There's never a dull day around here is there? It's as if magic somehow creates gossip out of thin air.

The month ends in four days and I'm only now getting around to looking for another place to live. I'm not a bad roommate, I'm really not, it just happens that my mother murders people and I'm matter-of-fact about it. I have no proof, Aurors have no proof, so why should I bother being discrete when discussing it? I understand why that caused problems in my current housing though, and I don't hold it against them. Ex-Slytherins don't have much of a chance seeming normal to anyone who didn't grow up the same way.

So if anyone has a room available, and they won't want me gone because my mother tends to poison her husbands, let me know. If nothing comes up I'll be back at The Leaky again until I get a few more paycheques from Tracey's Couture.

( Warded private to Theodore Nott )

Warded private to Miles Bletchley

I may have to take you up on your offer for a place to live sooner than I'd hoped. I managed to royally piss off Simon yesterday, and if it hadn't been so damn funny I'd almost feel bad about it. Apparently, you should not ask werewolves too many questions abut their condition, or suggest that you need instructions about what to do if there's a fire in the flat and they're locked up. Who knew?

Anyway, I mentioned my mum and it lit a fire under his arse about being a good person and respecting life and saving my step-fathers, and loads of other shite I can't be bothered with. In the course of the conversation, though, I realized something. If it can be proven that mum did poison my father, wouldn't I get my inheritence? I think I remember reading something once that if you murder a person you forfeit your rights to their estate.

I don't know, it's a thought, and it's more of a chance than I have just waiting around for her to kill number 9. Malcolm lasted three years after all, and I refuse to suffer in poverty for that long.

What do you think?

I have a job, and since I have to have a job, I'd say I got lucky since it's a pretty damn good one.

Private:
So it's for Tracy, so what? That doesn't mean I'm accepting hand-outs, and even if I was, it's not as if Tracey was a Death Eater so if it was a hand-out it wouldn't make me look guilty anyway.

I don't know how Greg does it... at least I have some plausible denialbility. Plenty of people saw me associating with Death Eaters in school, but no one could have seen me during the war, and that's what counts.

Warded to Bryce and Simon:
I made pumpkin soup. It's my mum's recipe but I left out her secret ingredient so no one should die.

My housing has now been taken care of, which is a relief as I didn't want to rely on Tracey's kindness for too long. I didn't come back to England to live off of my friends, after all.

I still haven't found a job, but the inherent problem in doing so is that I've never actually had a job and so don't really know how to go about it. I've done plenty of hemming, and sewing and designing and fixing for dozens of people and they paid me, but it was because I enjoyed it, and it wasn't steady. Being rich is a luxury I can no longer claim, though, and it's not as if I couldn't find work if I wanted to, it's the forcing myself to want to that's exceedingly painful.

Enough complaining though, it's a resolution for the week, along with selling mending something to make extra money so that I can buy some new fabric to work with. I hadn't realized how inspired the Ides of March designs would be, and I want to mimic some of them, even if I only make it large enough for a doll to wear.

Warded Private to Self:

Living here isn't as intolerable as I'd expected, though I wrote mum a long owl about living with a werewolf and a lesbian (I'm fairly sure) hippie. There's no way that she won't send me some money for that one. Guilt has to be eating away at her, it runs in the family.

Not that I'm feeling guilty. Not about anything going on now at least... and not about anything that went on during the war either. Just-- It was easy to forget Draco, and where he was, and now it isn't. And I know that it's bothering me because the other day I almost asked Simon if Azkaban allowed visitors an

Writing is not cathartic at all. Sketching will have to do.

Ides of March Madness Fashion Show is on Saturday. Would anyone like to sneak in with me? It's perfectly safe, and if they catch you, they only turn you away, so it isn't as if you get locked in Azkaban.

And I'm still looking for a place to live, though Tracey has been kind enough to allow me to live with her and her family in the short term. I doubt she'll kick me out until she realizes the reason I've been measuring her drapes is because they would look fantastic as a high-cuffed suit jacket with matching straight legged pants. But at least if anyone understands my love of fashion, it's her.

Private to self: I never thought I'd see the day where I was such a pariah that a person would pretend to be a werewolf not to have to live with me.

That or he is a werewolf, in which case I never thought I'd see the day where living with a werewolf was turning out to be the best of my options.

Tracey is a dear, but those twins... are babies meant to wail like that? How could any sane person sleep? Even noise spells don't make a difference.

Euphoria Lane. I can honestly say I never saw myself living here, but now here I am. Well, technically at the moment I'm living on Diagon Alley at The Leak Cauldron, but I hope to find a place to live sooner than later.

If we never met at school, I'm Blaise Zabini and I would be pleased to meet you.

If we did meet at school, I'm Blaise Zabini and likely very sorry for the impression I made on you back when we were kids. I assure you, I've changed, my priorities have reshaped, and if you need proof, I gave up my inheritence because I could no longer deal with my mother and her new husband's views on the world. I would rather be poor than be surrounded by hate. It dulls the senses and causes you to wear only black, grey, and green-- something I can no longer stomach.

If you need a roommate I'd like to talk to you. Make it private though if you don't mind so if more than one person takes me up on it I don't feel as if anyone will be hurt by what works best.

( Private )