[Warded Private to Brocklehurst]
Take your fucking flatmate back, won't you?
[End Ward]

[Warded Private to Warrington]
I'm tired of Daphne. Make her leave. Or have you not noticed that she's living here yet?
[End Ward]

I hate the Word Cup so much sometimes.

It warms my nonexistent heart to know everyone cares so much about the state of my sex life, really.

It's touching.

Well...this has been an interesting twenty-four hours if I do say so myself. I'm almost glad to not be home right now dealing with it all.

CARMICHAEL:

YOUR WOMAN IS NOT SPEAKING TO YOU.

LEAVE HER ALONE.

Warrington, where's Evil?

Has anyone seen my cat?

( Private to Parvati )

I may just commit suicide. I might be forced to commit suicide. My dignity may never recover. This is beyond belief.

My wallet is safe, of course, but my dignity is another story. Women stoop to low levels for revenge, I'll say that much.

So if I've hanged myself by tomorrow, don't touch my stuff. I hope you can handle being a single parent,

Brocklehurst, if you're still interested in that Quidditch ticket, you're actually going to have to come get it eventually, I'm not going to wait at the gate of the stadium and hand it to you.

( Private to Warrington )

I got off work a bit early today since we didn't have much of anything to do, but I got a few tickets for the next match. I haven't looked to see when or where it is or even who's playing. Someone should know, and yes, it is my job to know, but I'm off the clock right now, so shove off ( Read more... )

As it would appear, I sold my soul to one Eddie Carmichael for my perfect teeth. I probably went the whole nine-yards and just sold it for my ridiculously good looks in general, but the particulars haven't been discussed ( Read more... )