Happy belated birthday, Finchie! I'm so terribly sorry. I shouldn't have missed it. Please forgive me. Are you doing anything next Saturday?

Before St Valentine's Day, the Romans had a festival called Lupercalia. A tradition of this festival was a lottery where young men would draw the names of girls out of a box or some other such thing, and the girl they picked would be their lover. Of course, the Romans had all sorts of other strange customs, like sacrificing things and running ( Read more... )

The experiment of total and complete sobriety was a failure, I'm most decidedly not sorry to say. I don't know how some people can do it, it's frightfully dull! Though I suppose one thing it proved useful in is that I did realise I've been dreadfully sloppy lately. I've really got to make more of an effort in future ( Read more... )

Whilst cleaning the flat today I found some earrings tossed in the back of my knickers drawer that I'd forgot about completely. It occurred to me that diamonds don't half sparkle the way they ought when no-one's about to appreciate them ( Read more... )

I don't think I've ever been so dead bored as I was the other night. The ice sculptures Transfiguring was amusing for all of two minutes, but then it was back to dull and duller. There appeared to be a bit of a scuffle at one of the tables after that, and thankfully my escort managed to not get himself arrested this time ( Read more... )

Mum's been and gone yet again, and as usual in a snit at me. She's still on about that idiotic gala and how she's the only one she knows whose daughter isn't going, and why don't I have a date, and how it looks incredibly bad that I don't want to go, etcetera, etcetera. Oh, and if I don't find someone else to take me, she'll come here and drag me ( Read more... )

I had a lovely time in Paris earlier this week with Miles, who is quite simply the most gracious host a girl could ask for. First there was dinner at Maxim's in the rue Royale, which is the most stunning restaurant I've seen. It absolutely puts London's poshest to shame. We did a bit of sightseeing, and I spent the rest of a wonderful evening in ( Read more... )

Well. That was disastrous ( Read more... )

Mum popped in yesterday morning to wish me a happy birthday. It was a while since she'd Floo'ed in unexpectedly like that, I suppose it took some time for the shock to wear off after the last visit she decided to grace me with. As I recall, it was the night we'd had the Russian sailors over, and Mum arrived right in the midst of a rather ( Read more... )

Another date. Another dull Muggle. I hope I didn't damage him too much. With my sparkling wit and charm, of course, not anything else!

My bag smells of Thai green curry. Ugh. At least I have something to eat tomorrow.