Day: Thursday
Time: Evening
Location: 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
[Private to Self]
If the Daily Prophet insists on writing nothing but complete shit, I wish they'd keep my name
out of it. Great feckin hippogriffs, I can't even think of a proper reaction.
Pansy's enjoying it as usual, but what if the pack sees all that? Not even the marriage nonsense... but the rest?
Maybe if I don't say anything they won't notice it.
And if they do see it... maybe I'll still pretend I didn't.
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[Private to Montague]
Montague,
Seeing your name in the paper is always a delight.
If you must flirt with my fiancée, in the future do be kind enough to be more discrete about it.
-PD
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[Private to June]
June,
Yeah that's right?! So I was just reading The Prophet, and apparently we're getting married. I just have one question. How giddy are you to have finally snagged my brooding athletic self?
-PD
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