Bonjour, tout le mond! Some of you might be aware that I was a journalist back home, and I'd really like to continue that here. I covered the little Ask Mini section of Witch Weekly and was a freelancer for the Prophet during the war where I had to wear the most hideous uniform ever, so if you have anything you'd like me to talk about I left a little box ~*~here~*~ for you to drop things in.

Bisousssssss ♥

[ WARDED TO BDH PEOPLE ]

I know we just saw everyone a few days at Dora's birthday, but did everyone make it through this time?

Well. I'm definitely not in London anymore. Maybe? I don't know. This looks like a village, not a compound. Can anyone see this? I'm pretty sure a homeless person chloroformed me, dragged me into some back alley clinic, and tried to convince me I've been kidnapped to live as a lab rat by a group of mad scientists. They, of course, counted themselves among the latter regime of dastardly brains, tasked with poking and prodding the puny humans to discern what makes them tick. Now, that being said, I would totally discount it if London wasn't (a) not London, and (b) so bloody empty. Seriously. Where is everyone? And everything? The streets aren't the same, nor are the buildings, ergo this is not London. Ergo, where have I been kidnapped to? Please don't say compound run by mad scientists. Please.

P.S. Where's Gamma Block? Is it a street? I have a flat you know. It's on NOT Gamma Black.
P.P.S. Can someone contact my Editor and tell him that his most favorite and efficient junior photographer, Prudence Creevey, has been kidnapped in the name of SCIENCE?

Er- I have to give a charms practical for fifth years tomorrow so I should probably get going.

How did I get here anyway?

Belle and I found a stray pup



I think she's a little too energetic for her. Would anyone like to pick her up? I don't think I can really care for both of them.

Warded separately to Lucy, Jayne and Dora^BDH
Hey, how've you been?

Warded to Lysander
I know you know this but I'm still sorry, and I will respect your need for time but I just want you to know that I love you.

Since I doubt my publisher exists in this world, I suppose I'll need a real job. Is there someone working at the grocers, currently?

Warded against Omegas
I know there's been some talk of setting up a local government, but is anyone in charge of organizing classes at the school? Unless Miss Omega is going to be continuing her lessons, we'll need to address it sooner or later. I personally wouldn't have any objections to letting the children have a summer break while we got that organized, though. And I really can't wait for the magical chauvinists to start objecting to the idea of them being taught anything outside of magic

ALRIGHT. The masses have spoken. Let's open a pub, party people. We need a place to eat, drink, and be merry without the creepy assistants in the Compound mixing our drinks. I have to do something until the Quidditch league starts and I can grab my mic again.

So. This requires:

1. An ace name that you can remember while you've had a few.
2. OF AGE people to work. No aging potions, babies.
3. Live entertainment. Oi, Minister of Music, I need you.
4. Prime real-estate.

[...] I don't know if anyone else would be interested, but [...] what about a newspaper?

There are at least two photographers here and I think a few writers. Would anyone else be interested in trying to put together a newspaper? We could write about whatever we wanted.

Scientists? Would that be something we could do?