Castor Dominicus Mulciber

The spare bedroom in my flat smells like crotch rot a troll went back there and shite everywhere died. I can't seem to locate the source, and Merlin knows I'd have seen if a troll sauntered through the bloody place.

And it's now seeping into other rooms making the entire place smell wonderful.

Magic's doing nothing for it. Anyone know how I can get this taken care of?

And if anyone needs me, contact me here, I'll be at a hotel or--something.

[Private; Rabastan]

You're dead, Rabastard.

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[Private; Bella]

I'm not expected to attend this Charity Ball, am I?

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I haven't been here for what seems like ages, but nothing has really changed. Not in a bad way at any rate.
Even the air here is different than that of Rome. It all seems cleaner, smells more floral somehow. I know that can't possibly be true, what with all the smog and general nasty of Muggle London, but it could just be that my senses simply prefer this place and are lulling me into a false sense of--contentment.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Either way, it's good to be home.

[Private to the Lestranges, specifically Rodolphus]

Obviously I changed my mind and decided to come. I'm extremely pleased to see that everything is even better than you said, Roddy.

Bellatrix and Rabastan, it will be a pleasure to make your acquaintances again.

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[Private to Death Eaters or any who ever bore the Mark]
Nick Mulciber has at last rejoined your ranks and is in desperate need of entertainment.
Any of you up for welcoming back an old friend the right way? I'll be hitting some pubs tonight. I'd be more than happy to see anyone who wants to join me.

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(Added much later)
[Private to Narcissa Malfoy]

I wonder if you know who I am based solely on what is written above.

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