Why is my husband's family so bloody ridiculous? The Bagnolds were an obscure little house until Cassius's spectacular Quidditch Cup run, and you can tell they're not used to being in the spotlight. My father-in-law feeds his nifflers in his knickers. Brutus is hardly the worst of the lot. I save that designation for Portia, who last I heard ( Read more... )

A member of the Free Spirit Press was killed by Death Eaters today. I was alerted as soon as possible, of course - Crouch isn't fool enough to play politics now - but I haven't quite managed to quell my rage ( Read more... )

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Oh, hell.

The F'n Free Spirit has done it again. Don't they realize that their praise of me only worsens my position? I can't wait for the ball. Snide politicians who tell me that with the support of communists and pacifists, how can I possibly go wrong? And of course, yet another thing for Barty bloody Crouch to rub my nose in. I'll be lucky ( Read more... )

I am quite frustrated. Is it not enough that we're fighting a battle for our survival, must some people constantly strive to make it worse?

Ariadne, you are not to talk to Miss Skeeter again. Freedom of the press is all well and good, but we needn't be so free with our tongue here in the Ministry ( Read more... )

Today is going to be ridiculously busy. I must talk to Ariadne about how she schedules these things - honestly, three meetings and a speech to the Mediwitches Convention, all before lunch? Perhaps something can be postponed.

Besides, something more important has come up. That bastard Crouch has asked for a meeting soon, whether it'll be today ( Read more... )