Well, that was... interesting to say the least. I don't think I have ever seen a more dead-end shop than that one. Nor have I seen such wastes of human lives as that stupid idiot's. Barry or Larry or whatever his name was. I suppose I should fill you in on what went on.

The shop was actually called Sparrow and Nightingale Books. How twee. It even ( Read more... )

It's truly amazing what you can find by 'googling' something, even if you're not as technologically able as most. That's something Harry was always nagging me about, and I suppose in one way, he was right. Maybe if I'd been more up to date with sonic, laser screwdrivers and all the other Time Lord paraphanalia, I could have helped more ( Read more... )

It keeps drawing me back to it. I'm not sure why but I've taken to wearing it on a chain, keeping it close, pressing against my skin. It tingles. I know I should be worried. Perhaps I should try to leave it somewhere...

Even though I know what I should be feeling, I can't bring myself to believe the ring could do me harm. It was Harry's for God's ( Read more... )

Well, I have succumbed to inquisitiveness and joined the online masses.

Masses. It seems so strange to write of humanity as masses, even a year and a half after it all happened. So strange to have spent all that time looking around and knowing deep within that everything is wrong. But what else can I do? I have my own schemes and plans to put into ( Read more... )