05. No Rest For the Wicked

Jul 07, 2009 13:37

Has anyone seen my jacket? Brown leather, a couple patches on it, one of a leopard clawing the fabric. I haven't been able to find it since I left school, and it's not in my trunk like I thought it was. Here's a photo. Please, if you find it, owl it to me, or floo over.




[[Filtered from Authority and Snitches,
Unhackable]]

So I got a job until Quidditch Camp starts up. Some bar down Knockturn. It isn't ideal, but they patrons pay surprisingly well for discretion. I'm making 2 galleons a day, plus tips. I may even have enough to buy a cheap model broom before camp starts up.

Dear ol' mum might pitch a fit if I see her before graduation, but who cares. I forged her signature for camp, since I couldn't remember if I could sign my own forms now that I'm 17. I'm too use to the American laws on drinking and consent forms.

[[/Filter]]


[[Private, 10% Hackable]]

Working in Knockturn Alley isn't that bad. Just gotta show people you're not to be messed with. No one else would hire me once they found out about my 'health problems'. Damn it. Why couldn't the Ministry make a suppressor potion that doesn't need to be taken every four hours? It's no wonder most creatures turn dark side if that's how they're treated even with their dangerous traits not causing a problem for humans.

That one bitch at the Magical Managerie actually had the nerve to cross herself and conjur water at me when she saw my Status on the application. Shit, I'm still trying to heal the burns from that.

[[/Private]]

job, damn it, fuck, ministry, shit

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