So... I lost my scroll. No explaination needed. I'm sure that none of you cared much anyway. Bloody buggers. Hair care? Skin...? What the fuck is going on here? I return from Durmstrang and work dilligently on my studies and as soon as I return to any sort of personal life, everything's gone to the hippogriffs. What the fuck?
What the hell is your problem? Brother, I think we need to have a bit of a brotherly chat.
((Darling, how do you feel about Lestrange!cest?))
My brother is a poof. That's taken a while to sink in. Arg.
Sure, I've been away from the scroll but that doesn't mean that I haven't been paying attention to anything. If there was any time to make the move that I've been waiting to make, it's now. They're in torments, I know it. Hah. Fools.
And my brother's lovely fiancee. She's doing wonderful for herself. I'm interested to see how long it will take before she's able to whip the faggot out of him.