I've never been as pure as I am right now.

I'm never eating anything that has barley in it, ever again. Or kelp either, I suppose, but that goes without saying.

( I'll never take pumpkin products for granted again. )

Why did I talk Severus out of eloping?

I know, weird, huh? And I know he was only teasing, that last night. That he wants this.

( I don't know what I want except, to see him again. )

There's no sex ice cream here. How on earth do they expect a person to keep body and soul together without sex ice cream?

I understand that my body needs to be pure, needs to be focused on the ceremony, on the ritual, but how am I supposed to do that when I haven't had any sex ice cream in four days? Last night we had some sort of barley soup ( Read more... )

( I'm in hell Seclusion. )

1. Clean pants.

2. Spare robes, 2 sets of clothes.

3. Late night reading material Severus says they're screening for this.

4. A pint of strawberry ice cream, extra fresh berries, charmed to stay frozen.

5. A copy of the Bonding invitation.

6. Spare glasses.

7. Flit.

Dear Sirius,

I have a huge favor to ask you, and you know you can always tell me no. You know I have to do this ( silly Seclusion thing before the Bonding? )

( Merlin, I'm fagged. )

Open Letter to the Wizarding World

I shall be taking Severus Snape and eloping to Australia. Or Canada. I shall forthwith be devoting my life to breaking these nuisancey spells so we can shag like men, whereupon we shall devote the rest of our lives to doing said shagging. In Canada. Or Australia. Anywhere where we are not expected to give a ( Read more... )

I'm here. ( We're all safe. )

It looks like everything's all right with Susan. I still don't know what happened--not sure I'll ever know. Susan and I are friends, but she isn't Luna, who would tell me *everything* from the latest ravages of her monthlies to how many times she made some bird come the night before.

( Er, not that I've ever asked about either one. )