I have been rather absent lately.
[Private to Self]-- what an amusing notion. What an amusing-- Today I am feeling rather suicidal in the sense one of those important people of Literatur always felt like in their opium smoking binges et cetera. Perhaps, I have started recessing into abyssal depths of unstylish boredom. Somebody must save me-- somebody not as perfect as Ciarán. He does enough, in fact so much I struggle not to strangle him in a feat of passionate desire. What an amusing notion. --[/End Private to Self] Good morning, world- I had a very nice winter hibernation.
Arcadia is thinking of going more mass-oriented
[Private to Self] Less and less of fresh blood around to taint. Literally. [/End Private to Self] in light of new life and all those other silly concepts our light-hearted idealists like to promote. I was specifically thinking of announcing a caricatures competition among young and hopeful artists on the themes of "The Recent Great Wizarding War That Has Become a Business Brand", "Heroes Who Saved Our Rears", and perhaps (not quite sure of that yet-- would it have the same popularity potential?- so I might need your help on that--) "Twisted Identities of Ministry Officials".
Other than that and in less serious news- I was thinking of spoiling a virgin or two. Line up. Oh, and speaking of which--
[Private to Lisa Turpin]
Mlle Turpin,
As I am feeling a bit too lazy to send you an owl- how impolite of me, I know, but the sun is shining so brightly today, I must tan!- I am writing you a private message in this medium.
I would like to inquire as to the level of your willingness to accompany me on a guest visit to a country exhibition of birds of prey in Essex. I would rather spend quality time with you there, than stuffing our stomachs with less than excellent food in restaurants.
Yours faithfully,
Montague Morsus
[/End Private to Lisa Turpin]
[Privato a Ciarán]
My love-
I am entertaining myself. Rejoice!
[/End Privato a Ciarán]
Any responses, valiant British magi?