As a pre-Father's Day treat, I've learned that not only has my father been arrested, but that he was captured at the Manor along with none other than Gregory Goyle, and that the arrest is due to him allegedly harboring and possibly conspiring with Goyle in the first place. Someone sent an anonymous tip that there may have been something untoward ( Read more... )

My wand was sent by an anonymous post owl this week, with a note containing a single, ill-formed letter: G. The poor penmanship certainly makes it more believable, but Aurors are still tinkering with it to make sure this isn't some grand scheme to either locate or harm one of us. I suspect that the only thing achieved was nearly killing the poor ( Read more... )

As it turns out, Potter isn't as all-powerful as he likes to think he is ( Read more... )

Feel like putting on the kettle for tea, Potter? I'm about sick of water.

I still don't know where your brother is, pet, he didn't come with us. I hope Papa found him after we left, too ( Read more... )

Baby, just go to sleep. It will make the time go faster until Papa finds us, I promise ( Read more... )

Well. Our plans to enjoy a quick holiday were spoiled by Weaselby and his little episode of acute illness, which caused him to be admitted to St. Mungo's. From what the Healers have finally deduced, the village idiot took a deep, cleansing breath of some sort of toxic sounding Muggle poison as it puffed toward his face. Because strange, ( Read more... )

As the weather seems to have taken a turn for the better, we've spent plenty of time outside enjoying the sunshine, budding flowers and plants, and in The King's case, the sniffling and sneezing that go along with it. This year, I'm determined to best these aggravating allergens once and for all. I've got to spare my shirtsleeves from snot ( Read more... )

I've informed Potter that, despite failing to do so until now, we shall be reinstating Date Night™ indefinitely. Even if we do nothing but discuss the trio of brats after promising not to mention them for a solid hour, leer at one another over our plates and try to keep the gratuitous groping as discreet as possible under the table. There must be ( Read more... )

They'll be here soon, Lovebug. I expect the lot of them will want to show up fashionably late, and it isn't as if you won't have an entire night of Amelia all to yourself after the party, anyhow.

Of course you look very pretty in your new dress, but do you know what would make you even lovelier? This. The perfect finishing touch for Daddy's ( Read more... )