Ahahaha. Oh Fitzy, you're so clever. Got them scared now, and buying out bits of the Daily Prophet just to defend themselves when all you did was stick fliers into a batch of newspapers. Or, rather, had a friend down in the press do it. Who says it pays to know people in high places?
I sometimes wonder who's actually believing that rubbish they're putting out though. They probably do it to make themselves feel better. It's all good; we all need a shot of self esteem every once in a while!
I miss my friends. Not my co-conspirators, not my former classmates or coworkers, but just my friends. I also miss having a sane boyfriend, but one thing at a time here.
Hmn. Noon. Time for my daily dose of happiness.
Who's up for a drink?
Let's have dinner, get pissed, and celebrate. For no particular reason, just because we can. Anybody with me on this one?
Hey, love. Let's have a night, just you and me. No staying out late for one reason or another, just a night at home. We don't even have to get dressed up; we can sit around in our pajamas if you'd like.
Who reads The Daily Prophet anyway? (Besides for your juicy articles of course, Rita Skeeter!) Everyone knows the most reliable source of information these days is The Quibbler.