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( Hexed Private - thinking out loud )

You know, I usually wouldn't offer any magical solutions to muggle problems, but these ridiculous strikes the muggles are having have just got to go. The rubbish is just piling up - they're using Leicaster Square now, can you believe it?!? - and it stinks. They just better not start using Richmond Park - I purposely picked Kingston upon Thames ( Read more... )

Thank God I'm back in England. I may hate the Ministry at times, but it's only when you visit other places that you realize your government's idiocy and ridiculousness really isn't quite as bad as it could be.

( Hexed semi-private )

If it's not one thing, it's another. Apparently I make a very good bodyguard for Ministry wankers who spend their time discussing the problems instead of solving them ( Read more... )

Why is it that all the excitement happens when I'm in the middle of bloody nowhere France playing bodyguard with Amelia Bones and some obnoxious Ministry envoy? I don't even remember her name - Umtidge? Umbudge? Umabigtwat? Something like that. Her condescending simpering haunts me still ( Read more... )

Is it bad when one forgets about Christmas ( Read more... )

First, ( To Potter... )

Damn this weather. As if curse wounds and horrific nightmares weren't bad enough, I've gone and caught a blasted cold.

Great. Bloody fucking fantastic.

( Hexed private - Viewable to Frank and Auror Moody )

I fucking hate Inferi. Period. End of story. If I never see another one of those horrid things for the rest of my life, it will be too soon. I seriously doubt that I'll be that lucky, but hey - a bloke can hope, can he not? Nasty clammy hands and claws ( Read more... )