I don't much care for winter. I've really done all I can to keep the house warm, charms and such, and there's a fire in every room, of course. Charms can only do so much, though -- there's a number of magical wards on the house already, and one can only pile on so many before the balance is thrown off and everything goes wrong. Zombi II is in ( Read more... )

I won't be conducting any business to-day, I'm afraid. I've been ordered into bed for the next twenty-four hours.

It's my own fault, honestly. I know all too well by now what sort of things my body can handle and what it cannot. But muggle London is by and large a mystery to me as I prefer it, and I thought if I clothed myself properly and took ( Read more... )

As I write this, I'm feeling quite peaceful because I've made an important decision about my financial future. Or the protection of my financial future, rather. After a frank discussion with Gran, we've decided it's best if she puts both of the Davis homes, as well as various assets, into my name as well as hers. Dodger has always been able to ( Read more... )

It's late. Theodore is asleep, the Duke is elsewhere, and Gran is doing something on the roof despite my warnings that she'll fall and break all of her bones into brittle bitty bits. I was about to go to bed when Kray came with a letter from the Wizengamot; he doesn't usually bring letters so late, so I can only assume the wind must have blown ( Read more... )

Things have been in a bit of an uproar ever since Malcolm got himself arrested. Old Boy came round wanting to drop off a mess of odd, fur-covered cauldrons that hissed whenever anyone ventured too near. He claims they're a hybrid of quintapeds and anthropomorphised kettles, and while I can't imagine why anyone would want one of these things Gran ( Read more... )

When I was eight or nine, the Duke bought me a doll. I'd never had one. Gran was more inclined to give me a Cornish Pixie to dress up, one that had been drugged up on potion, and Dodger wasn't inclined to give me anything at all, except perhaps a mug of mead to make me sleepy and quiet. The Duke bought me a doll because my brother, Adair, didn't ( Read more... )

I am very tired this evening. Tired and head-achy, with a pain in my sinuses that I know is not the product of any early autumn illness. Gran has already come at me with amber and other remedies that have served to make me even more drowsy. I think it would be best if I stay in the house all day to-morrow ( Read more... )

No-one has come bursting into my home to survey the premises, no-one has come to poke their wands between the cushions of the chesterfield and root through the fireplace ashes. Perhaps this is because 23 Cambridge Heath Road was built three-hundred-and-fifty-three years ago by my great great times great grandfather Addolgar Davies, and has been ( Read more... )

I think I have some good news for you, Theodore: an employment opportunity that doesn't involve little children. You will also be able to keep your own hours and won't have to answer to any superiours. It's just delivery work, which isn't very glamourous, but perhaps it's a step up from scrounging? It's solitary work, at least, which seems to ( Read more... )

This week-end I was privileged to have Blaise conduct a reading for me. I do not have readings done often, for I do prefer that there be some mysteries in my future, but my life as of late has been rather sedate, and I was hoping for assurance that this would not be the case for much longer. Fortunately, Blaise's crystal gazing suggested ( Read more... )