Well, Alessio Zabini didn't get married. Colour me utterly shocked. And his little girlfriend seems to have been about as committed to the whole thing as he was. I know, I should be thrilled that amor vincia'd omnes, but all I can think of is that they will both eventually come back to work and not only will they both be terminally distracted, ( Read more... )

( The Current List of Annoyances. )

This all stopped being funny and started to become extremely boring about six hours ago. I no longer care who did what with whom at which incredibly stupid orgy of adolescent excess and debauchery. I just want some goddamned decent help around here. I especially don't care where Rosier went last night, or what complicity Artisson may have had in ( Read more... )

Priscilla has made Dr Artisson take Miss Rosier to a party. I asked her if she provided Miss Rosier with all the appropriate potions and she told me she had told Dr Artisson in no uncertain terms that he was not to meddle with Miss Rosier. I asked her if she had told Miss Rosier that, and if she thought that Dr Artisson could resist her. It took ( Read more... )

She finally threw the cheating bastard out. I don't believe it. She threw him out and she hasn't taken him back. And she isn't going to. It's been nearly a week ( Read more... )

Five things I never thought I'd find in Stephen Yang's office ( Read more... )

1. Priscilla is pouting. Apparently I was supposed to be more sympathetic. But even I don't order painful and invasive testing when I don't actually want a diagnosis ( Read more... )

1. So. Tomorrow I get to go and talk to the Muggles. With Albus Dumbledore. I am thrilled beyond belief by this prospect. And then, after that, I get to do rectification2. Scalara's applied to join the Astrologers' Guild. I don't want to vote in favour of her admission, but I can't find anything in the laws of the Guild about not sleeping ( Read more... )

1. Dammit, I hate it when they make me care ( Read more... )