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[February 23 @ 4:40pm] |
[Fenrir] Hey, reformed boy! Next time you're going to spout crap like that, can you give me some warning so I don't just about rupture something trying not to laugh too hard in the lunchroom at work? Ta.
[Private] Suck it up, Al. You have to report, even if he is a delusional sodding sell-out.
[Snape] Fuck all from chasing up the artefact angle on Dearborn. Sounds like he hasn't been doing much of this sort of business recently, but I don't know whether he ever did a lot. The guys I was talking with said Dearborn responded to plain old owls, so maybe someone without open or known connections - yes, I do mean me - might try that, posing as a client?
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[February 18 @ 11:22am] |
Is it safe to come out yet, or is it still raining pink hearts?
[Private] Don't want to go home for lunch this weekend in case Dad says something that forces me to kill him with the fish knife, like "So when's it going to be your turn?" Don't even want to ask the crystal ball who's going to be next in case it is me. Had a nightmare - an actual nightmare - that multiple people thought it would be a good idea for me to marry sodding Gibbon. I have just about had it with this.
[Amycus] Just so you know, if you get engaged in the next month, I will kill you.
[Fenrir] I need to be really fucking drunk really fucking soon. Wanna join in?
[DEs under 25] They know Caradoc Dearborn down Knockturn. Well, two of my guys do and maybe a third but he wasn't very coherent, so maybe I'll go back tomorrow and talk to him again. By the sounds of it, they're lining up to set fire to his hair. They said he was a fucking cheat, but by the sounds of it what he actually does is artifacts, either dealing in or acquiring or maybe making, they weren't too clear, but they gave me a couple names I can chase up who might know more. Like how to get in touch with him.
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[January 05 @ 9:38am] |
[Private] Fuck yes. Life is sodding grand. We're on top, Fenrir's back, and Amycus... I can't decide if I hate him or I'm stupidly proud of him. But he might still fuck up. I can't rely on him, I have to be able to keep us both up. Here. Alive. [/Private]
Happy new year, whatever.
I hope my brother's ok.
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[December 04 @ 4:57pm] |
GAMES and PRIZES? What are we, 8 years old?
Not that I have any better ideas about New Years. I hadn't even thought about it yet. So who's going to this piss-up--wait, when it says "drinks" does it m bash? Or, even better, who's got a better idea?
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[November 07 @ 12:33pm] |
[Death Eaters & Supporters] Tell me we are not just FUCKING SITTING STILL for this. How the fuck did
[Private] FUCK!
and I didn't even I should've he's
And Eva. Circe's tits, what a fucking TRAVESTY.
[Tabby & Alecto] There's going to be blood for this, right? I want in.
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[September 18 @ 4:20pm] |
( Private )
[DEs and Supporters] Just in case anyone needs me, I'm back at mine now, though a million thanks to Eva for looking after me the past few days. Relatively mobile, as long as I don't have to walk too far. Or pick anything up. Or use my arm in any way, really sodding thing. Back to work on Monday, come hell or highwater.
If anyone wants their fortune told, I've got nothing but free time and the crystal ball warmed up, though it's a little bit stuck on penguins.
[Narcissa] Aquila Avery kinda... saved my life at Hogwarts, and I want to get him a proper thank you gift but I have no idea what his type might want except a kick in the but you know all that stuff so um... please help?
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[August 20 @ 1:23pm] |
Circe save me from first days. I swear last time I started at St Mungos it was pretty relaxed, with the being shown around and introduced to everybody and easing us in. Even the first day of proper work, once training finished, was relaxed and welcoming. This time... I don't know if it's that I'm not coming in from being a trainee and they assume I know what I'm doing, or if it's just that we're so fucking busy, but these have been the longest two days of my life. I swear, I'm doing the work of two people. I suppose I should have realised that's why they'd rehire me it makes sense and we all are.
I just never thought I'd miss retail. And I guess I don't really. I'd still rather be doing this. But by Merlin's skinny knees, I am utterly fagged. I've got a whole batch of memory potion hardening in the cauldron because I fell asleep when I should have been adding sloeberry tincture. Maybe I should be leaving the potions for work hours and doing something else. Retuning the crystal ball, perhaps.
At least when I'm exhausted I don't notice how silent the flat is.
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[August 06 @ 11:33am] |
You are reading the entry of the newest member of St Mungo's apothecary team! That's right, despite the downright defarm defammin false way in which they fucking fired me, I decided that in these times it's important to put the past behind me and do what I can. AHAHAHAHA I hope my old workmates will be welcoming and forgiving; what happened was an accident and this time I'm going to be extra-special careful. But in any case, it's going to be so satisfying to go to work tomorrow and tell that old biddy she can take her job and stick it.
Narcissa and Seph, I'm sure I owe this to you girls. That outfit was sodding uncomfortable, do you seriously wear those shoes all the just the ticket.
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[July 28 @ 12:46pm] |
[Rodolphus Lestrange] With all due respect, sir, whose brilliant sodding idea was it to off Riley Quinn's family? She's not one of them, she's just a loon, no one took her seriously. She just irritated people and if certain fucking CHILDREN can't tell the difference between a threat and something they should rise above then perhaps said CHILDREN don't deserve the favour they've been graced with. And she was FIRED, she's so angry at the ministry, she might even have been open to being recruited if we did it right and now we've driven her RIGHT TO THEM, do you even
[Private] I hate fucking doing the fucking smart thing. Fuck. FUCK! [/Private]
[Narcissa and Persephone] Ciss, I know this is probably not a great time for you and all, so ignore me if you need to and I'll just bother Seph, but I have an interview at St Mungos on Thursday and I sort of need to look, y'know, like respectable is my middle name. Can you girls help me out? I'll owe you proper.
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[July 10 @ 8:45pm] |
Exam tomorrow. Either wish me luck or get the hell out of my way. Not that I need luck, because I am going to cream it.
It's supposed to finish at three. I expect I'll be in the Leaky from about five past, if anyone wants to join me for a victory pint.
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[June 18 @ 2:49pm] |
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[Graley Rosier] I understand I'm to report to you on the Ministry assignment, sir.
Newton Scamander is supposed to be meeting me for a drink at 7 Wednesday evening at a small Muggle establishment on Charing Cross Road called the Bull and Whistle. This is not the sort of meeting he would have told his secretary - or anyone - about.
I am obviously happy to provide any other details or assistance you require.
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[June 13 @ 3:17pm] |
Finally received the notification I'd asked for regarding the apothecary license exams. The date is less than a month away, and I'm sure I had more notice than that last time. Merlin forbid the Ministry should want to help trained and experienced professionals return to a useful line of work. Can't see how that'd help things at all.
There go any plans for fun I had this weekend. Sounds like I'll be studying instead. Joy.
[Private] I know I sort of swore I'd never go back to bloody Mungos and I've been dead keen on a shop of my own, but now I'm wondering... well, maybe I'd be more use at St Mungos. To the cause. And after that meeting, after the Dark Lord, he's... I want to be of use.
I'll discuss it with Rookwood. They may not want to take me back after that medication malarkey, but if it would help, I'll find a way. I'll make them take me back. [/Private]
Oh, and happy birthday, Riley. I had to leave early this morning to pick up some stuff, but I left your present on the kitchen table. Phae at work swears that the earrings are just the ticket for keeping away nargles. Have a great day! See you tonight.
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[May 29 @ 12:59pm] |
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Don't know about anyone else, but I'm actually having a fucking grand week. You know what this calls for? Mid-week pint. Or three. I'm off down the Leaky.
[Severus & Evan] Speaking of which, I want to buy you lads a beer sometime. Doesn't have to be tonight, when you're ready. But it was a pleasure working with you, and I think we deserve it.
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[May 07 @ 4:08pm] |
Lunch again with Mum this week, up in Hogsmeade because she refuses to come to Diagon now. And... Merlin, I can hardly believe I'm doing this, I don't know that I really want to write it down. I agreed to go home for Sunday lunch. Mum says Dad'll really look forward to it. I'm sure he'll really be looking forward to the chance to tell me off again. But I promised her I would, so... Right. Amycus, you better bloody well be going to be there too, because I am not facing him by myself.
[Private] It's not that I've got some impending sense of my own mortality, what if I die without ever speaking to him again, blah blah whatever. It's not. Because I'm not fucking going to die, and that's that. I'm not. I'm going to be smart. He was stupid, and look where it got him. I refuse to believe him pissing everyone was off had nothing to do with him getting captured. Too fucking convenient. And he had... connections, money, pure blood, all that shit. Not enough. You have to be smart, you have to build your own support. Claw your way up or get trampled underfoot. I am not going to get trampled.
[Rookwood] Is there going to be a funeral for Selwyn?
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[May 05 @ 3:28pm] |
[Regulus] Just thought I'd establish something upfront: I don't care how much Riley annoys you, she's off limits, get it? She's my housemate and Rookwood's employee and if anything happened to her the investigation would be a pain in the arse. So restrain yourself, and make sure your little friends do too.
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[May 02 @ 11:51am] |
[Amycus] AMYCUS! I'M COMING DOWN AND YOU BETTER BE DECENT. AND ALIVE.
[Selwyn] Are you Did you Idiot, you better FUCK
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[April 21 @ 1:08pm] |
I think my crystal ball's broken. The smoke ain't clearing no matter how I rephrase or shape the query and it's a bit bluer than I remember it being. It has sort of been sitting in the back of the cupboard behind a pile of stockings and my old cauldron since I moved in here. Don't want to take it to get fixed if it can make do. Don't need a working ball to know that that'd cost a bit.
Maybe Mum'd have a look at it for me. I'm having lunch with her this Wednesday (so you can shut up about my familial duties, right Amy? you're as bad as them sometimes) down Diagon. She's always been pretty disparaging of "props", though.
[Sel [Selwy [Selwyn] I can't find out what the brooch does. Most forms of divination are too airy-fairy for specifics like that, so I've been casting the bagua and why am I even telling you this, it's not like you could actually participate in a conversation about it. Anyway, I just keep getting Li which could be because it's shiny or on fire or she's a middle daughter or it's just south of here. I wish the fucking ball was working.
Why don't you just ask her what it does? Her uncle may have told her by now.
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[April 05 @ 3:38pm] |
[ Rookwood ] WHY THE FUCKING FUCK IS THAT INFANT GIVING ME ORDERS?!
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You lying so low in the weeds, I bet you gonna ambush me. You'd have me down down down down on my knees... Now wouldn't you, barracuda? ( Alecto Circe Carrow )
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