Triumphant: logs, entries, media.

who: Dorcas Meadowes, Ivy Fortescue, and a few officers of the law.
what: Leave-takings & new starts. (i/ii)
where: Ivy's cottage in Cumbria
when: Mid-August.

( Here, let me take a good long look at you now. )

Here's a thought:

It's not the bite that turns you into an animal, it's not the changes in your body or in your head: it's everything else. Lycanthrope or not, when you treat beings like beasts is it any fucking wonder they become them?

(Hello, Monitor Lovelace. Have a great day!)

Who: Fenrir, Ivy and Dyrfinna
When: Sunday June 1
Where: Ivy's house
What: Time for a face-to-face chat.
Status: In Progress

( 'This is barbaric.' )

( Warded: Private )

Please refer all inquiries of the recent incident outside of Hogsmeade to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Being Division.

Have fun with that runaround.

A polite notice to my friends in Beast Division: I get that you want to put me down, but you should at least have the courtesy not to drink my milk before it reaches my land. There's doing a job and then there's taking the piss.

(And I'd say 'there goes the career', but that bird's flown.)

What we all heard on the 1st - and a couple other conversations - got me thinking. I'm sure there's someone many of us would want to bring back if we could. I told someone that I had no one I'd bring back, and that's still true.

We're the ones left behind, and it seems to me like it'd be easy for us to say we'd bring them back when the world's kept spinning, but living with that burden isn't that easy. Maybe it wouldn't be what they'd want. Maybe we've all changed too much. Maybe it wouldn't be fair.



Of course, life's a bitch and she's never fair, so what do I know.