i know a spell that would make you well

[NON-SLYTHERIN 78ers]

I have decided to have an impromptu house-warming and holiday party this weekend at my new flat. Half of my things are still needing to be unpacked, but I promise to make it hospitable by then.

What does everyone say? Saturday maybe?

NON-SLYTHERIN 78ers

The timing is absolute crap and I know it, but I just wanted to say that I have finally moved out of my parents' shed and into a proper flat of my own. Which means that you should all come round and visit me.

How is everyone anyways?

Did anyone else notice something funny about the WWN broadcast just a moment ago? It was another interrupted one, but this one was different. It just cut off rather suddenly.

Was it like that for everyone or is my wireless just acting up again? It is a rickety old thing.

Giants. Again. It does seem to be pushing things to the extreme and I cannot see what good they expect it to do.

Giants, dragons, hags, murder. And I thought medieval wizards had it rough.

I can't tell if the hags are better or worse than they were last year. Of course, this is all relative given that they are still hags. It's a comparison really: are they more inclined to biting people? Or less inclined to steal children?

It's almost worthy of some sort of editorial, but I'm afraid I won't write it. I don't really understand this whole thing at all.

I am going to just work on putting the finishing touches on my Halloween get up. It might need a bit more glitter. I've got to get the ink stains off my hands first. Can't be inky and glittery, can we?

[WARDED TO NON-SLYTHERIN '78ers]

Thank you all of you who came to my trial. That was incredibly nice of you.

I'm home.

I am not one to make gross generalisations or rash judgments, but I cannot help but feel that things have gone a bit more mental than normal. I understand that August is typically the time when the world usually goes a bit sideways, which is why it is splendid for holiday making. However this is beyond the typical restlessness. This is just plain wrong.

I don't know Mr Madley, but I do know Charity. I know that she never would have done this, at least not without something being afoot. She's better than that. She isn't someone who goes murdering people in the streets!

Nothing makes sense anymore. I don't know what to believe. I just find everything to be rather unsettling.

[WARD TO CHARITY]

I'll find a way to get you out. I promise.

That was not something that I was expecting to happen at a match.

It was just supposed to be a quiet time and then it all went to hell. I tore a hole in my jeans and I scraped up my arm quite a bit. Oh hells bells it nearly ruined everything.

Is everyone all right? Everyone is accounted for, right?

Oh hells bells.

If anyone came after my gran, I think she'd hex their privates off. Or beat them with that Beater club she keeps next to her bed.

I'm now imagining how that headline would read: Famed Chaser Beats Crime to the Punch. Or something equally dreadful.

Ugh, ghastly.

But in all seriousness, I think this Fenrir fellow isn't a bad werewolf, he's just a monster. I don't think being bitten changed anything all that much. I suppose I shouldn't say that. It might make things worse.

[WARDED TO CHARITY]

That was some scoop! All I got was trial duty. If I was the sort to be jealous, I'd definitely be envious of you right now. But still, congratulations.

And I think when I get a proper flat, I'm having a party. I've decided that just now.

Had a fantastic birthday. I ate far too much of the delicious cake that Greta sent over, but it was definitely worth it. Though I think I have a bit of cake stuck in my teeth still.

My grandda knit me a pair of gloves that really only covers the palm of my hand and my wrists, done up in Puddlemere colours. Perhaps a bit odd given that it is June, but I can already see how useful they will be. I also got a very pretty set of teacups that keeps the tea warm which is also dead useful. I love practical gifts. They always seem so thoughtful.

So yes. I should say that today went quite well.

[WARDED TO CHARITY BURBAGE]

Who do you reckon I should bring to the wedding? I haven't got any idea.

The giant attack made both of my parents to give me hugs for "no reason". I suspect that reason is relief that I didn't take that flat in Tinworth. I'm oddly touched.

Speaking of Tinworth, I hope all those who live there are well. I hope that bad things just decide to start leaving that poor town well enough alone. It has been through the mill already. This has got to wreak havock on everyone's nerves. I know it is doing murder on mine and I don't even live there.

[WARDED TO Non-Slytherin 78ers]

I am convinced that when you grow older your sense of decency dies. Or it could be that dementia is settling in earlier and earlier these days. There just doesn't seem to be enough good people out there anymore. It's awful.

Or maybe it is just that the press has no heart.

[WARDED TO MOE NUTCOMBE & WEDNESDAY HOOPER]

Ms Nutcombe, Ms Hooper, I was wondering if I could talk to either of you about Rita Skeeter when you get a minute? I think she's taken issue with me and I'm not certain how I should deal with it. Do you have any suggestions?

I adore Sundays. All quiet and peaceful and without the chores of Saturday. So much better.

I was glad to have Roger for a while, but I am glad that he's gone back. Every time he comes home, Dan makes an effort to swing home and the two of them make a mess of everything. But I suppose that comes from having brothers. Can't really pick them, but then Mum and Dan started to comiserate last night about surveys or something. Glad that I don't work at the Ministry, no offense to those who do.

I've started to look for a flat in Diagon Alley. I considered Hogsmeade, but I don't know if I want to move further from my job. Anyone know much about flats to-let in London? I asked around the advertisements department but one of them started to go on about estate agents and gnome investations and I got a bit confused. Serious business all about.

Right. April Fool's. Sort of mentally glossed over that bit today. At least for a while.

The smell outside is terrible. It wasn't even worth popping out to get a sandwich at lunch. Seriously foul.

( warded: private )


This week has sort of been mad as a sack of cats and it is only Wednesday. I also think that I might start looking for a place of my own. I love staying in the cottage out back, but I can't feel like a proper grown up until I've moved out.

Frivolous, I know, especially after all of this, but I just thought about it.

Oh Christ.

Oh fucking hell Christ. Sweet merciful.

I heard it myself but I can't believe it. I just.

What sort of world do we live in where things like this happen?

Oh dear.

I certainly wasn't expecting to hear all of that when I turned the Wireless on during my dinner break. The interview with the Minister didn't exactly inspire confidence. In fact I think it just alarmed me even more. Is there anything that can be done? I mean, it isn't exactly normal, is it?

GREATEST NIGHT.

Course nothing is really set until the Finals are over, but I think that Puddlemere has it in them to go all the way. The whole family is a mess of colours and madness and I think my dad is a bit drunk. It might come to be a bit of a sticky wicket by the end of it but ah well.

Mum's already fretting about the letters she's going to get. She can't just change the rules to suit the dream brackets of certain people. Otherwise Puddlemere would always win.

[WARDED TO GRETA]

Are you alright? Do you need me to bring you anything? I've got a box of mincemeat pies that you could have.

Just let me know.

[WARDED TO REMUS]

I feel like I'm echoing a chorus, but you don't deserve this and I still think you're one of the better people out there. So I'm on your side.

I understand why it matters. Why such a thing is sensationalist, but just because it makes a stir doesn't mean that it has the right to be everyone's business. The whole way this has gone down disgusts me.

But that is just my two bits on the subject.

I can safely say that I am very glad that those sorts of things don't happen at the DP.

Or if they do, I haven't noticed. Which I would, because I like to notice those sorts of things.

Now I am going to go do the sorts of things that single girls do on Valentine's Day. Which is mainly eat a lot of chocolate and varnish my nails.