The Dungeons

September 28th, 2009

01:10 pm - [info]loopy_love - Owl Post: Gregory Goyle

Mr Goyle,

I'm replying in regards to your application for the position of Accounts Payable Controller. After some consideration, I'm asking if you would be interested in interviewing for the Accounts Director position that has recently opened instead. Your resume and previous work experience suggests that you could be the ideal candidate for this position.

Please arrange a meeting time with my office so we can meet and discuss if this is the right opportunity to benefit us both.

Sincerely,

Luna Lovegood
Owner, Executive Chairman and Editor
The Quibbler
Lovegood Publishing
 

08:51 pm - [info]operculum - Conversation in a corner of a corridor of the Athenaeum

*throat clearing*

I see you've found a way to occupy your time, Severus. But you are looking better. Wherever you've run off to is treating you well, I see.

09:35 pm - [info]allandsundry - [Private Journal Post]

Merlin's Flash Knickers, what was I THINKING, not having sex for so long?

The weekend... ahhhhhh. It was fabulous. I am knackered beyond belief. I was an Inferius on ward today (that's why they train you in altered states, I suppose). I can hardly believe I made it through the day.

Friday after the Grand Revelry with Harry (bolshie as ever, and absolutely BESOTTED with Draco) and Luna (must ask her how things with Bill are - have a feeling all's not quite right) I went out in Camden and had MAD SEXUAL EXPERIENCES. (I know, all caps are so tasteless, but it was fantastic). I started out with a fabulous blow job in the toilets of one locale and then graduated to a backroom threesome with onlookers in another. I'd forgotten how lovely public sex is!

And that was just the beginning. Harry called Oliver for me and, well, he lives up to his surname. He came to pick me up Saturday and we didn't make it out of my flat. My arse will never be the same. I lost count, but I think we hit somewhere in the six-to-seven orgasm range in just over 24 hours. I'm a mess of stubble burn, wincing, and jaw strain, and I regret nothing.

God. Sex. YES. Why did I... Oh I'm too tired to ask why! It was marvelous and I think I shall fall into bed now with a hot milk and brandy and sleep. FOREVER!

Fuck Daniel and his ocular Healer. FUCK THEM. I'm getting laid and I DON'T CARE!
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