| 10 Aug 1979 |
[10 Aug 2008|04:22am] |
[WARDED TO DMLE/CLOSE FRIENDS]
Pryce. Moody's knee cap. Owl.
My wards are up.
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| 09 August 1979 |
[09 Aug 2008|05:01am] |
[Warded Private]
Galvin is staying for a few days and he's worse than mum. I swear I'm going to hex him if he asks where all my friends are or when I'm going to go have some fun. I work for the Ministry of Magic. We don't believe in fun. Okay, so maybe there is fun to be out there but just the idea of going out and trying to befriend strangers gives me the willies right now. Just because he refuses to grow up and insists on playing games for the rest of his life doesn't mean I have to. I mean there is a war going on. My social life isn't the most important thing on my plate right now.
Keeping my job and making sure my coworkers go home every night is. There is no reason why I can't spend my 'me' time the way I want to spend it which is me, my bubble bath and a chocolate cake. I'm going to turn into a right tubby old bint if I keep it up but it's some darn good chocolate cake. I was doing good deluding myself until Galvin told me he thought I'd put on some pounds. Prat needs to go back to his team now before I murder him and my bosses have to throw me in Azkaban. Mum raised him better than that.
I wonder if I really have put on some weight.
[/Wards]
I need to find some new activities to partake in outside of work that are of the safe variety. I already have a few in mind but I need some suggestions for things that are physical.
I was thinking maybe I’ll take up dancing lessons or a rowing club.
I do believe the eating, working and not sleeping properly habits are finally starting to catch up with me. My brother seems to think that I need to be more social. As much as it pains me, I’m starting to think he might be correct.
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| 06 August 1979 |
[06 Aug 2008|03:57am] |
Any business that does not service Muggleborns can consider my money a thing of the past. While I am not a Muggleborn, I cannot and will not stand for blatant bowing to terrorism. Some of my nearest and dearest friends are Muggles or Muggleborn. It shames me to think that people would be so close-minded.
While I’m on the subject, I’m sick and tired of having to watch the people that I care about lose the people the love because of these terrorists. I don’t know precisely know who these terrorist are. I can’t call them by name with a few exceptions. Know that I will be decidedly cautious about who I speak too from here on out (not that I wasn’t before).
I’m just irritated and I'm tired of just taking it. I might be Ministry employed but I do believe I'm allowed to personal opinions.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
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| 28 July. |
[28 Jul 2008|03:57pm] |
It’s Monday and I already wish it would end.
[Warded Private]
To say that you don’t know what to say to anyone would be the understatement of the century. We’re surrounded with death and turmoil and I can’t even look at half of them right now. Why did I have to become secretary in an awkward department? Why can’t I just enjoy overhearing things in the loo and gossip about it with my friends? Maybe because I might actually be a decent human being.
If it isn’t rumours, it’s death. I feel so dreadful for Diggle and with everyone else shoving themselves his way to comfort him, I don’t feel that it would be smart to go as well. Everyone deals differently and maybe he wants to be alone. I might send him some food or something though. I don’t know – I never quite know what to do.
At least work is work. I can keep my head low and remain busy. I think I do sufficiently well at staying unnoticed these days.
[/Wards]
If anyone needs me, I'm where I always am.
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| 11 July |
[11 Jul 2008|05:18pm] |
[Warded to Self]
I haven't written to Gilderoy lately and it is certainly on my to do list. I like to think of this as a vacation from writing him. Maybe he needs a reminder that my world doesn't revolve around him. He's taking me for granted! I don't see why he is though. I mean, I'm the most loyal friend he has. I've bought ever book, listened to his every word and I know him. I wish he didn't take me for granted.
He isn't the only person that does it though.
I'm tired of it really. A person can only take so much of it before they say to hell with everyone who is doing it and start from scratch. It's precarious times for seeking out new acquaintances though.
I'm unappreciated at work and outside of it.
At least my cats love me.
[/Self]
I'm going out. Don't look for me here.
Not that anyone was planning on looking for me.
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| 03 July 1979 |
[03 Jul 2008|07:15am] |
[Warded to DMLE]
Our normal shipment of office supplies failed to come in and so I'm going to stock us up on the things that we're short on before it becomes an issue. I'm out of ink and it won't do me a bit of good if I have a quill but not ink.
If there is anything that anyone under the employment of this office needs while I'm out tell me here. I'm taking my journal with me so I don't miss anything important.
For the record, I'm not picking up anyone's dry cleaning while I'm out.
Fresh coffee is in the normal spot and I brought some pastries. Don't be pigs while I'm gone.
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| 29 June 1979 |
[29 Jun 2008|11:19am] |
[Warded Private to Self]
I am starting to feel like a shut in.
I had a rather horrible argument with Galvin earlier though and perhaps I don’t feel like going out at all. He doesn’t see the point in removing myself to one of the safe houses and he is adamant that he will not go. Davy is staying out of it all together. He says isn’t getting in the middle of this row. He’ll do whatever we decide. I hate fighting with my brother but he’s being a bit thick-headed. I know he thinks we can protect ourselves but there is only so much of that that we can do. People who are much better fighters than me have already died.
I’m scared. Why doesn’t he understand that? I’m a lover not a fighter. I mean, I don’t know that I have it in me to actually kill anyone even for self-defense. There is a reason I do the paperwork instead of being out there looking for Death Eaters myself.
I think if I’m going to stay out here, I really do have to get serious about updating these security wards. I guess that will be my pet project for the afternoon. It’s been a quiet weekend thus far so I suppose I won’t be going in to the Ministry to assist. I better not count my chickens before they’re hatched though.
I think I might have accidentally brought a plague upon us.
I shouldn’t have suggested it was quiet.
Well fuck.
[/Private]
I believe today is a good day for home improvement and avoiding the human race.
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| 19 June 1979 |
[19 Jun 2008|12:00am] |
[Charmed Private]
I’m thinking about going into the Safety Zones voluntarily. Despite everything this place isn’t dreadfully secure and I think I might feel more secure there. It can’t be worse than it is out here. I know I’m going to be working closely with everyone in the department on the paper end of the arrangements. I don’t see why I shouldn’t reap some of the benefits if there are to be some.
I haven’t heard from Galvin in a couple of days and I’m starting to worry about him. I’d feel much better if he, Davy, mom and dad went into the safety zone with me. The boys are so stubborn though. I doubt they’ll allow such a thing. There is always persuasion. I’ll have to use all my resources to persuade everyone to go for it.
I do rather think it should be voluntary and not mandatory. Why should we force anyone who isn’t interested into going in? I only do my job though. I don’t make the decisions. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t. I can hardly make them anyways. I can barely decided between eating left over pot roast in sandwich form for dinner or picking up something to bring home. I’ll probably find something to bring in. I do hate eating out alone.
I still haven’t made up with Betty. I did read her article though.
The world really is going to hell in a hand basket.
I think when it all goes to hell I nominate Smith as the world leader. I don’t think he has any scruples. I’d kill myself if I was his wife. Thank god for small miracles.
[/End Private]
If anyone sees my brother, tell him he’s in trouble. I haven’t heard from him in a few days and I’m starting to get concerned about him. He knows I like to hear that he’s okay! It isn’t nice for him to do this to me with everything that is going on.
I'm certain he'll owl soon. I'm just stressed out with work and everything.
I’m going to stop and grab a bite to bring home and then it’s warm bubble bath with a good book time. It’s been another one of those days. The only people I want to be around right now are fictional. No offense to most of you.
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| 16 June 1979 |
[16 Jun 2008|05:03am] |
[Warded Private]
REASONS TO GET OUT OF BED & GO TO WORK
- The Ministry pays you to do it.
- Considering the fact you blew off some responsibilities last week you’re likely to get fired if you don’t show up.
- Rufus might actually need his secretary.
- You normally like work most of the time.
- There is a war going on.
REASONS TO STAY IN BED
- The debacle that is your love life or what should be your love life but you’re pretty sure isn’t anything at all. (Exhibit A: Everything is just peachy. Thanks for making me feel interesting and wonderful for a whole two seconds.)
- Elle is pretty much doing your job anyways and everyone seems to like her better at this point.
- You really don’t feel like going to work.
- This isn’t how you thought your life was going to turn out. What are you really doing with you life? (Exhibit B: Paper cuts are about as perilous as it comes.)
- You didn’t sleep well at all.
- Everything is blowing up in your face.
- Good people like Edgar are dead and dying every second
- The Ministry doesn’t pay that much
- Gilderoy Lockhart.
- Death Eaters who may want to kill me.
[/End Private]
I wish that I could say that the weekend was refreshing but it was a tough weekend all around. Between funerals and life, I think I’m about ready for a holiday. It isn’t exactly the best time to go skipping off half way across the world though. Sometimes, I wish I were the sort of person that could just drop everything and go wherever I felt like going whenever I wanted to. I’d be quite fond of skipping town right about now.
If anyone needs me, I’m heading in early to the office. I’ll be hiding at my desk attempting to get through the stacks I left there on Friday.
Following that I'm going to have a few drinks by myself.
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| 10 June 1979 |
[10 Jun 2008|07:38pm] |
I'm at a loss over this week. I'm going to stop trying to comprehend everything that is going on for a few moments. If it's not work it's something else.
[Private to Betty Braithwaite]
One of the Hit Wizards asked me to join him for dinner and I have absolutely nothing to wear. I should have asked you sooner but I just now started looking through my closet! He never exactly called it a date but I have the feeling that it is such since he originally asked me to join him for dinner with his family on Friday and then tonight was added. What should I wear? What am I supposed to do? Is this considered cheating on Gilderoy? Al is a sweet guy and I have to admit the whole thing has me by surprise. Help!
[/Betty Braithwaite]
[Private to Rufus Scrimgeour]
I hope you don't mind that I stepped out a bit early tonight. I have plans. If you need me to, I'll come back following dinner.
[/Rufus Scrimgeour]
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