I wake in a cold sweat, dark images fleeing from my mind before I can grasp them. At first, I feel I am in a dark stone chamber, but as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize I am in my flat. Then, I feel the burning. My arm is on fire. I pull the covers off and a red glow illuminates the room. The mark which usually is faded almost to nothing burns brightly on my arm. The pain grows and I writhe on the bed, unable to even reach out for my wand, let alone cast a spell to stop the agony. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stops. My arm throbs, but the burning stops and the mark slowly fades again.
Something has happened. Something very unfortunate.
I dreamt of her again last night. It is the same every time. I am climbing a set of stairs, but they keep extending and shifting as the stairwells at Hogwarts do. At one point, I fall from one and plummet for awhile, before landing on another. I pick myself up and begin climbing again. I crawl up out of the darkness, the light growing ever brighter as I ascend. Finally, I reach a landing and she is there. The stairways extend behind her in all directions, but I cannot reach any of them without moving past her. She stares at me silently as I approach and then lifts her arms. Before I can discern her intent, I wake up. ( Read more...Collapse )
I stopped in at Daphne’s shop this morning, but she was not there. I suppose she was working the other side of the store as she usually does. I hope that is the case and that she wasn’t avoiding me. ( Read more...Collapse )
After a very productive week professionally, I was more than ready to cap it off with a pleasant dinner with a lovely young witch. My evening would symbolize my commitment to forget about my past, to move beyond my lost love for Pansy, and to stride confidently into the future. Friday afternoon, I made all the arrangements with the restaurant, stopped by Gringotts briefly to chat with Karbog about next week's agenda, and headed back to my flat. Even the sooty, dimly-lit walkways of Knockturn Alley could not darken my mood.( Read more...Collapse )
Today has gotten off to an unusual start. Despite an uncomfortable moment in time, however, there were a couple of positive developments. I began my day as always at Daphne’s coffee shop, noting that it seems to be increasingly popular. ( Read more...Collapse )
I face a conundrum. It is quite vexing and though I’ve thought of little else since last evening, I am no closer to a solution. But, I get ahead of myself. ( Last week was quite fruitfulCollapse )
I have replied
to my mother
. I know she expected a visit, but I do not feel I can leave England at this time, lest I be prevented from returning. ( Read more...Collapse )
The Masquerade continues...but first you must read
Parts I and II.( Part III of Draco's EveningCollapse )
As I settle into my antique wingback chair with a good novel in hand, I take a moment to gaze at the flickering lights dancing in my windowpane: gold, silver, red, and green. Last year, I had missed the holiday completely, staying as I was in a land which did not recognize it. Though I've spent the day alone, at least I have done so in my homeland. No Christmas could ever be worse ( ThanCollapse )