Or Potter did, rather. We've had to make use of a fair amount of Invisibility Potion every time we felt keen on shagging near the Christmas tree, as we were nearly caught on several occasions by short and evil gremlins who refuse to stay in bed for a full night, despite the fact that Father Christmas isn't due to show up with piles of presents for ( Read more... )

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Well, after much pain and agony, Precious has finally lost her very first tooth---on a chewy bit of Halloween candy, no less. The Tooth Fairy took pity on her suffering self and rewarded her handsomely, but since that fateful day, My Poor Angel refuses to eat anything that involves any sort of actual chewing. Serving her porridge, applesauce, ( Read more... )

I'll take that to mean I did well today, then?

Still in Cannes. The weather hasn't been quite good enough for splashing in the water, but it's certainly passable for romping, lounging and picnicking on the sand. Getting clearance from the Ministry to leave the country with our new charge was a pain in my bollocks, or else we would have been here days earlier, but I suppose we'll take what we ( Read more... )

It's been a busy week, as expected. Not only have I used Potter's influence as savior of the world to strong-arm the Ministry into allowing us to bring Goyle's son to visit him, I also set about investigating the possibility of reducing the charges against him . . . which Potter doesn't yet know, and I find myself less than thrilled about ( Read more... )

As this coming week shall herald the return of untold numbers of small brats to Hogwarts, Potter and I took advantage of the opportunity to bring our own ankle biters for a few final free flight sessions on the school's Quidditch pitch. My godfather was surely thrilled to be freed from Mother's persistent company for a short while whenever she ( Read more... )

It's probably a good thing that Potter is so easily pleased, since our options are rather limited these days when it comes to spending a birthday anywhere but at home. I resigned myself to a day of biting my tongue around people I can't tolerate and invited every last miserable Weasley, canine, and ex-Gryffindor Potter was ever friendly with for a ( Read more... )

We received a knock on the door this morning from the Muggle authorities informing us that an anonymous source had spotted a dangerous wild animal in our yard, and that they were going to need to search the property in an attempt to capture it. The ferocious beast in question was only Potter, of course, but I feigned shock and surprise as well as ( Read more... )

Granger. To what do I owe the pleasure?