Sleep? What is sleep?

So, I've been working round the clock trying to help the WWN news team get out the latest information on these attacks. So far, they think they have someone in custody (and by they, I mean the Aurors), but of course, no one fucking knows anything.





What is love..... baby don't hurt me...... don't hurt me...... no more......

How come the first thing I see when I open my journal (which I found under a box of crayons) is a tree?

There is a very logical explanation for why I haven't actually written in this thing despite having purchaed it long ago. And that's....... well, my son is a klepto? Only for certain things though. I think he just likes talking to everyone on here. Especially that little blonde Weasley girl I don't think he's ever been invited to more tea parties in all his little life.

"Seven years is a pretty long time, Da."

Sure is, kid. Where's your Aunt Meggy at anyway?

Da and me went to shursh tooday, and they gabe us trees! Da got a tree too. Here is my tree!