Izzy Boot

07:56 pm: I swear that Romania has nothing better to do. It's fine that they keep a small community newspaper that they send around, but I do not want to make any page of it. Ever. And when they asked permission and I told them no? They did anyway.

For this reason only, I have to put a tiny disclaimer up in my journal.
1. I am fine.
2. I was NOT ATTACKED by a dragon.
3. Yes, I'm in London at St. Mungo's.
4. The pictures aren't as bad as they look. I promise.


[Paulie]
I know you'd love to go the white dress, long veil, pretty flowers route in reference to our pending marriage, but could we possibly forego such things? I'm not really a white dress kind of girl, if we're being honest. I still think you got the shitty end of this deal. You cook, I'll clean..?
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[Parker]
How're things going with the harpy?
[/End]

[Scorpius]
How's Mrs. Lily Potter-Malfoy? Driving you mad yet?
[/End]

To the rest of you, you're welcome to steal my puppy-sized dragon anytime you'd like. She's threatened to light a few of the healers on fire and I feel absolutely terrible.

07:24 pm: Luckily, I don't have to move. Song is finally calming down, and Romania seems to be calming down too. There's been some ridiculous weather lately.


Ridgebacks are back in full force, so we're working on calming a few down before we move them. I found another Mini, but she died a few hours after hatching. Poor Song, she made the saddest sound I've ever heard a dragon make in my fucking life.

I'm beat, but I could handle a drink or two. Who's up for it?

10:27 pm: ( Application )