I shall never forgive you for this, Avery! Never in my entire life! Not for all eternity! Is one child not enough for you!? Did you not learn your lesson the first time around!? How could you do this to me!?

Just to show you how angry I am with you, I'm going to go and drink in an awful, dingy pub with Dolohov. And I'm going to wear trousers! Just you watch! You'll be sorry!

( Dolohov )

( Dolohov )

Kimberley is almost six months old, now, Alecto, you must come to see her! She's positively adorable, quite the spitting image of her father. Although she does have my eyes, that I'm not about to deny. The nanny is getting rather annoying, still insisting that I spend more time with her. I don't know why I pay the woman at all, she seems to be trying to leave the child with me instead of doing her duties. I would hire a new nanny, but good German nurses willing to come over here are so difficult to find these days.

( Death Eaters )

Little Kimberley seems to have grown so much in the past few weeks, I can hardly believe my eyes. I am tiring of her wet nurse, however, she constantly insists that I spend more time in the nursery with her. As if I did not spend enough time around the girl! If she were a little adorable boy, then I would be in that nursery around the clock. But she is not.

I have almost cleaned up the archives, although the sense of disorder and mess still remains. It's awful, the destruction that can go on while undesirable people are left in charge.

( Death Eaters )

Little Kimberley is coming along fantastically, well, that's what the wetnurse and her nanny all say. I've been far too busy with social engagements and catching up at work to spend much time with her, but that's perfectly alright. It's not as if she'll remember these things, I'm sure.

Work, however, is not coming along fantastically. In my absence the Ministry placed a muggleborn in my place, some idiot whose Father was a farmer and whose Mother worked as a seamstress, or something ridiculous along those lines. As you can imagine, the whole place has gone to shambles. I went looking for some maps for Wilkins, and it took me a whole hour before I found them. In amongst the TAX RECORDS. Not only did I look like a fool, I believe Director Wilkins was put off using our services.

Needless to say, he had to go.

Avery and I would like to announce the birth of Kimberley Avery, born on the 17th of January. You're all welcome to come visit, as long as you come before the 1st of February. We're going on holiday then.

( Malfoy )

Well, that was a complete waste of money, if I had wanted to read rubbish, I would have picked up The Quibbler. I'll have to throw out the editorials in the Prophet now. Well, it's a good thing I've subscribed to the German newspaper, or I'd be completely without news. Not a good thing, I assure you.

You know, the mug- What was that?

AVERY. GET HOME. NOW.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel all my future engagements for the next month, as I refuse to be seen looking like a whale. Avery, you better be coming home early tonight, I won't accept being left at home all alone while you sit at whatever bar you go to these days and sulk with Jugson. It's not fair on me.

Eleanor Nott came to visit me today, with a bunch of old baby clothes from her first pregnancy. Do I look like I need her hand-me-downs, Dahlia? I should hope you would have told me if I did, because that would be awful. Anyway, we're not to even talk to her now, that includes you, Narcissa. I don't know what that tramp is playing at, giving me her old baby clothes. She's a halfblood, you know. Her grandmother used to be a seamstress at Madam Malkins.

I've been in such an angry mood lately, it really is doing me no good. I've just got such sore legs and my back is in agony, I'm not going to move from this divan. And this child keeps kicking! It's not fair, I can't even do magic, because it keeps messing up. I feel like such a muggle, it's disgusting! Everything has to be done for me and I feel so useless.

I've also decided on names for the baby. Kimberley if it's a girl, and Theo if it's a boy.

The decorations at Avery Manor look absolutely stunning, I take pride in saying that I organised them all myself. The house-elves put them up, of course, there's no way I'm getting on a ladder in my delicate state. Six months, I feel as if this baby will never get out fast enough. Maternity wear is so .. boring.

I've already started organising Boxing Day brunch, I daresay the house-elves won't be too pleased with my plans. Dahlia? Narcissa? Alecto? Are you still coming? I was thinking of inviting Eleanor Nott, but she seems far too grubby to deserve any of our attentions. Not to mention, she's new money.

( Private )

I started maternity leave today. Being around the house is such a pleasure, but I can't help but feel slightly bored without work. Dahlia, you must come visit me. Narcissa, you must too. I'll be awfully bored here by myself.

In other news, I think I'm developing a love of sleeping and putting my feet up. I would play my instruments, but I can hardly hold onto them. To think, I've two more months of this.

( Private )

Dolohov is engaged. I can't say I'm not suprised by this, I always thought him the lonely old cleaning man type. I wonder if there'll be an engagement party, after all, it would not do to celebrate that sort of news over a small drink. Dolohov, you should start sending out invitations now, lest you want to look uncivilised.

( Peter Pettigrew )

( Avery )