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[May. 5th, 2009|08:57 am] |
((jaz, assuming that you've just continued with what we planned))</small>
( Gilderoy )
I'm very upset. Someone has taken my favourite fox stole. Those bastards. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2009|09:08 am] |
( Gilderoy )
My, what tragedy we have to live through nowadays. It's not really fair, is it? We have to suffer the loss of loved ones, while the Ministry stumbles about like a headless chicken, making things just that bit harder on us. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|09:21 am] |
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Thank you all so much for voting me Journalist of the Year, I couldn't quite believe it when my name was called out at the awards ceremony! Of course, The Prophet gained a multitude of awards, all thanks to my work as an investigative journalist. People do love to read well-written news, after all.
But it isn't all good news for the Prophet, three of our up-and-coming journalists were murdered rather violently over the past three weeks, and we must, of course, remember them as we celebrate our successes. Unfortunately, the Ministry seems to be doing almost nothing to capture the murderers, which just tears me to pieces. People are getting cut down like trees, and yet we only have a few murder trials each month. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
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( Owl to Nick )
Congratulations George, may you have many deformed babies with your new wife. I hear she contracted herpes from a house elf while on a photo shoot, seems you've married quite a catch. Intelligent, too, she really knows how to wrestle money out of estates. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|10:30 am] |
It seems everyone is too scared to go out for a drink, and for good reason. Why, last night, I decided to go down to the Salamander with George, and it was practically empty, except for a few diners and the bar staff. I remember when it was practically impossible to get a table there, and last night there was an abundance of empty seats. It must be so tough for business owners, I can't imagine how awfully hard it must be nowadays to make a profit.
One of the bar staff, a lovely chap, was telling me how he had dropped out of Hogwarts after being positively abused by Professor McHafferty. I was absolutely disgusted, how could he possibly be denied his education because a professor was abusive towards him? And then he told me about Professor McHafferty, smoking through classes and acting absolutely brutish, tearing up essays and throwing things. It makes me wonder, how violent is the man? |
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[Apr. 15th, 2008|09:11 am] |
I am getting sick of my nose. Ever since that- since it was broken, it hasn't looked quite the same. The healer at Mungos may say it's the same nose, but it's not. She butchered my nose, that awful woman. If we weren't in serious need of healers, I'd have wanted an inquiry into her actions.
Isn't it strange? When I was in school, I remember every Tom, Dick and Harry wanting to be a healer, and now we've a shortage. We've got shortages in everything, it seems. I wonder how many students would be willing to be aurors or work in the Ministry in these troubling times. In fact, I wonder how many of our young wizards and witches are fleeing the country in search of a safer place to live and work. Immigration into our society must be dropping madly, who would want to live in a war-torn society, where it's a danger to stay in your home? We can all hide behind wards and protection charms, but how easily can they be torn down by intelligent wizards and witches? How safe are we, really?
Moody, are you prepared to comment on this? |
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[Feb. 24th, 2008|01:24 am] |
So, I got woken up at 4am last night by the sound of my editor bursting into my flat and demanding I get to work on a story. Fit for the morning print, he tells me. Apparently there's been a riot in Diagon Alley, some defence school got destroyed. Like I give a shit, I tell him.
So, thank you, whoever started that whole thing. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep since 4am last night, I've had to continue writing about updates and new information and the whole business. Not to mention, my coffee is BURNT and the stupid intern I've been landed with doesn't know how to make a decent cup of tea. What does a girl have to do to get a decent cup of tea at 11pm on a Friday night?
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[Jan. 7th, 2008|08:50 am] |
( Private )
Well, haven't we all been busy during the Christmas holidays? I came back to my office on New Year's Day (I really shouldn't have been in at all), and the list of things I had to write up before the evening edition was enormous! You people really know how to keep a journalist busy.
And there are some things that I'm quite sure some people won't want published in this evening's edition. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2007|04:34 pm] |
All for the money, do it for the money. Alastor, it was so good to talk to you the other night! I really feel as if we connected, you know. Maybe we should chat again sometime, I'd really like it if we did. You're such a funny guy and all. Real charisma about you, I think.
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[Nov. 12th, 2007|07:11 pm] |
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You know what is horrible? I haven't bought any new shoes in a whole month. I only realised this when George's arithmancer was going through my receipts and he noticed that my spending for the past month was significantly lower than every other month this year. I've been so busy writing articles and recieving awards and second-printings and third-printings that I haven't had any me time.
I think I should get a personal assistant, to go out and buy me shoes and clothes and new quills, and maybe some ink too. They could buy me pretty much everything, and I could get them to take the green beans out of my Bertie Botts. They'd have to deal with me, I imagine it'd be pretty wonderful.
Ahah, George thinks it's a good idea too. He says hello, by the way. Mind you, I can't understand him mumbling into my neck, it could be 'up, you'. He really must talk louder, or get away from my skin. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2007|04:33 pm] |
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( Private )
BOZO? BOZO, YOU TWIT. Come here right now, we're to go down to the Ministry quick smart! We're going to miss the press conference, HURRY UP. IF I HAVE TO DRAG YOU BY THE EAR I WILL.
Some people have no sense of time whatsoever. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2007|07:18 am] |
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( Private )
I suggest everyone buy a copy of The Daily Prophet tonight. Front page story is absolutely marvellous, and no, I'm not just saying that because I wrote it. Blow your mind, it will.
Or push you out a window, if you're the Soviet Ambassador. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2007|10:06 pm] |
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*As seen on page 4 of the society section in the Daily Prophet*
( The Article )
( Private )
Gilderoy! Come on, we're going shopping! Again! Bertha didn't take long to point out that I looked pregnant bitch. Did you hear about what she and Cornelius Fudge have been doing in secret? Well, you can assume, she couldn't keep her legs or mouth shut for the life of her.
((Yeah, I'm postwhoring. Deaaal.)) |
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[Aug. 4th, 2007|10:09 am] |
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I was sitting in on a photoshoot with The Hobgoblins today, and George Fritby pulled me out of the room, said he wanted to give me a makeover before I got my press credentials. On the house, he tells me.
I now have brown hair with a fringe that keeps getting in my eyes. I got all new clothes, but they're all ... strange. There aren't any dresses, it's all short skirts and low cut shirts, and they're bright as Hell. I think I'm going to stick to my normal clothes. I can't change my hair, because my press credentials will have brown hair, and it's got all these charms on it, so I can't charm my hair in the picture blonde.
I'm the only brunette in the office. Great. All the other girls have blonde hair, and I feel like the odd one out.
Oh, marvellous. George wants to see me in his office. I hope he realises that I don't suit brown hair and tells me to go back and get it fixed.
EDIT: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GOD! I have just been invited to go to the opening of THE PUMPKIN ROOM with GEORGE FRITBY. Oh my GOD. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2007|07:18 pm] |
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Witch Weekly have decided to put me on their payroll as a freelance journalist, provided I spend four weeks with Juliet Moncrief (You know the one Gilderoy, she's utterly amazing) learning the tricks of the trade, starting next Monday.
I HAVE A JOB. Gilderoy, we need champagne! And wine! And port! Let's go clean out the liquor store, I have a feeling we'll be celebrating all the way to Sunday, I can tell you that!
I have to get new clothes! And shoes! Gilderoy, let's go drunken clothes shopping! I should get my hair done too! And my nails! Oh my goodness, there is so much that needs to be done! They'll be taking my picture for an ID card and for my press credentials! I'm going to have proper press credentials!
( Nick! ) |
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[Jul. 6th, 2007|05:17 pm] |
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I was meant to have an interview with the editor of the Prophet today, but because of this ruckus with the Ministry, it's been pushed back to next Thursday. My interview with the Head of Human Resources at the London Herald has been pushed back too. And so has the one at the Berkshire Times. The only place that hasn't owled me to push back my interview is Witch Weekly. Fingers crossed, I hope they don't postpone their interview. Mind you, I don't see why they would.
Gilderoy, I hear there's a new dance club down at Islington, fancy going down tonight to check it out?
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[Jun. 10th, 2007|01:08 pm] |
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( Gilderoy )
Five more days, I think we should all look a little more excited about this. Five more days until we don't have to return to this hellhole ever again. The only way I'd ever return to Hogwarts was if my dead body was dragged through the mud behind a thestral ridden by the Grim Reaper himself.
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