( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

With so many complaining of boredom, I'm contemplating a party you'd all die to be at.

Sirius! You, me, drink? Yes. Thought so.

I'm a year older, children. Or another thirty years older. Depending on the timeframe you fancy honoring. Anyway, to celebrate my advancing years I'm having a party up at my flat (201D) tonight.

Let's say the start time is 9, but to be honest you turn up whenever you want.... If I'm not in you can start drinking in the hall. And feel free to sleep where you fall. I won't judge.

Oh, and sorry about the colour scheme. That's Lupin's fault. You might want to wear sunglasses to prevent yourself having some kind of sensory overload.

This place is far too constraining.

I think the baby is hiccupping. And my legs keep hurting. It really is making it harder to do things.

There's nothing quite like being on the back of a horse.

I can't button my jeans. Once upon a time - all of a few weeks ago - I could practically bounce a quarter off my abdomen. Now I can't button my frigging jeans. And yes, I know I'm pregnant, and I couldn't be happier, but this whole gaining weight part of it? Sucks.

( Filtered to her husband )