Incipimus Iterum Messages

( Poem cut for length )

[Friends]
It feels weak and petty to mind, all things considered. But as reassuring as it is to be deemed Essential (for any number of reasons) and as good as it is to have something to do... the office has not been a pleasant place this week.

Right, which one of you muppets voted for my place?

Regardless, pre-game drinks at The Brass Monkey for anyone going to that event. I'll be doing half-price beer in the two hours before the event, because if you're anything like me, you're going to have to be drunk and probably high to want to go to that place.

It's already Monday and it feels like I never left the Ministry at all; or this department.

( Private to Albert Jorkins )

( Private to Bertha Jorkins )

Sounds like there is a bit of a commotion going on down at the Ministry.

To all you taking the piss out of me yesterday, Karma's a bitch, isn't she?

[Jules]

Any chance you can work tonight? Something tells me we might have a busy night on at the bar tonight, after the chaos.

Bloody hell, I knew Diagon Alley was going to be busy, but that was something else.

I've seen illustrations of gladiator battles that looked less chaotic and bloody than that.

Good thing that I have a pub because I'm not sure I could afford the amount of beer I need to get over that trip otherwise.

If anyone has any tried and true ways of banishing insomnia that do not involve bludgeoning myself, I'm all ears.

Bloody hell, it is obscenely hot.

I always thought I was good at cooling charms, but I swear I am sweating from places I didn't think it was possible to sweat from. How on earth are the rest of you lot dealing with this heat?

It's my birthday. Hurrah! Friends, let me know if you want to get together in the moderate, non-riotous fun of 30something birthdays, where we talk about our careers and our knees.

I debated whether to share this poem, but it has been rolling through my head since yesterday. So I'll share it, but with a bit more context than I typically give them. Sometimes you want things to stand by themselves, but maybe not this time.

( Cut for length, mention of death - this may be a bummer )

2-4-1 drinks between 7 and 9 pm this Saturday, for all Ministry employees at the Brass Monkey.

And no, before any of you ask, I'm not getting a muggle karaoke machine. Most of you sing like you need to be put out of your misery.

Right, so here's the thing - is it bad of me that I haven't any allegiance to a specific Quidditch team?

Before everyone leaps on me, I know, I know. The lot of you who are Quidditch fans likely are mad about a specific team and can't understand how someone who likes Quidditch might not have a preference. I understand. And YET -