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I hate politics.

I really do. Spent nearly half an hour garnering tentative support for Tomsin's precious little Act from gwenborgin, and didn't even take time to sip a bit of tea. Ended up with a little white lie bordering on insanity... eh, well. Tomsin likes her well enough- I don't see why she shouldn't support her in some future skive ( Read more... )

I hope all of the other Departments have been having a good time; the Minister's sector is about as boring as an old hat, lately. Everything interesting seems to have happened in the DoMLE. All of the amusing things, as well. I went to welcome all of the lunatics St. Mungo's patients back to work-- they must have gotten the flowers signed from the ( Read more... )

Darrell Noseworthy from the Department of Magical International Co-operation sent me a florist's dozen of Puffapod blooms on St. Valentine's Day. Really, what is it with people these days? I can't be brought cheaply.

It's probably time to accept the Minister's generous offer seeing as everyone else knows about it. Minister, you'll receive my ( Read more... )

Just sent an Owl off to the French Ministry. Bloody French. Who can understand those blithering idiots anyhow? Parley-voo indeed ( Read more... )

So I'm fiddling around with my nails. Mr. Crouch came by. Argued with Minister. Eavesdropped at door. Can't believe I have to send out invitations soon. Another gala ( Read more... )

News came from the States yesterday. Mira has taken up with a Russian boy of reputable origins, apparently. Gran isn't too pleased, but then, who would expect her to be? Appeared in my Floo last night for two hours, ranting on how since Renee got married to a handsome young fellow named Robbie and they've already got one on the way, why couldn't ( Read more... )