PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

THAT JAMES FELLOW HAS HER I'M GOING TO KILL HIM SOMEONE CALL NINE TWENTY FOUR OR NINE SIX THREE OR WHATEVER THE BLOODY MUGGLE NUMBER IS HE HAS MY HERMIONE AN

[ooc: he was so angry that he just didn't finish. expect many of his responses to be that way!]

The phrase Toujours Pur used to mean something. It used to stand for something and now my sister and my cousins have turned it into a joke.

Regulus ask them...ask the others of our world what I do to Black's who betray their line. Ask them how the House of Black ended and then find me. Because I will NOT see the legacy of the Noble House of our Fathers turn to ruin.

Potter, Tell me, did you cry for him at the end?

I will take the revenge that should have been His. And I will do it as I do all things. In his name.

Dora. I cannot stay. Because I would break every single one of our agreements upon first setting eyes on the lying fool of a traitor that DARES to claim my families heritage and name!

Narcissa contact me. We have family honor to restore.

Dean. Did you know that you had a twin running here with a blue mohawk?

...and did you know that I have a twin running around here that's a freaking Harry Potter character?

That's it. This place is ridiculous. I'm drinking.

The socialites were having a heated gathering last night at the Hotel Roosevelt and unfortunately it didn’t end well. I’m afraid one thing led to another and ultimately, the party died down and ceased to exist after an hour of festivities. It was quite terrible. I can’t even bring myself to imagine how they will ever manage to get the blood stains out of the carpet… It will take time, I believe.

Potter, you can think of this as a present from me to you. Fifty five gifts in all. They’re cold and as stiff as a door, but it’s the thought that counts. You should consider stopping by and having a look around. I’m sure it will bring back fond memories.

I feel rejuvenated. I think I'll have a good day.

[OOC- Skins people, feel free to confuse the hell out of Hunter.]

I am still looking for people to work at my shop, Practical Magick. It is well under way but Morgan and I don't really want to have to be there every day of the week. If anyone is looking for a good source of income, I'll be more than happy to give you a job. There's only one thing, though. I'm afraid you have to be affliated with magick in some way. Can you use it? Have you used it? I don't really care what form it is, but it's better to have people who know what they're doing.

That's about it, really.

I'm not usually one to admit this type of thing.
But Christ, I've never felt so alone in my life.

I'm never drinking again.

Wotcher, kind and not confused people of the interwebs! I'm afraid I've found myself in a bit of a predicament. I'm not sure whether I blacked out or just suffered from a temporary bout of oblivate amnesia, but could someone possibly tell me where I am?

This certainly isn't London. We don't have palm trees in London.