Oh what a summer. So dreadfully hot, and so dreadfully anxious. I can hardly sleep through the night anymore ( Read more... )

What terrible, troublesome times these are. I think it would do me much good to take a vacation this summer by the sea.

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My goodness, I look peaked! What an awful thought, that I might be using the bloom of my youth now. How terrible to feel the yawning precipice of old age drawing nearer and nearer.

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How very sad, about the Pucey boy. What a tragedy to lose one's son, and for the family to be left without anyone to carry on that fine old name. Such grim times we live in, it seems.

A double burden for them to lose both their sons.

How desperately I miss my son.

I am distressed at the rumors and odd things buzzing about in the air. One of my employees (my employees, how novel!) mentioned a spate of "housekeeping" problems at Hogwarts. What utter nonsense. That is what comes of allowing young brats to think they can "liberate" house elves.

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One would think a proper spring celebration would be dictated by traditions far older than silly Muggle religious traditions. To think I recieved an invitation to a Sunday service and brunch! How impossibly banal.

I terribly miss my son.

I am quite annoyed with the Pucey family for using my paper for their own little war. One should at least have the decency to keep such matters private and where they belong instead of gleefully splashing the scandal all around Diagon Alley. It gives me a headache just to think about it.

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