Live from Azkaban...

( Private to the intoxicating Bellatrix LestrangeCollapse )

Becca,

You'll never guess who I smelled in these Journals.

( Warded with inconcievable magicCollapse )

To Dementor Becca

Dammit I'm going out for a walk by the lake? the prison. I feel like just plain Englishkid tonight. Try to find someone well off. Those street-kids give me indigestion.

-Dan.

What is this? Where did it come from?

Mmmm. I can smell people through it. People's feelings. *sniff* Some happy thoughts. I like this. It smells nice.

Still hungry, by the way.