[Alicia]
Please tell me that if you're drowning your feelings, you are at least also eating them.

Do you need food? Other than takeout, because that a go-to, but sometimes something a bit heartier is needed, too.
[/Alicia]

I like it better when gossip happens with cameras I can jump in front of.

[added after reading the Prophet article] Also, fuck locker searches. But I am disappointed in Dogshank.

You know what's awful? Hangovers are awful. Hangovers are even more awful when you haven't even drunk anything to make the hangover worthwhile and it's been bloody days.

And no, it's not because it's 'that time of the month.' That was Sunday evening into Monday. Look at a damn calendar.

Looks like the circus has come to town.

[Friends (honestly, if you think they're friends just assume yes)]

So. Anyone else get the golden ticket to St. Mungo's tomorrow, or am I the only lucky one?

[/Friends]

I understand that there are many people who are upset with the new pre- and post-game policies instituted on behalf of health and safety. I understand that there might be frustration and the Quidditch Commission is an easy target. However, whatever issue you may take with me an my office should not be taken out on my assistant or our office intern.

Thankfully, most of the damage was contained to my private office, but I unfortunately had to send both of them home for the day because they were covered in a potent mixture of Bulbadox powder, stinksap, and Ever-Changing ink. Meanwhile, I am cleaning up the damage caused by our mysterious benefactor who was no doubt inspired by recent events at Witch Weekly.

Suppose I shouldn't be surprised, that it's coming this.

Harpies

Just so you're aware, I've been called in for random drug testing tomorrow. Of course this won't be an issue, but in case any rumors start or anyone asks anything about it, you know how to handle it.