( -Private to Kingsley- )

It seems my dear wife decided not to get a divorce after all. How refreshing to know the sanctity of marriage is still alive and well.

( -Private to the Marauders, plus Regulus- )

( -Private to the Marauders- )

The smell of fresh divorce papers lingers in the quiet morning air. How poetic.

( -Private to Marauders- )

( -Private to Claire- )

( -Private to Emmeline- )

The deluge of owls has yet to end. I found feathers in my hair last night.

( -Private to the Marauders- )

Another Sunday to be spent in the office. It never ends.

Baby brother, I never knew.

( -Private to Regulus- )

( -Private to Claire- )

( -Private to Peter- )

All Hallows Eve. My favourite night of the year. I think in the spirit of the great month of October thus far, I shall go out and father half a dozen bastards.

Moony, Wormtail, Prongs, who's with me? The fathering bastards part is optional, though I dare say all three of you could use a good night out on the town.

My hours at the office have been expanded this week, since I was unable to attend to my duties for a day last week. I have an upcoming business trip to Rome as well that needs my attention.

Claire, would you like to come with me? I thought you might like to see Italy.

( -Private to Regulus- )

( -Private to Theodore- )

I will be going out tonight, and I will be staying out.

( -Private to Regulus- )

( -Private to Theodore- )

My, my. Are there any more Blacks who would like to publicly declare themselves tonight, or are we finished for the time being?

( -Private to Claire- )

( -Private to Cassia Vance- )

It seems the Black family has expanded by one. I am sure you are all so proud.

It seems a girl who was the same age as my wife and looks quite like her was found dead in Hogsmeade the day before last. Curious timing. Julian, you would not happen to know anything about it, would you?

( -Private to Andromeda- )

( -Private to Claire- )

( -Private to Andromeda- )

I've the worst bloody hangover I think I've ever had. The house elves wrapped my hands as best they could, but I still need to go to St Mungo's.

Rough night.

( -Private to Claire- )

( -Private to Claire- )

Back to the daily grind. Our week in Paris was lovely, but one must face reality every once in a while.

It seems I will be heading to Paris alone. Pity, that. I was quite looking forward to introducing Claire to the city.

Busy week scheduled. I've a meeting with the Americans and the French in two days time regarding trade and tariffs of exotic items. Quite boring, but necessary.

Tonight I've a night out planned. Pubs, a club or two, my reward for agreeing to sit through such a boring series of meetings. At least it'll be held in Paris. Claire, my darling wife, have you ever been?

( -Private to James- )

It seems I am to work through the weekend on another one of my father's fundraisers. How utterly delightful. I've half a mind to declare no clothes allowed.

May I just say that the rumours you may have heard about certain tabloid photos published in last week's Witch Weekly are unfounded, and that I was merely helping the young lady to the Floo.