I'm not going to apologise for not being around lately. Honestly, I don't give half a fuck about most of your lives. I suspect that most of you don't give a fuck about my life, either ( Read more... )

I've moved. Don't try to Floo or Apparate to my old flat, you'll only come across Cynthia and Zabini being disgusting ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back in England.

Unfortunately, I'm not at home. I'm in the waiting room at St Mungo's, not-so-patiently waiting for visiting hours to start up again. They won't let me in to see Miles until that time, because you know, I'm only his boyfriend, it's not like I'm important. Did you know they only have Witch Weekly in the waiting rooms here ( Read more... )

Miles and I went to some Muggle place called Disneyland a few days ago. There are no words to describe how utterly terrible it was. Muggles are horrible creatures. There are no words to describe it. And it was certainly not the happiest place on earth, as they insisted upon our entrance ( Read more... )

Miles has decided he doesn't like the cold, and so is going to solve this problem by dragging me to the country with him.

And by the country, I mean America. Bloody America. Don't know where we're going in the ruddy country, Miles wants it to be a surprise.

I don't like surprises very much. Especially when they result in blackmail photographs.

My lunch today was certainly interesting. It was at Balliwick Bistro, with Tracey's neighbour, a lovely girl named Thalia. Thalia was quite pretty, and I could not help but feel somewhat attracted to her ( Read more... )

I've been released. That fucker Corner, his evidence was found faulty, obviously. He accused me of murder, for Merlin's sake. The Ministry has kindly offered me a promotion to make up for the trauma I was put through by this past dreadful week ( Read more... )

Tracey. I don't know how else to reach you-- I would fear for my owl's life.

Please, talk to me. I swear it's not what it looked like.

Please. I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so so sorry. I didn't lie mean to lie to you-- I had to, I couldn't let you hate me.

But it's happened. And you do.

Fuck.

Trace, I care about you so much. Please, please, please. ( Read more... )

I'm at Bletchley's. He's doing all right after his little dream, but neither of us are going to work today. He is insisting on taking me shopping, of all things. I don't think my clothes are "atrocious".

Pansy, he wants me to ask you to please let Huntley know. Not about my clothes. About the absence. Thanks.

I'm getting close with my potion. I've had a few casualties mistakes occur, but it's safe enough now that I can try it in small amounts, and it's definitely getting there. Bletchley had an odd reaction to it though, so there are obviously still some kinks I need to work out ( Read more... )