Aug. 20th, 2009

020.

Warded Private )

Aug. 19th, 2009

019.

Warded Private )

Warded to Scrimgeour )

Aug. 13th, 2009

018.

Warded Private )

Jul. 27th, 2009

017.

Warded Private )

Warded to Rufus Scrimgeour )

Jul. 21st, 2009

017.

Warded Private )

Jul. 3rd, 2009

016.

Warded Private )

I'm beginning to wonder if the more relaxing aspects of summertime are overrated. Too much relaxing just seems like it would get boring after a while.

Jun. 26th, 2009

015.

Warded Private )

Warded to D. Mulciber )

Jun. 3rd, 2009

014.

Warded Private )

I despise Wednesdays.

May. 20th, 2009

013.

Warded Private )

Someone tell me something interesting and good. I could use a distraction from work today.

Apr. 29th, 2009

012.

Warded Private )

Apparently, spring is a time for changes...I've always felt, though, that the more things change, the more they stay the same, as the saying goes.

Apr. 10th, 2009

011.

Warded Private )

Warded to Demetrius Mulciber )

Every Easter when I was growing up, my parents forced my sisters and I to participate in a pantomime of "The Fountain of Fair Fortune" as entertainment for any relatives who spent the day at our house. It was a tradition that I rather hated, as my older sisters Katherine and Isabelle were always allowed to choose first which parts they wanted to play, while I was never allowed. Fortunately, I usually got the role of Altheda, whom I rather liked for her courage and power. Kitty always insisted on playing the role of Amata and Izzy (who was extremely lazy and liked the idea of being hauled around like dead weight) was Asha. My brothers would switch off playing the wyrm and Sir Luckless, and we always had to perform after eating a holiday dinner, which made things infinitely more difficult.

I am so very glad that those days are behind me.

Mar. 2nd, 2009

010.

Warded Private )

Warded to Higgs )

It seems spring is a season of change. Odd, I always thought that autumn held that title, but apparently, they're trading off.

Feb. 20th, 2009

009.

Warded Private )

Warded to Higgs )

Warded to Corbina )

Feb. 10th, 2009

008.

Warded Private )

Warded to Higgs )

Feb. 7th, 2009

007.

Warded Private )

I always appreciate the way that the weather starts to turn around at this time of year. At some point, it's as if the earth suddenly decides that it's time to stop being cold, and then everything is crocuses and the smell of fresh earth and sunshine. I shan't miss winter once it's gone.

Of course, this time of year also means St. Valentine's Day, and a tendency for an overabundance of hearts and red and pink everywhere. I tend to prefer St. Patrick's Day...the colors are a great deal more robust and less garish, I think.

Jan. 13th, 2009

006.

Warded Private )

Warded to Scrimgeour )

Jan. 4th, 2009

005.

Warded Private )

Warded to Corbina )

Warded to Bertie Higgs )

New years don't usually seem new, I've found.

Dec. 15th, 2008

004.

Warded Private )

Warded to the DMLE (minus Crouch) )

Bah humbug.

Dec. 9th, 2008

003.

Warded Private )

For some reason, Christmas never appeals to me. It's supposed to be this time of good will towards men and all, but I generally only ever see people pushing and threatening each other in line at whatever shop they've chosen to visit.

Dec. 8th, 2008

002.

Warded Private )

For what it's worth, I pass along my deepest sympathies to the family and friends of Regulus Black. I have fond memories of him from school, and I'm so sorry to hear of his sudden passing. It's heartbreaking to hear of such a young life being lost, particularly when it was someone who was clearly so well-loved.

Dec. 2nd, 2008

001.

Weddings and poetic descriptions of the weather. All these things need now are official statements on DMLE business (preferably in iambic pentameter) and I can cancel my subscription to the Daily Prophet in favor of getting my (somewhat boring) news from these journals. I'd contribute myself, but I'm not quite as poetic as I am frank, and so I'll frankly say this:

It's cold and snowy.

People are getting married.

Christmas is 23 days away.

There. A summation of the journal network over the past twenty-four hours, minus about a thousand adjectives. (not, of course, that there's anything especially wrong with adjectives, but some of us enjoy our weather report short, sweet and to the point: is it raining, is it snowing, is it sunny? Will I need my gloves or not?)

Warded Private )

Dec. 1st, 2008

000. Biography

Angelica Bobbin )

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