Rabastan · Lestrange

I'm posting at such odd hours in this journal because I'm still on Geneva time. It seems like every time I begin to keep normal hours, I am sent either ten hours ahead to Guam or ten hours behind to some Samoan island. It gets old having breakfast in pitch blackness, and the Muggles are even more exasperating when they're foreign. I'm not sure if they're too poor to afford shirts over there or if it's considered rude in those parts of the world not to show others their hairless, pigeon chests, but they are teaching me to be more patient with Muggle-borns because I look at where they're coming from and understand how hard it must be for them to fit into our superior society.

And that wasn't an anti-Muggle statement, either. If you must know, I don't really have much of an opinion on everything that's been happening lately. Though, I have to admit that the press has been unfairly bad for the slightly more extreme sides of the issue. But I won't go into all that because it's all been said before and talk is old.

After I finish writing this, I'm going to be clearing my schedule for tomorrow so I can stay in and catch up on my sleep. It wasn't going to be a very busy day. I was just going to accompany Lucius on some of his errands in Portugal, but I think he will do just as well without my presence.