| 3:09 am |
Today was not a good day. It had started out okay, but then some big, hulking man and his equally big, hulking woman had come into the office to talk to Ernie's boss, and had been big and loud and aggressive, and that had got him jumpy enough to begin with, without the unwanted detour on his lunch break through Knockturn Alley when Diagon Alley had proved to be too crowded. That had been a mistake; you ran into all sorts down there, including the ones who liked to thrust papers at you about how the trials of the remaining Death Eaters had been a farce, that the witnesses had been biased, that justice wasn't being done.
He hadn't made it back to the office after lunch, sending an Owl to work with his apologies, claiming a sudden bout of food poisoning. He'd barely made it back to his flat and his supply of firewhisky, curling up in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a thick blanket despite this year's almost mild summer, cradling a bottle of firewhisky in his lap. |
| 12:10 pm |
.i. My hands are covered in paper cuts. I think Keiran sharpens the edges of his papers on purpose, sometimes.
I'm thinking about getting a cat. Or maybe a puppy. There's enough room in the flat and it might be nice to have one around. Anyone got recommendations?
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Finish research for the next chapter, contact Shannon about the deadline (find out when it is), change J's character so it isn't so similar.
Recarpet. This one's too close to the carpet in Carrow's office.
Check heating.
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