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He won't answer my owls with anything more than one word. I've taken to just owling him back to be an annoyance. If he thinks I'm going to put up with that, he is very much mistaken. At least he knows that she'd behind bars. At least he knows who she is. Who did it. He's lucky in that regard. Not that anything about this is lucky. It's not. It's ( Read more... )

He asked me to dinner. I think I accepted.

I'm meeting with Brocklehurst  Mandy tonight to discuss taking Ticky down. He has no idea what's coming. I've got snaps, but I think I'll be saving those as a final blow. He will never touch me without permission every again. Ever. Because, I'll never be giving that permission. The fact that he's plowed, ( Read more... )

I can't believe I passed up the opportunity to interview an Unspeakable. Honestly. It would have made my career. MADE it. I'm an idiot, that's the only explanation.

Haven't heard back from Zabini. I swear, I still have a bad taste in my mouth from writing that article, even if the pictures that went along with it were rather tasty and nice to look ( Read more... )

First article was published today since I returned. They were trying to give the assignment to someone else, but I threw a hissy and got it instead. There was no way I was allowing anyone else to write that article. Yes, I may be a bitch, but I wasn't going to allow someone to butcher something so important ( Read more... )

I'm not sure about my new flat. It seems perfectly fine, but it's not home yet. Not sure if it ever will be. The month to month lease is great, in case this doesn't work out.

Lavender, I swear to God, if you second guess yourself one more time, no sweets for a week.

The flat. Right. It's... smaller than I'd hoped, but having to move on such short ( Read more... )