Triumphant: logs, entries, media.

That poor foal. My heart goes out to Madsen for his terrible loss. The emotional commitment inspired by these creatures is truly remarkable, I can only imagine the sense of betrayal he must feel that the business he trusted so much could not do enough to protect a vulnerable baby. It is so important that everyone respect the danger of werewolf attacks, especially those who live or work rurally where they're not protected through virtue of population density.

[Private]
One wonders where Lucky was, however. Surely if she'd been injured there would have been mention, he can't have sent her to compete at Algiers? I must check the listings. This is the sort of tragedy that happens when you see your horses as an investment.
[/Private]

Closer to home it seems Graziella is no longer of an age to enjoy Easter egg hunts. Apparently she would rather just eat the chocolate and then go to visit a friend. I can't help feeling a little put out - the Easter holidays are so short, I had hoped she would at least spend them all here. I suppose my little girl is turning into a young lady. At least she's yet to mention any boys outside of the context of classmates or friendship.

[DMLE]
So Evan Rosier has not seen fit to get out of the country and run off to South America. I guess +1 for still having a chance at catching him, -5 for whatever plans he has that merit him staying here and getting a blackmarket journal. I really, really don't like this.
[/DMLE]

Strange, I think, the way one's home soil can act as a tonic. Strange to think that my magic is ever stronger when I am rooted in English soil and tied to the legacy of my forebears. Strange to think that you - that any of you - might think to take it away from me, or from mine, ever again.

[BENJY FENWICK]

( NSFWesque talk )

[MOONY & WORMTAIL]

I've asked, and you're welcome for tea tomorrow morning. To make sure I'm not lying.

Because I'm not lying.



Heya, Wormtail.

[PADFOOT]

This is a hallucination.

[DEDALUS]

How long before

Dedalus, how long before we tell everyone?

[ REGULUS ]

The godfuckingly terrible cousins are back.

You will not engage with them. If that pockmark on your arm starts to sing, you will ignore it. If Narcissa invites you to tea, you will refuse (politely or not, I don't care). If you are struck with the bizarre desire to do some accounting, you will do it in the downstairs study, and not slink off to Gringotts or the seaside or wherever the fuck else you like to crunch your numbers. In fact, I would prefer it if you informed me if you planned on any sort of outing, and if you come to me telling me you are wanting to go buy a pint of milk, I will laugh in your face, because that is Kreacher's sole point in our lives.







Has that    thing been burning?