Where are you?

I woke up and you weren't there and I had a dream, Sirius. About you.

Sirius are you there?

It would seem that I have been drawn into a wager, as someone who shall remain nameless, but whose name is Sirius Black, questions my master skills as a player of Exploding Snap ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you. I believe I'm prepared for the staggering amount of revision I have before me. Cheers, Lily, for bringing me my assignments, and I do apologise for the sheer amount of naked Sirius you have had to endure this month. I'm certain there's some sort of counselling available for it ( Read more... )

Well, you try thinking of something to write when all you can do is sneeze every two seconds.

Not all the clean handkerchiefs of Arabia, my friends.

Bloody January.

Tired, but attempting to be vigilant.

Constantly.

And a Happy Christmas it has been. Too full now, and sleepy.

...we never learn
There's nothing we can do,
No one to whom to turn.

We learn this, time and again,
Despite all living-through.
The pain drives now, as then.

Acceptance and irony
(Our staunchest points of view),
These fail us, finally.

Tears are our last expense.
They help us to construe
The thing that makes no sense.I suppose we ought to talk ( Read more... )

All right, James Potter, I'll do what you've asked.

I'll read them.

Well there isn't much to say, really, only that I've not been reading these journals and I don't suppose I'm going to start now. Not much to be read, really, is there? Besides, there have been all sorts of rumors going about -- disappearing is the best way to hear all sorts of things, isn't it -- which are certainly quite distracting. I've never ( Read more... )

Some people are indeed made for eye-shadow.

I am, I regret to say, not one of those people.