Cassiopeia Damaris Rabnott neé Jewkes

The wedding was lovely. So wonderful that the chapel was decorated just as mother requested. Although, I must say that planning a wedding and implementing it in a month with no help from me as little outside help as possible was very impressive on my mother's part.

The honeymoon was, of course, beautiful. I could honestly spend another month in Hawaii and never tire of it. Lydia, dear, we must spend time together soon. I have a beautiful wedding band set to show off and a new manor to decorate!

I loathe my parents.

I'm going to let my mother assume she has to plan a wedding for September all she wants, but I'm not going to bloody be there. If she wants that fucking wanker Aries Zabini to be wed off so badly, she should just marry him herself.

Ha. They should worry more about themselves and the bloody suitors, not Pollux. If they really knew what was good for

Apparently caring for the terminally ill is a crime now. It's interesting that the press are willing to point fingers in one instance, yet any other death due to the horrible virus that devastated families in the wizarding community is a tragedy, a time for grievance and condolences.

I really don't see how it can go both ways. Either the family is to blame or it's a horrible illness out of the control of everyone involved. Make up your fucking minds.

This is absolutely absurd. A proper grievance period lasts a year, if not longer. And despite informing my parents of this, they still see no problem in searching for a suitor. Of course their daughter, who is no longer a child mind you, is incapable of finding a suitor of her own in her own time.

This summer is going to be quite a headache, I can already assure you of that.

Pollux passed away late last night. Funeral arrangements are being made. Unfortunately, all of his immediate family have proceeded him. So it will probably be a small, quiet ceremony.

Lydia, I need a vacation are you scheduled for the calendar shoot in Jamaica this upcoming weekend? I'd be rather shocked if they didn't sign you for it, you know. But there's always extra space in my suite if you weren't and you would like to join me. I'm too desolate to be alone.

It wasn't me this time but he's sick and I don't know what to do and what if he doesn't get better I don't want to just

Lydia, Luci...I'm in a horrid state of affairs. Pollux has become ill and I can't make any sense of what he's saying. He was back at work and everything and he's suddenly back to being bed ridden. I can't bear to send him off to St. Mungo's but if I don't I'm afraid that he'll do much worse in the long run.

It seems that a vacation was just the trick to put spring back into my dear Pollux's step that bloody bastard. He's back at the ministry, picking up where things left off at work. I can't say how pleased I am for him.

Now that I'm not spending my time nursing my husband back into good health I've started booking shoots again. Holidays are so nice for photo shoots, honestly. Lots of green everything and very fun to say the least.

How delightful. Pollux brought me a gift home today. I don't see the point in writing in a silly journal that everyone else can read; some thoughts are meant to be kept a secret like the master notes I've started to. The manor has become quite dull over the course of the past few months. I need...excitement, spontaneity...change. Of all my friends, I do believe I'm the largest fan of changing things up.


So, how is everything going for everyone else, since I'm sure by now you're dying to write something in return. Write away, if you must.