I must be jumping the gun, there's trouble in the world all the time, but the acceleration of it lately is making me very worried. Disappearing Ministry members? And now an attacked student? You know there is a problem when Hogwarts is affected-- and a sick problem; who messes with children? It's the lowest, evilest tactic. Harming the innocent is ( Read more... )

Alphard Black passed away this week. My Uncle Alphard was the most supportive adult in my childhood. He was just a rogue uncle, his power never enough to trump my parents' or anything, but he had enough of an edge that he could help out when things had become intolerable for Sirius or me. And mostly, he just cared, which was all I ever really ( Read more... )

New Years came quietly at our house; Sora fell asleep at 9:00 pm-- I'm not complaining ( Read more... )

The Christmas holiday was very pleasant, I must say. It's a quiet affair now, I must say, but somehow the holiday seems brighter now, even in the dark of winter.

( Pictures (All of Nymphadora) from the Holidays )

It tried to snow today. It really tried. There were flurries blowing about this morning when I ran out to get some groceries with Dora. They didn't stick-- they barely landed-- but at least there's hope. It's blisteringly cold now, anyway; it might as well snow! Plus I do want Dora to have a chance to play in her new boots. She's not old enough to ( Read more... )

Dora's Halloween went very well. Ted, Dora, and I were dressed as a Midsummer Night's Dream theme; Ted was an excellent sport and wore an ass's head so I could be the fairy queen. Dora stayed awake-- due in part to her sugar intake, I'm sure-- for most of the Halloween party we went to, and was mostly charming. Anything else could be justified by ( Read more... )

Autumn's hit with full force; the leaves are falling already and it's been all Ted and I can do to keep them flushed out of the pond. It's not that I mind the falling leaves on the yard-- it's very festive-- but they just look so garish and dead when they're wet and disintegrating in the water ( Read more... )

The Prophet's not too clear about much of the details, but there's been an anti-Muggle skirmish in London-- with casualties, even, Muggle casualties. It makes me nervous about going out with Dora; we were just in the little park in Diagon Alley a few days ago. I've got plenty to worry about, after all, people that wouldn't mind to see me-- or, more ( Read more... )

Though classes are back in session for those still in school, it's still quite summery out (I feel a little badly for all those returning so soon to school!); I've still been working in the garden, and quite a few things have come to harvest. Dora isn't quite as fond of it as before; she had an accident outside a few weeks ago, and though her mum ( Read more... )

Summer goes well. Dora and I have mostly enjoyed mornings in the garden; I do the work while she explores. Thankfully we haven't had any gnomes yet; I'm not afraid of them as I used to be as a girl, but I'm still worried one will jump out and startle me-- and Dora probably will be less afraid of it than I will be ( Read more... )