Happy Birthday, Theodore!

It's raining outside, harsh gray water slanting down against the glass and turning it darker in streaks. If I look at it at from the right angle I see a watery reflection of myself - the inverse image of everything I am, or perhaps just of everything I wish I was ( Read more... )

I didn't know her well, though she was always kind to me. Now I will never have the chance. I wonder what dreams she had, who she loved, what she was afraid of. I wonder if she had told those she cared about how important they were, if she was happy with the life she had, if she knows that her passing left a hole in all of us ( Read more... )

I can't remember the last time I smiled this much. Please try not to be alarmed if you see me grinning foolishly. I can't help it.

I have officially decided that my Mastery of potions is only surpassed by my Excellence in the art of conversation. Yes, Goyle, that was sarcasm.

I get started, everything seems to be going along fine and then, without any warning at least to me, it's all gone wrong and I have egg or potion remnants on my face. I think that I will return to my ( Read more... )

It was an interesting summer ( Read more... )