Julius Hadrian Harper

As Becky can't keep his bloody mouth shut, here's the news in all it's glory:

I have a daughter. On the birth certificate, it reads "Carlotta Juliette Harper". And Clarisse claims she is an unfit mother, so she's leaving Lottie with me, and I've got no bloody idea how to take care of a two year old girl, and fuck - HELP.

Anyone who feels like babysitting this little treasure give me a shout. And what am I going to do for Cai's birthday on Friday? No doubt the idiot will be smoking cigars, and it'll be a big piss up, and - I can't take her along, can I? And I don't want to leave her with Melinda. Maybe I can prevail Clarisse to stay - just a couple more days - before she heads off to wherever she needs or wants to go. If I didn't know how irresponsible she was, I'd have refused to take sole custody of Lottie. Well... At least Melinda believes me when I say I honestly never knew about Lottie until Clarisse dropped by on Tuesday.

Well, that's weird. An owl from Clarisse Hobble arrived today stating that she needs to see me urgently. I can't imagine what for - I haven't seen her for two years.

Anyway, there's not too long to go before I no longer have to teach the littlest of these little tykes.

I'm with Sin-Sin. Parenthood can wait.

Speaking of Sin-Sin, the last and final member of our old dorm poked his head back into the United Kingdom today - and I know this because he dropped by to see his sister. But, Rowena -- Altair Sinistra's changed a bit. I guess Spain did him much good.