I'm a bastard.

I'm alone again. I hate that. Why did I come back here again? Oh yeah, Raven made me...the bastard. No, no, no..I love him, really I do. He was my rock for so long...I need him .Maybe I should owl him...no...I have to be strong and stand on my own two feet. I just wish I knew how. Maeve doesn't need me now 'cause she has Blaise. I was gone for too long. I'm not needed here. I should have stayed away, there is nothing here for me but Grey Goose and an empty fucking mansion that I don't want. At least I had my prat solicitor get me this flat. Muggles don't care how I dress or what my last name is. Hell, I don't care much anymore.

Must thrash talk to McLaggen, the sodding arsefaced wanker, and remind him that my Maeve is special and to be treated like a princess at all times. Pans can more than handle herself...I might just feel sorry for him if those two do tangle. She'll eat him alive.

 I shouldn't have left her alone all these years. I'm a selfish, cowardly bastard. I should have stayed and faced my demons. Fuck me, I watched my parents' murders. Was that supposed to inspire warm fuzzy feelings for Stone Walk.

Damn, I need to think of something...anything else...

maybe I should sleep. It's not like I have any...