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[Nov. 27th, 2008|11:13 pm] |
My wife tried out for Oliver! And used her married surname. I've never been so fucking angry at her. And that nitwit Victor hired seems to have LOST Grindlewald's ring. Today is a bad day to cross me. Hah. As if I'll warn any of you. Delightful day today, isn't it? Or at least I'd take more notice of it if I wasn't currently overworked. That's all I seem to say, I know. It's all I've really got. My life is as boring as a blank wall. I'd be more depressed about it if I had the time to stop and dwell.
HEXED VERY VERY PRIVATE TO SELF:
Must find this Buchanan idiot and treat him to a little punishment over the ring. Must make sure it doesn't leak out to the bloody goblins. I don't fancy being quartered by them. Unless I point them in the direction of Buchanan and they can quarter him instead. But... Too risky.
Must also investigate this Kimb Baker person, discover how much she remembers. Perhaps need Vane around after all to keep tabs on Baker's memory.
- Imperious? Imp. = too risky.
- Mild love potion? Dosage enough to keep her confiding in me, but not overtly in love. That would do my head in. Love potion usage excessive of late. Am more creative than this, surely.
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Avoid meeting with goblins this week. Looks like they've been wiring in enough funds to last me a month or so, if all goes well. Except all is not going well. I would like to murder incompetant people. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|01:25 am] |
Why does everyone insist I take my stupid cow of a wife to this stupid ball? I don't want to go. I don't want to be seen with her. I don't want to be anywhere near her. I'd rather undergo another evening of the Cruciatus curse. No, that's an exaggeration. At least there's a positive side to tonight. But I shouldn't appear too happy, no one else will get it.
My department in the Ministry is seeking a new executioner of dangerous animals, or something of the sort. I don't hold with the position on most counts, generally because I feel that some of the executions are performed out of pure fear, and the executioners in the past have always made me feel afrai nervo uncomfortable. Possibly because one of them worked with Him and he always seemed to know how intimidated I felt and that you can't blame the animal itself for only acting instictively. For instance, you can't blame a dragon for naturally being inclined towards attacking anything that so much as moves around it's nest of eggs. You'd think people themselves would be bright enough to just leaved the poor damned thing alone. We're supposed to have a drop more intelligence. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|10:22 am] |
I am very disturbed. Why are you all proclaiming your love for one another? I would like an explanation, please.
But with everyone's attentions fixated on how pretty and handsome they all think they are, it is the perfect opportunity to arrange for someone to break into the Museum. I'd do it myself, but I'm swamped with actual work I didn't even create for myself.
Fucking hell. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|05:46 am] |
I feel like I'm missing something. As though something's about to fall apart and if I don't find this link, the lack of it will ruin everything.
Those fucking hags. They should have never gotten anywhere near my plans. I KNEW I should have fucking kept them out... On the other hand, they could help scare the Ministry out of want to negotiate the borders for the Forbidden Forest. I don't think Shacklebolt gives a fuck about any species that's not human. Fucking bleeding heart about Muggles though. There are millions of Muggles. There's only so many centuars and witches and wizards in the world. WE are the dying breed.
I have to go in to work over the weekend. There goes all my plans of dressing up as Gilderoy Lockhart? |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|11:51 am] |
I'm not sure how my expertise on Goblins is required in this affair with the hags, but I'm thoroughly annoyed by it I hope to be of some use nonetheless.
( PRIVATE )
( ROMILDA ) |
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[Oct. 15th, 2008|09:12 am] |
I hate my wife. Even just having to write down the words 'my' and 'wife' together in the same sentence makes me feel sick. I think I'll slip a little something nasty in her foundation tomorrow. Fugly cow. Better make a visit to the WW tomorrow afternoon.
My sincerest apologies for those affected by the Goblin strike at Gringott's. But if you didn't treat them like your fucking slaves- The negotiations were going quite well until they began demanding we release their most notorious ring-leader. And even I wouldn't dare argue that case. Obviously we weren't willing to go that far, and you can't blame us for making it a line we refuse to cross. We did, however, manage to arrive at a happy compromise and their word that there will be no further strikes from now until after the New Year at least. That should put your minds at ease! Ugh. I hate the pseudo-perk. Especially in regards to Christmas. If you celebrate Christmas. I know some people don't. I do not. But I don't think about it for a while.
Percy Weasley, my boy. Engaging in a new and exciting adventure with McCormack, are you? Anything I can do to make it more exciting? Make mini-McCormack disappear for you on your watch? Fuck her? No. She might not fall for it. And I'm sick of women. Romilda's an exception. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
It's curious. I've been watching these journals for over a month. You have no idea how much you're all giving away. And of course, you have no idea how much I can do with all the so-called insignificant pieces of information you leave lying around. Mr. Urquhart, you really ought to stop mocking the public and start warning them. That would be your first mistake.
Hello. I found this in my briefcase, which is possibly a miracle, because I cannot locate anything in there. I was actually looking for my registration form for Advanced Mermish classes. Per usual, I did not manage to find it because I already handed it in, of course but I'll be sure to grab another at work on Monday. Quidditch is the second most popular subject hereabouts. I have a desk between two hardcore fans. It's a pity you lost, Meghan. Better luck next time?
Useless sport. Wonder how easy it would be to tamper with the equipment, just out of curiousity? |
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