Hmm... looks like Klara's nearing the end of her stint on Earth. The Mediwizards and Healers at St Mungos can't figure out what's wrong with her. I keep telling them it looks like a poison got into her system and exaserbated the bronchitis, but they keep dismissing me. They seem to think no one would want her dead ( Read more... )

Babies are so whingy. Of course, it took Penny to remind me of this, but nonetheless... the kid won't shut up! Why would anyone keep it around beats me, I tell ya ( Read more... )

Everything is signed.  Everything is ready.  Guess who's not going back to London? I.  Guess who lives with his son PERMANENTLY?  That's right, I.

The only thing that could make life better right now would be a shag.

It's a good thing I'm a positively anal secretary, otherwise I would never have thought to investigate why Klara was still fat after giving birth to Penny nine months ago. Lucky I asked, otherwise I would never have known that she's knocked up again, and would have been caught off guard by any tummy expansion. I agreed to sign a deal to live with ( Read more... )

What a night! After arrived at the Manor I fell asleep on Klara's couch and woke up with a stiff neck. Thankfully, it was a bit before her father awoke so I wasn't caught in a vulnerable position. I'm eating breakfast as I write, and I couldn't be happier ( Read more... )

OK, I'm out of there.  Fuck that damn club... Draco, you slave driver, screw you and your employees!

I wasn't going to accept Klara's invitation to move in with her, but I was thinking about it long and hard.  And then I got drunk.  It's probably better I go back to Saint Klara and have her wean me off the drink.

I'm here in Belfast now, ( Read more... )

I feel so unpretty. Yes. That's right ( Read more... )

I'm late. Again. Fucking hell, Draco's going to kill me. I mean, how many times has this happened? But those dumb quims always mess up the style and someone manage to get me to submit myself to more torment ( Read more... )