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December 14th,
2010 7:32 pm
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Oh my goodness. I thought things around here were busy before Mister Podmore had to step in and take care of things with Minister Weasley is recuperating. Making sure everything gets taken care of both for the DMLE and the Minister's offices is a lot of work. I'm constantly worried that papers are going to get mixed up and someone won't make it to an appointment.
[ Warded to Megan ]
Megan, I tried to visit you the other day during my lunch, but the woman at the welcome desk turned me away before I could even try to use my new "pull" as the interim Minister's assistant. I hope you and the Minister are doing all right. Have they let you go yet?
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October 5th,
2010 8:15 pm
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[ HEXED PRIVATE TO THE DA ]
Does anyone know if the jinx on the DA sign-up sheet is still active? I wanted to talk to Megan about something that was indirectly related to the group (mostly about me being crazy) and I wasn't sure how much I could talk to her about it without getting branded a sneak. I forgot to bring it up during the meeting. I promise she's trustworthy.
[ /HEX ]
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September 28th,
2010 8:02 pm
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[ HEXED PRIVATE ]
I don't know if I can do this. I know I was just complaining about how we're all just sitting here, helplessly waiting for the next attack and getting complacent, but I don't know if I'm strong enough. I was never very good at offensive spells and it's been so long since I've done any kind of defensive spelling that I'm sure I'll be horrid. I'm just going to disappoint everyone.
[ /HEX ]
[ HEXED PRIVATE TO MEGAN JONES ]
I need to talk to you about something but I'm not sure how much I can say.
[ /HEX ]
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September 26th,
2010 7:37 pm
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Don't you hate it when weeks go by and you feel like you have made so little of an influence on anything that it was like you aren't even around at all? Sure, I did some filing at work and I helped my neighbour keep a tree she was planting straight, but nothing else has really happened. I know that can be good, since nothing happening on a larger scale means no one else is dying or getting hurt, but it also means that we're all just here waiting for the next thing to happen.
I'm getting complacent and I don't like it.
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September 7th,
2010 10:45 pm
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It may be nearly autumn rather than spring, but the house certainly was asking for a thorough cleaning this weekend. Even though most of the rooms are largely unused, dust still gets everywhere and dust everywhere means sweeping, mopping and cleaning windows. I don't mind cleaning, though. There's something cathartic about letting the sun shine through a freshly-cleaned window or scrubbing grime off of a mirror so that you can see yourself in it.
I even poked through some of Aunt Amelia's boxes when I made my way up to the attic. I can hardly remember packing them away. Finding her reading glasses and the book which was on her night stand when she passed wasn't fun, but I definitely need to see what is in the rest of these boxes when I'm having a strong day. I don't know if I'll even be that strong.
Cleaning isn't such a terrible way to spend a weekend. I feel so much better about the state of my home now that I've spent the time to sweep away the cobwebs, as it were.
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