act two: main comm

Attention please, Gavin Aldridge and Rhys Entwhistle. Though this minor detail may have slipped your notice, we are no longer living at Hogwarts. This means that we no longer have house-elves to pick up after us. Personally, I don't care what your bedrooms look like, as long as I don't have to see them, but it's the common space that is the problem. The kitchen bears a striking resemblance to the Potions dungeon on a particularly difficult day, and the den looks a bit like the Owlery. I'm not saying I know whose fault it is, or even that I'm not to blame. But. I cannot keep living in filth, I'll go insane. So let's pitch in and get rid of the rubbish, eh? Perhaps perform Scourgify a few times? Sanitary purposes, you know.

On another note, work is entirely boring at the moment. Nothing juicy going on in the wizarding world, apparently, just trials over incredibly tedious minutiae of new imported potions and things. Come on, magistrates, give me something to write home about.

What is with all the messages about quills anymore? I just use office quills while I'm here and leave my own personal ones at home (not that I can find them with the mess the way it is). I mean, really, as so many have said, they're only quills. Just pop over to Diagon Alley and pick up a new one if you've need of it.

Also. I am bored. Entertain me.

Final note: Maggie and James, I approve. For the time being. (Meaning don't hurt each other.)