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[Sep. 12th, 2009|10:20 am] |
No, I will not be attending the ball. The Bulgarian quidditch team's management is arriving soon for discussing the possibility of a series and I have to complete my report on European league matches et cetera. Still, I was extremely pleased with the jewelry the people at Andrews & Mather sent over for my consideration. I think I'll buy some of the pieces anyway.
Having said all that: I may be convinced to go. We shall see, we shall see!
{Warded to Narcissa}
My apologies! I admire you and Lucius for partnering with the Ministry to organise this grand function but my Mother/Father Appointed Escort seems to be busy with his work. And I think I am too old to be going in on Rabastan's arm. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:45 am] |
{Warded to Rodolphus, Bella & Rabastan}
Where are you?
{end ward}
{Warded to Regulus & Chloe}
Are you two all right? What in the gods' name j
{end ward}
{Warded to Narcissa}
- did you know about this? |
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[Aug. 30th, 2009|04:05 am] |
{Warded to Damby Damocles}
DON'T PANIC.
{/ward}
{Warded to Rodolphus}
I think he is panicking!!
{/ward} |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|08:25 pm] |
Right.
Silk or chiffon?
That is the question. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2009|02:59 pm] |
( Warded private. )
I pity the fools who continue to eat at the Ministry cafeteria, despite knowing full well the level of hygiene that is (not) maintained in those putrid kitchens. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
( {Warded to Narcissa & Chloe} )
{Warded to Fabian Prewett}
My, my! You are truly an aspiring artist, aren't you? I was surprised to see the home made art that you have put up on your softboard, replacing the photographs of your family! Where did you toss the latter any way? They are nowhere to be found!
{/ward}
According to my esteemed colleague Fabian Prewett, this is how our Department Head looks:
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|12:15 pm] |
- the world seems to have been brought to a standstill with the recent news of murders & mayhem, no thanks to Guy fucking Dobbs' sensationalist reporting style. But I must ask: is there truly nothing else to ponder and consider? Where are the voices of reason? Where are those who believe the world will survive still the loss of a few unworthy muggl?
Anyway.
I am currently restoring the climate charms in my office. Someone decided to temper with them over the weekend, and now, on Monday, my office is a volcanic pit. This on the day I am to have a blind date. Is hell ready to take in another resident?
I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU, FABIAN PREWETT.
{private.}
- arranged marriages are so last century.
- and blind dates are just annoying.
- damn Gideon Prewett and his broom. Must look into law pertaining reversal of patents, obviously unlawfully received. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2009|10:00 am] |
Why anyone hasn't made a broom out of white willow wood yet is beyond me.
Oh, wait.
I'll make it. (Patent pending. Don't even think about it.)
Apart from that little thrill of the day: work continues to be intriguingly linear and non-explosive. Where are the counterfeit racing brooms? The swindling of official money and the scandal of player-on-player action? In response to news that Bulgaria has now built their Some jocund negativity required immediately!
[Added moments later.]
Who was killed? |
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