Hestia Jones

I'm giving up on men. I'm going lesbian.

I have a date tonight and I need your imput on what I should wear.

1- The Green?


2- The Red?


3- Or the Black?


Please vote quickly and often.

Right. Happy New Year everyone. Seems like I've missed the portkey on a few spectacular to-dos lately, like the Ministry Ball and Cat's party on the roof. I have reasons for being such a party-slacker, really. Said reasons mostly have to do with work -- I portkeyed across the pond for a Troll Training symposium with the Yanks. Then, I came back and it was Christmas with Da and Gran and then New Years with Da and Gran and Bartok, the Troll I'm currently training. Which, actually. That reminds me:

If anyone sees a large, green, confused (and a bit dim-witted, bless his big self) Troll wandering around Diagon Alley, please contact me, Hestia Jones, at this journal or by owl post. I seem to have temporarily misplaced him. Thank you. (I'm just kidding. Bartok's cozy in his cave. You lot need to check your senses of humour!)

Now, for a resolution: I promise NOT to find myself a nice, pretty man to strip naked and have my way with. If I'm going to break a resolution, might as well make it a good one, am I right, Ladies?

( Said she wasn't going but she went still. )