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Mar 10, 2005 19:11

If one really stops to consider how much one drinks one begins to feel like perhaps they are not quite sober, but if one ignores the fact that they've consumed several pitchers, one feels entirely normal. Until one wakes up the next morning hours late for work, with a splitting headache. You'd think Nymphadora could have atleast tried to wake me up before she left this morning. Women.

[The Order]

Okay, I'm having no luck catching these murderers. Admittedly, I may not be trying as hard as I could, considering who they're murdering, but still, I am an Auror. Bill? Could you do a little research for me? I'm going to forward you a list of the victims and their families, and I need you to see what sorts of shady business connections they have. Maybe if I can anticipate the next victim I can catch the perpetrators.

Also? After next weeks Order meeting I'm advocating a night of drunken debauchery. Not really, but I could use some drinking buddies. I promise to only have a few.
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