It's that sort of colourless November, gray and dragging at last towards an end. December is coming soon, which means of course Christmas and the New Year are drawing close. This is always a strange time of transition, the place before the actual transition itself. Waiting for the rain -- or, in this case, the snow ( Read more... )

Tired.

Confused.

Early bed. Yes.

Things are quiet lately.

Perhaps, too quiet.

Not that I mind, per se, nor am I encouraging anyone to do anything about it, but it is enough to warrant my suspicion.

And honestly, how someone can go off to be alone and then act as if they've been forced to do so when they haven't is beyond me.

I had some wonderful vanilla tea with Andromeda the other night. It's a wonder we've not talked earlier -- well, perhaps not so much a wonder as it is a pity -- but I'm glad that we at last have. We've agreed to read a bit together and talk whenever certain other people are off having butterbeer after butterbeer and we're not ( Read more... )

Andromeda?

Might we talk, for a bit?

Do be quiet, some people are trying to sleep, you know.

So that's how it's going to be then, eh?

Well it isn't as if I'm just going to sit here and do nothing about it.

In Addition - That was absolutely nothing I expected it would be. It was also thoroughly enjoyable.

Time to show the world how it's done, isn't it?

Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs -- same time, same place.

Be there tonight.

Livid.