I have to thank Xiomara for sneaking this journal in; I've never known anyone to smuggle literature as well as she does, though the quill had to be uncomfortable.

My hand still hurts -- quite a bit and well, everything hurts -- but everyone who's been worried (and Alastor and Bill have made it abundantly clear that it's a large number of people ( Read more... )

it didn't go right none of it went right and i'm so sorry just wait a bit longer sirius just oh god this didn't go right and this is terribly wrong moody kingsley bill come here now quick pl

Harry, we're still on for this weekend. But I might be a bit tardy, new project.

Bill? I've some papers I might need help...marking. I'll see you directly.

I'm back, only slightly worse for wear and not a little inebriated. Suffice it to say I am nowhere near as young (or flexible) as I once was, but mission nearly accomplished, either way ( Read more... )

That was a very productive weekend.

There is only so long one can putter about a near-condemned house before one goes nearly mad from it. I thought about brushing the dust off of my CV and having a go at it but I've apparently spent too long in the company of the likes of Mundugus Fletcher and Alastor Moody and find myself unable to be compelled into any form of legitimate work. So ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's just hard to write, and somehow harder still to thinking about writing.

Well.

Hello, again.