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Poor old Mr Perkins. Some young punks (not actual mohican punks, I'm trying to sound like a doddery old man here) came and left him a rather nasty box on his desk. Just because his dad was a Muggle back in the 19th century, or when ever he was born. Attacking an old man like that. Sparks everywhere. Set fire to my paperwork, too ( Read more... )

You know what is very surreal? Coming home and finding NOBODY there. Normally, when you live with 6 other people and have the perennially everywhere brother-in-laws, there's someone around. It was very strange. I blame you, Mr Prewett Esq. II (Fabian), d'you hear me ( Read more... )

Why...why, for the love of Merlin, do all the pranks wizards seem to play on Muggles involve exploding toilets? Or making them overflow? Or...it's just nasty, people. Not to mention not very original. But oh, it's just disgusting. Some of us have to clean this mess up, you know ( Read more... )

You never really appreciate how much your children are weird and wonderful all in the same nervously inhaled breath until you skive off work because Umbridge is a b.. get to spend all day with them.

Bill, apparently, likes Marmite on his toast. WHY? That's just nasty. Really, quite nasty. Charlie likes both syrup and lemon juice on his pancakes. ( Read more... )

It's amazing how much people panic over something like someone giving birth. I mean, after the first two times...where's the need to panic, really? Calm down, people. Especially YOU, Gideon and Fabian Prewett. Just take it easy. You'd think you'd never had a kid before...oh yeah. Heh ( Read more... )

I think there should be a ticker for red tape, you know. A big sign up in the Ministry Entrance saying 'WE HAVE NOW REACHED 200 MILES OF RED TAPE THIS WEEK! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!' or something similar. It would boost morale, encourage us to be more difficult and bureaucratic! Hurray ( Read more... )

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