9:15 AM
Oh, and my name is Regulus Black. I frankly don't know what to make of any of this, but hiding grew dull so here I am.
Look, I know you lot are busy with the holidays and family being here from who knows where, but we've got a, sort of, situation. My brother brought with him a locket, and although I haven't read any of those books about my godson, I get the impression that we could all work together to destroy it? I'd rather not have a bit of Voldemort's soul following me around into the new year, if you understand.
Body shots and/or body paint. The Macarena Learn how to knit. Learn pottery Making homemade slime. Makeup. Teach me how to makeup, please - specifically eyeliner. I also need company for a mani/pedi. Learn how to salsa or tango. Legos. Legoes? I need lego building buddies.
I did not wish to speak of it too soon, for fear that it was a cruel trick or perhaps even a dream. Or perhaps it had something to do with Valkyrie's gift? But the magic of this place has returned something to me that I thought I would never see again. But it has been nearly two days and I still have it with me.
Mjolnir has been returned to me. Luckily, I am proficient with dual-wielding, but having the means to channel my abilities so thoroughly is an interesting feeling. It also feels as if a part of me has been returned. Perhaps I am Thor, God of Hammers (though yes, Stormbreaker is also an ax).
Ah, this has been quite the holiday!