Happy Christmas, all (except Death Eaters, of course. I hope your plum puddings catch fire). I am off work until some catastrophe happens, and looking forward to a relaxing day for once. Dinner with my parents yesterday; late breakfast with Alice's folks today, and supper with Sirius at Molly and Arthur's ( Read more... )

I love Christmas. It's great to see the Muggles having such a good time, and it's infectious. I've got to check the schedule to make sure I'm not working Christmas Day-- mum would be disappointed. She wouldn't show it, but she'd be disappointed. And it'd be nice to sleep in the morning with Alice. I've got a few surprises up my sleeve yet ( Read more... )

I have a brilliant idea. I think we should crash the-- what is he, the Grand Duke or something?-- anyway, I think we should crash his wedding. It's only fair.

And before you start in with "we don't know for sure--" that is technically true, but the hair, Alice. The hair.

I love my wife.

That's it, nothing profound (should've learned by now not to expect profound out of me anyway).

The harder we work, the more true it is.

For lack of words that I can record in print, UGH. I thought I was done with Inferi after that repulsive business in Merseyside last year. Lucky for us the Death Eaters miscalculated so badly the numbers they were going to need for an open space like that; Inferi really are only useful when they can be contained, because they can't follow complex ( Read more... )

I got two days off in a row! Hoo-bloody-rah!

I had a lot of plans-- lot needs doing around the new flat-- but I'm just sleeping mostly.

They gave Meadows Fabian's desk.

Why do we even bother designating items Class A Controlled Substances when the Death Eaters don't seem to have any trouble moving them all over Britain?

I wish Alice would stop worrying about me.

I'm fine.

Grave-robbing activity seems to be spreading. Still in distinct pockets, but radiating outward. Do not like this. Do not like this at all.