I was going to complain that the apartment was rocking when I woke up, but evidently that's not precisely the case. These are at least pleasant accommodations- a little old fashioned but certainly tasteful. It begs the question of where my roommate has gotten to, though. I'm glad I let Harry go yesterday, else I'm sure I'd find the furniture wrecked when I returned home.

I look forward to seeing New York again but I can't complain about the voyage thus far- one gets, of course, what one pays for. Or what someone paid for, anyway. At least the clothes in the trunks fit well enough. Really, there's no other way to travel-

I-

I'm not feeling terribly well today. Perhaps I should head up and take some air.


|[ooc: Strikes not there! i figured he probably would've killed someone and taken their ticket and/or identity, 'cos well, he's like that, but it's not too relevant since no one would know it. lolz. he's somewhat confused and uncertain of when where and who he is, because unstable + intensely cursed = funtiemz. :D :D]|