Yes, that is a giant Tebo licking my poor, sleeping face.

Congan natives have decidedly cruel senses of humour.

rest in peace
♫ I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Well, it is both a displeasure and a sadness to have to be the one to announce this to the Wizarding community, being that her fake father is imprisoned and her real father happens to be a member of the family! but as I am ever the doting brother and uncle, allow me to present you with:



Juliana is doing quite well, as is baby Mischa Katya Wilkes Loftus Travers. For your own safety, I'd advise you not to consider visiting until next week. Well into next week.

Work has been filled with idiocy, more so than usual usual. I'm not entirely sure why everyone is cribbing about, as my office didn't suffer from this "loss of staffing." When will people learn to accept help, rather than biting the hand that feeds? What a faithless crowd you all must be if you believe your Ministry would ever dream of acting in anything but your best interests.

At any rate, I tire both of this weather and of hearing people complain needlessly.

Oh, and Miss Vega, I have a slight favor to request of you.