| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-15 22:27:00 |
Thus completes the first twenty-four hours of my self-isolation. Although my chambers are indeed quite spacious and exquisitely decored, I was tempted to nip out a bit and spend time in our gardens. After Dacey brought me a trayful of martinis, my resolve returned and strong I held my own inside my quarters.
The next few days I did have shopping scheduled to pick up a few things for my business associate as well as to better plan for the bachelor tea party I shall be hosting in Remus's honour in the near future. I do hope that my Little Dragon is doing well. I miss him terribly and am still not allowed to have any contact with him. Reading his journal is simply not the same as being able to correspond with him privately.
My sour omen.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-04-15 08:55 pm UTC |
He is well, Narcissa. However, you may be recieving an owl from the Ministry - he used magic in the Muggle world, apparently. Still don't quite know the exact circumstances but the Ministry wasn't too thrilled regardless. I think I got them down to a minor offense however, and nothing serious should come of it.
Good luck, madam.
- Remus
A cane riles spirit.</a>
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-15 09:20 pm UTC |
Thank you for keeping an eye on him. Do let me know what exactly the Ministry has decreed, won't you?
Narcissa