God Dammit! Bloodyfucking--! UGH.

I swear--! FUCK!

[Private to the HP crew, excluding Voldemort and Merope.]

They've caught up to Hermione. They've-- She's--

Alright... Alright, I've got to think about this. I can't just...
I've got to get her before they...

Bollocks.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Load of bollocks! Just-- Ugh!

Where is she!? I swear, if I find--
Deep breath.

[Private to Neville; warded and hexed]You go on to Styles, alright? Make sure Ginny's along, and behaves, and doesn't do anything stupid. He told me before that he could only take the three of us, so if he won't take Luna or Snape, or whatever ( Read more... )

Dear Out-For-Blood I'm-Guessing-Muggle Whack-Jobs,

This is definately the one you're after. He is the Snitch of witch-hunting. Get to Seeking.

Otherwise Bugger Off,
Ronald B. Weasley

Left me my wand, twisted fuck. Good job with that.

...Dammit.

Oi! I need a Healer. Lukia's been... repeatedly punctured with... What did you say? ...Oh, right. She's been repeatedly puntured with 'syringes,' so it'd be rather kind of someone to haul arse and lend a hand.

Got it? Good.

Now...
Hermione? Ginny? Nev? Anybody and everybody?

Fantastic, and to think that I was going to go to bed early. Of all nights, really... It's not even that I drank so much.

Some of us are decent, underlings, dammit working people, you know. Me and Neville had to get up at about three this morning... It's just that we're decently tired by this point.

Besides, I've seen much better fireworks. Fred ( Read more... )

This is all very... elaborate. S'nice, a good break, and all that.

Hermione, want to go to an office party? I supposed to let Mr. Styles know, I think. The notice might be too late, actually. I'm a bloody genius with these things...We haven't really got this sort of party, at Hogwarts, or in England. Eastern thing, is it ( Read more... )

Right, so I'm being repeatedly locked out of the flat.

Anybody need a wizard for anything? It doesn't even have to be that I'm a wizard; I'm sure I could be a store clerk, or something like that...

Maybe I should just learn to locksmith and get back into the bloody buildingOh! And Lukia, I need to give you your money back. You gave me a bit for ( Read more... )

So, Harry's gone.

I'm an unemployed loser.

Yay, life.

To go into such a horrid morning... But then, they're all quite horrid these days, aren't they ( Read more... )

Uh... Neville? Quick question, mate.

The plants that you keep... Are they supposed to be doing that... Rise-into-choas sort of thing?

I swear, one of them just tried to shove me over the balcony...