I don't know if any of you have friends or family that were living on Ann's Island, but something terrible has happened and the Ministry is keeping quiet about the whole thing. At some point in the last week the village stopped communicating. The Ministry sent someone out and found the entire village murdered. I've seen photos, and reports. They ( Read more... )

Corner, we need to have lunch. Tomorrow. It's something big, and I need your opinion. I might follow up with Bones later this week. It's been an age since I saw her.

The holidays always make me depressed. I know it's work related as there are only soppy stories about soup kitchens and good will toward wizarding kind that gloss over the troubles that we all face year to year. If anyone would say something threatening about anyone else, it would at least give me an assignment that doesn't involve "Christmas ( Read more... )

There are days when I'm quite glad not to see my byline on an article.

It's all a little difficult to believe.

Could the hate mail please stop? My desk caught on fire from a hexed letter. My files are gone, and I really don't appreciate the new and destroyed look of singed quills littering the area. Pritchard has been quite vocal in his condemnation of the squalor that is my desk. I still contend that since I didn't cause it, I can hardly be blamed. ( Read more... )

It would seem that the mating habits of Slytherins are back to normal. At least when they are paired up with one another the rest of us need not be worried ( Read more... )

Right. So no more drinking until all hours. I rather wish that my desk was a delicious plate of bacon and toast, but it isn't. Damn.

Pritchard we are having lunch tommorrow. I've got some things to run past you. It should be worth your while and then some.

Not that I don't appreciate owls from my readers... And while hate mail is proof that you are being read... I did not have any desire for people to send me hexed scrolls. Send those to my editor.

Things are going missing from my desk at work. Another damned coffee cup is gone. I cannot figure out who wants my coffee mugs and chewed on quills. I'm switching to biros if this continues. That might confuse the thief with regards to the writing tools ( Read more... )