Dunmoody

Clients! Potential clients! Don't visit The All-Seeing Eye today. However, because I still want your money, let's visit the Towering Dwarf instead! I've arranged for a private room.

"Why Veronica," you may ask, "why don't you want us at your usual place of business?"

"I'm glad you asked," I say. "It's because the [insert expletive here] cooling charms have magically turned to heating charms overnight, and it's a whopping 34 degrees in this office. If you crave the ambiance of a rainforest minus the rain, it's your dream office. If you're me, it's hell."

The pros are coming to fix it later this afternoon, but it's Friday and I trust no one. See you at the Dwarf! Stay hydrated!

GINNY WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME!

To whoever wrote the Ministry fanfiction that's making it's rounds, well done. You've managed to actually write something worse than the Muggle drivel 50 Shades. If you don't know what that is, don't let me stop you from going to a Muggle library to check it out.

FILTERED PRIVATE:

Red hair, arm stretched out. Freckles, no blood. Pale skin, might be irish or a lack of blood. Too fast to tell. No scream. Possible kidnapping?

No location. Dark? Footsteps on wood, I think, it was hollow and not firm, like concrete. No speaking, no crying. Silent, with some sound echos, like a tunnel. Maybe underground?

DMLE would need a location, but anonymous might be best for this one. Can try to sleep, see if I sleep walk. Cancel hair appointment? Ugh, had this booked for two weeks. Could floo Davies, but he might have more questions.

Bloody hell, if I get one more potential stage performer who doesn't take kindly to be told they didn't get the part (like a literal child being told no he couldn't have candy and ends up throwing himself on the floor and screaming)... I am going to quit this job. My son is five times more mature.

[Veronica]

At what point do I stop feeling awkward around your dad during Father's Day? I feel like a dunce when I just show up with a card and a bottle, then just stand around making small talk for hours. Yes, I've been thinking about this all week.

Auror stuck at the Ministry seeking delivery of a funnel cake from the Dunmoody Faire. Paying 10 galleons for delivery. Someone take pity.

I'm surprised there's not a lot of chatter about the Quidditch announcement yesterday. This is a big step for recognizing Scotland and Wales, at least in the Wizarding World. Anyone know a player from one of those teams? I'd love to know how they feel about it. Honestly, any Quidditch player has thoughts on it, I'm sure. I'll have to pester Ginny. I wonder if this was a surprise of if they knew it was coming and had to keep quiet. I can tell you there was no buzz about it in the Ministry prior to yesterday.

[Veronica]
Forgot my lunch at home. Want to meet up and eat out? Or are you hot on the trail of another dangerous hoodlum?

Okay, I just wanted to use the word 'hoodlum.'

Oof. Guys. Let's have a talk. Is it hot outside, or is it just this amazing stash of stolen Borgin & Burke's items I've managed to apprehend?

Aurors, Aurors! A fair damsel's calling. I've got a guy here, says he's totally innocent and doesn't know how this stuff ended up in his warehouse. [ address ] I'll let you figure that one out. Some of it looks all Dark Artsy. He's sticky-charmed to a wall which is overkill, I know, but it's also hilarious, because he tried to knock me out after he declared his innocence, which I mean. Wouldn't we all?

But seriously, it's freaking hot.

This is an OOC Post. If you don't see your character tag, please reply!

Apparently in order to have tags show up in the list of available tags (when they are mod-created), they need to be used at least once to show up. SO I CREATE POST. AND TAG ALL THE PEOPLE.

HI, welcome! You being here is like love!

As a new resident to Dunmoody, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask what sorts of things I should absolutely know about the community. I did do some research before moving here, of course, but I am still getting used to the UK culture, as it is starkly different from New Delhi.

My name is Neal, by the way -- you can see my face around in the Midwives' Guild or at the Dearborn (or running around the town, I'm sure). It's a pleasure to (kind of) meet all of you, though I hope we actually get to meet in person sometime. (This message can be disregarded by the Sisters Patil, Lavender Brown and Michaela Dawlish.)

Happy summer, folks!