A/N- This is basically just stuff my tired brain coughed out, and I'll probably add to it periodically as inspiration strikes. They'll be like little journal entries, or letters, or random thoughts. Because why not, right?

I have labored with single minded determination for decades, literally decades to build my reputation as a merciless, fearsome dictator, and I can say- wholly, and without reservation- that I have succeeded.

My very presence instantly strikes terror in the heart of nearly everyone around me.

Which should be supremely gratifying, though, alas, I fear I may have succeeded all too well, because I have reached the unfortunate conclusion that if you've seen one person wet their pants in fear, you've seen them all-and I don't care what the house elves say, that smell simply does not ever completely come out and incinerating the rugs on a weekly basis has become exceedingly tiresome.

Perhaps tile or laminate would be a more appropriate decorative option.