While I admit that pink dungeons might be a bit distracting, it is HIGHLY inappropriate to slip potions into one's ink, in the hopes of exacting some sort of petty revenge.

I'd like to see my fingers again please, thank you.

Not. Bloody. Happy.

Apparently happiness and comfort are really just vague fantasies we aren't really allowed to keep.

Well. Now I see why the Ministry felt it appropriate to assign me to the old records room reviewing old cases for a month. Someone is going to hurt for this one.

Draco? We need to talk.

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It doesn't rain but it pours. Tell me again what's so attractive about traveling for work? The Ministry is cheap, and will only provide stipend enough for a closet of a room with a filthy bath, and the food one can afford on it leaves much to be desired. So instead I spend my own money. I'm shaking my fist in rage. No. Really ( Read more... )

Well, that was awful. I don't think I'll walk right for days.

Draco, I'm going to murder your father. I hope you don't mind. He really does deserve it.

Bill? I'll be home in a bit. Must finish the paperwork and then I can try to not hurt, apparently.

Draco? Where are you?

I'm beginning to really worry.

Well.

That'll teach me.

On the other hand, the lads are a great deal of fun, and I'm getting loads of time with Sirius, which I've wanted terribly.

Bill, however, won't come out of the bedroom at this point. I think he might be crying.

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