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March 5, 1981. [05 Sep 2003|07:46pm] [ mood | thankful ] Often I'm quite glad my job doesn't heavily involve current events, else I would addling my brains with far too many Anti-Headache Charms. Stupidstupidstupidstupid - I mean, a decision made with serious disregard to proper judgement and wizarding policy. Stupid. Comments: mysterious?.

February 16, 1981. [16 Jul 2003|11:05am] [ mood | rushed ] Just a quick line, I'm at work filing a report on the jaunt in the Black Forest. Yesterday (as per Mr. Rookwood's instructions) I went down to Diagon Alley early to get my wand, but Mr. Ollivander was already there, so there was no need to harrass him. I'd never met the man before, I bought my first wand in Belgium with Dad...he, erm, is slightly unnerving...eleven inches, oak and dragon heartstring, not too swishy. I have to say, it's very pretty, but that's not exactly the point of a wand, is it now? Well, this one will certainly get a lot of use... I need to finish my work, so I'll close for now. Leaving for Belarus on the 20th, and this time I'll bring my note book so if I get a moment I can jot a line or two. Don't know how long I'll be away, see. Comments: mysterious?.

February 14, 1981. [14 Jul 2003|06:58pm] [ mood | wandless ] I guess if I wrote down long strings of unintelligable sounds, or just let this quill blott all over the page it would be a fairly accurate way to express my frustration, because I just don't think I can do it justice in English...ah, so ist das Leben - I've been in the Black Forest for two weeks, tracking down a certain ghost who would be highly helpful (if I could find him, because at this rate it's proving to be more trouble tracking him down), and I got in a tussle with a vampire and managed to break my wand in two. I know, I know. And then I found out it was an incorrect tip-off, and he's really (supposedly) in some hamlet or something in Belarus...I'm beginning to think that researching death would be easier if I just killed myself. I'll be at work tommorrow, but it's incredible how naked (and in danger) I feel without a wand, so if I get a moment at lunch I'll Apparate to Diagon Alley and get myself another. Hopefully there have been no - er, causualties, I suppose - of Ministry squabbles, and I wonder what the papers have published since I left...my subscribtion to the Prophet ran out. Damn vampires. Comments: 5 won't speak - mysterious?.

[18 Jun 2003|11:01pm] [ mood | in pain. ] Well now. Today's issue of the Freespirit News has certainly caused a stir, hasn't it? (Not helping the headache - I really am going to see a Mediwitch. Tommorrow. I promise.) While it's no big secret that I tend to be more liberal than rightist, my position on the Unforgivables has nothing to do with the fact that that article dealt a low blow to afigg in bringing in her husband - that has nothing to do with the issue at hand. And what do the Haymarket Hangings have to do with the Unforgivables? (Besides catching the readers eye with a grisly picture of brutality, of course.) I mean, my position hasn't changed, but - you know, I think I should go write that owl now. ( Owl to Anne Longbottom. ) Other than that, I need to find my dress robes (countdown to gala - far too soon), and I bought a new book today (musn't be doing that too much, law books in Flourish and Blott's run high) on human rights and the role law plays in important issues globally. Though I think this book may strike closer to home than I might like... Comments: 2 won't speak - mysterious?.

[18 Jun 2003|11:03am] [ mood | busy ] It appears that there is some social function tommorrow night - usually this would be a (mildly) good thing: good that there's a bit of a gala, bad that there's a bit of a gala and that means mingling with some of the Ministry that I am not very fond of. Granted, there will be others there as well, but I hate forcing smiles and making small talk. I'm kind of looking forward to it, I suppose, but I still have a splitting headache from my last assignment, and that was days ago. This morning I need to do some Department paperwork, and get my bearings again. I need to get back into the swing of things...oh, and also my mum owled me - it seems Dad isn't doing so well, but he's not the youngest fellow anymore. He's a fighter, though, and so he doesn't worry me too much. Back to work... Comments: 2 won't speak - mysterious?.

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