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[07 Dec 2009|03:27pm] |
( Warded Private )
Nearly all my Christmas shopping is done and dusted, and thank fuck Merlin for that. I’m lacking in just one area (blah blah, Hector Gibbon is lacking something, ha ha ha Don’t even fucking think about it): What does one get a five year old brat girl for Christmas?
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[01 Nov 2009|02:35am] |
( Warded Private )
[Warded To Outer Circle Death Eaters]
First off, do we all still have our goddamn heads? Yes? Excellent.
Now that’s out of the way, I hear sharing grizzly tales is one of those classic Halloween activities. Do tell!
[End Ward]
I don’t know what to Sob, I’m so shocked and upset! Cry, cry, cry, whinge, drink! Oh, Minister! Darling! Fuck.
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[21 Oct 2009|06:00pm] |
[Private]
Sunday lunch with the family coming up this weekend. It’s like I can hear the brat already (Uncle Hector, UNCLE HECTOR). If I end up with kids, they’d better be great at shutting up. Or born without vocal chords, but it’s rectifiable if things don’t turn out that way
[End Ward]
We had a muggleborn kid earlier today who managed to levitate his pet dog onto the ceiling. Should have been easy to sort, only it turned out Buster wasn't just floating. Poor pooch is looking a little bald now; kid somehow churned out a damn strong sticking charm while he was at it, so we had to shave him down. Never a dull day on the AMR Squad.
[Death Eaters]
Hey, Macnair Petulant little shit, he was. Assuming he makes it to school? Dead cert for Gryffindor.
[End Ward]
My thoughts are with the Hale family. Poor girl would have been about the same age as my niece and, well, even thinking about it is making me realise what a fucking fantastic idea that would be. Can't believe I didn't think of it before Cry, cry, sob, cry, tear, cry, mess - I can't properly express the way I feel on parchment. I can’t imagine what they must be going through.
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