| 008; 15:45 |
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September 15th, 2010 @ 3:45pm
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{Warded to the DMLE}
Do we know what the final count on Dark items was at the Pellegrino's? I need to finish a few last details on my report.
{/End Ward}
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| 007; 18:51 |
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September 11th, 2010 @ 6:51pm
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{Warded to DMLE}
Does someone want to help me out and book Maggie Pellegrino so I can start on my 10 foot long report about how the hell I ended up in Wales?
{/End Ward}
{Warded to Thorfinn Rowle}
Thank you for
I. Hate. Wales.
{/End Ward}
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| 006; 17:26 |
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September 11th, 2010 @ 5:26pm
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{ooc: Entry charms to whistle and shriek after this encounter}
{Warded to Dawlish}
John. I'm all right. Maggie Pellegrino had a Portkey stashed. I'm somewhere in godforsaken Wales. I've got her in custody and as soon as I get my bearings, I'll bring her in.
You all right?
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| 005; 14:03 |
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August 31st, 2010 @ 2:03pm
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{Warded to Alice}
I have not been to Fortescue's more than once a day (if even once a week) since you've gone off to be a mum. I am bereft and feel that I should bring you a sundae to remind you the amazingness that is our ice-cream break.
On a more serious note: how is motherhood treating you?
{/End Ward}
I think it's been a very interesting week and it's only Tuesday. It's rare that I read Warlock at War and only picked it up because of the apparent controversy within it. I somewhat agree but The arguments on both sides are definitely compelling, but my job requires me to remain as neutral as possible.
In other news, I absolutely love when I come into a hand-to-hand training class and knock the smug look off of a male trainee's face when I wipe the floor with him. It's extremely satisfying, if for no other reason than I am the prime example of why you should never judge a book by its cover.
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| 004; 9:41 |
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August 2nd, 2010 @ 9:41am
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{Warded Private}
I don't think I slept at all last night. I shouldn't say that. I know I didn't sleep at all last night. The adrenaline had long worn off, but the guilt that this was our fault - that we could have protected Dumbledore better, that--
I was never one of his select favorites, but he respected me enough for making me a Prefect, and I respected him a great deal for everything he did at Hogwarts. He was a good man, a great man, and while I know it was not our fault, I can't help feeling guilty. Like we could have done more. Like we should have done more.
And then there's Henson -- but I can't. I can't think about Henson.
I can't believe Vol You-Know-Who was there. And the other people dueling -- who were they? They should have stayed out of harms way, not dueled alongside those of us trained to do so. The strangest part though -- they all apparated away. Like they had something to hide.
I don't like it. I don't like "vigilantism." They should not have been involved. Was it one of them that took down Flourish & Blotts and blocked us from defending Dumbledore?
And on top of it all, I'm still worried about Iona and her asshole of a husband.
{/End Ward}
{Warded to Amelia}
While I am certain you did not want to have it happen this way, if the news in the Prophet is correct, congratulations nonetheless. You deserve it.
{/End Ward}
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| 003; 17:33 |
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July 31st, 2010 @ 5:33pm
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{Warded Private}
Taking today off rather than tomorrow was originally supposed to be a good thing. Going to see Iona and her husband was supposed to be something that was good. I don't see her often, but she said she had news that she wanted to tell me, so we made plans.
Michael tried to turn me away at the door. Turn me away. I could hear Iona from behind the door, saying that she tried to get ahold of me, but that it just wasn't going to work today. I wasn't going to have any of it though - I wanted to see her, hear the news, and I'd shifted my entire weekend for her. I enjoy having Sundays off, but now I have to work.
So they finally let me in. The "news" wasn't exactly news at all -- well, it was, but it was something I should have been told a long time ago. Iona is pregnant. Very pregnant. How she had not told me before her 7th month, I don't know. Michael went off and disappeared into his study, and I realized that Iona was wearing a lot of makeup.
He hit her. My big sister, my pregnant sister, is being beaten by her husband, and she has no plans to leave him. He provides for them. She doesn't think she could make it on her own. I actually suggested that she come out here, come stay with me, and she looked at me like I was crazy. The Wizarding world didn't turn her back on her -- though she believes it did thanks to Dad -- and she won't come back.
And then she asks me why I haven't found someone yet. Oh, I don't know. Maybe because men are definitely not worth that much heartache.
A black eye. Honestly.
As it is, I don't know when the next time I see her is going to be. When I was leaving, I went into Michael's study and threatened him. With both my wand and a punch to the stomach. I'm certain he's not going to want me over again soon, but I'll be damned if I was about to let him get away with hitting her.
I need a drink. A stiff, tall, drink.
{/End Ward}
{Warded to Lynette}
Please tell me you got Amos to agree.
{/End Ward}
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| 002; 11:37 |
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July 29th, 2010 @ 11:37am
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{Warded to the DMLE}
John Dawlish, you dog. How dare you stand up a relation of one of our finest? I am disappointed in you. I would give you a tongue lashing myself, but I think you've had quite enough for today.
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| 001; 21:23 |
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July 26th, 2010 @ 9:23pm
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You know, I feel as though Mondays would be a much more terrible ordeal... if I actually took more than one day off a week. But because I do not, Mondays are not as hateful as other people seem to find them. I am not complaining about my schedule - not in the least - I actually prefer working as much as I do. It makes me feel more productive than I would have been otherwise.
I did manage to pick up a new book on Charms yesterday though, and I must admit that I'm a bit anxious to get back to it. Eventually.
{Warded to the DMLE}
However, my feet hurt to an ungodly extent. I am rather sick of interviewing shopkeepers and getting the same response over and over again. I'm going to end up going cross-eyed from the paperwork. What a sight I'll be then!
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