or: How To Perpetually Humiliate Yourself. "Ah, Loganberry, eager to see me, are we? I know that you fancy me, but sprinting across the platform at high speed to fall at my feet does seem a tad over the top." Revised Chapter Thirteen now posted.

Until I was eight, my entire life consisted of dinner parties. Dinner parties, uncomfortable dress robes, house-elves, manors, and wildy expensive furnishings. Blood purity, arrogance, and dark magic. And Regulus Black. Perhaps I should explain. RB/OC.