course, a Harely can only go so far against a wand, but the initial image is amusing.

Goits aside, then -

Locked to the Order, except Lucius Malfoy

I’ve got several initial lists of supplies ( Read more... )

[[ooc - posted thursday]]

Locked to the Safehouses

If anyone is particularly skilled with the taming, restoring or generally fixing of hair, I would procure your aid. There will be mints in exchange.

Private

I think the Muggle term is a ‘Number Three’. A more accurate term on me would be ‘ridiculous’. I can’t complain - a few bits of ( Read more... )

What a week. Things have calmed down enough in the Mill for people to start getting annoyed with the proximity of each other. It’s understandable - while the floor isn’t quite as tessellated with sleeping bags as it was, we’re still crammed in fairly tightly. At least my cupboard is private, even if on the contorting side of cramped. There ( Read more... )

I need to re-think some of my values. Apparently a fragment of knowledge is far, far more frustrating than none at all.

Hecate's bones oh, wonderful, I sound exactly like my mother, I feel so ridiculously useless. And I can't get this damn charm to work. Maybe I'll tyr and sort through that pile of unclaimed bags again.

Locked to Professor ( Read more... )