Piper Pettigrew is a BAMF in training.

WARDED TO PETER:

I can't sleep. You're probably asleep so won't even read this until the morning, but I can't sleep. I figured if by the off chance you were still up and I caught you, that I'd tell you this even if it's something dumb for me to be whinging about to you. That I can't sleep, that is.

WARDED TO SHERLOCK:

You've been voted by myself to help me figure out a way to raise morale in the office. Between Auror Scrimgeour and all of these people turning out to be vigilantes and all of these trials, everyone just seems kind of... blah. So I want to find a way to show the full-fledged members of the DMLE how much they are appreciated, even if it's by two of their trainees.

We need a plan and you're the most anal retentive diligent person I know. Yay you!

WARDED TO DMLE:

I already passed word through a few people, but thought I'd make an "official" statement about how since I stayed late to review some theories and help with paperwork - & am still here - that I'm willing to refill any coffee mugs or tea cups before I head out!

PETER, DID YOU KILL THAT SPIDER THAT WAS IN THE LOO YET? I KIND OF NEED TO SHOWER WHEN I COME HOME AND CAN'T WHEN THERE IS BUG THE SIZE OF A FRYING PAN STARING AT ME WHILE I'M TRYING TO WASH MY HAIR!

Also, are there any pastries left or should I pick up more? Love you. Thanks.

i don't think i have a stomach lining anymore. and this stupid nurse won't leave me alone.

bloody duck.

WARDED TO PETER:

What do you make of what happened on the WWN the other day? I've been thinking it over for a few days and I'm not entirely sure I want to believe the son of a Death Eater made it through the DMLE screening process. On the other hand? Like... that was a lot of information those people knew. Do you think someone just might make up a bunch of lies to paint those people in a good light even if they were really Death Eaters themselves? It's not like subterfuge isn't a dime a dozen these days, sadly.

And I'm sorry I called you a stupid bloody wanker. You're not.

WARDED TO DMLE TRAINEES:

Does someone want to have a practice duel tomorrow? Not focused on any one thing specifically, but I just want to practice.

WARDED TO AUROR SCRIMGEOUR:

Sir, I was wondering if I might have a word with you at your discretion.

I'm sick of pancakes. I think I've been making them so much lately that I've set myself off them.

PRIVATE:

Nine days. You can do this, Piper.

FOUND IT! And yet I'm still not sure how I continually lose my journal, only to find it in the most random places. The icebox? Check. Under the radiator? Check. Under the post? Check. In a flower pot in the backyard, sitting on my windowsill behind the curtains or on top of the drying dishes? Check, check and check!

Peter, I'm beginning to suspect our house is haunted.

Though our neighbor across the way would probably like that since he's already started putting up his Hallowe'en decorations. I love that he practically has a pumpkin patch set out in his yard, but think he could do without the scarecrow that looks like a witch. She's a bit too green and warty and foul-looking for me. Her familiar is cute, at least.

Don't call it a comeback, no-oh-oh.( Read more... )