The Last Station

Putain de merde, but I will strangle that Rita Skeeter. I will write a letter to Minister Shacklebolt himself and have her charged with libel! That anyone should put it in the newspaper that I am having affairs with married men! I am only interested in one married man, and that is my husband! C’est vraiment des conneries! And if I find out who is the person who has being saying this about me to Rita Skeeter? They will learn why the anger of the Veela is to be feared!

( The Daily Prophet: Hogsmeade Project Hides Sinister Intentions )

In the interest of reassuring any tenants who may be concerned about their residence at 22 High Street, please rest assured that the building was purchased and licensed to me through the proper processes, with my own personal funds. In addition, if you've questions about my business, I'd be happy to meet you to discuss. Perhaps at the DMLE"s offices, so you know that I've nothing to hide?

On a lighter note, as a follow-up to the note that my tenants received a week ago, we will be doing construction on the front courtyard the weekend of April 25-27. If you are a resident of 22 High Street or plan to have guests visiting your flat, please plan for direct Apparition into and out of your flat during this time period.

The owl brings with it this unsigned note, though Serena made no attempt to disguise her handwriting.

Even though what they said is true I don't know how to speak to you

The Prophet's always been rubbish.

I should really stop reading the Daily Prophet. Even though I don't have a subscription, there is always a copy laying around in the staff room. It's upsetting to find out that Rita Skeeter is probably even worse than she was all those years ago.

I happen to like living in this village the way it is.

[Warded to Susan]
How are you doing, love?

[Warded to Alicia]
I'm pulling a double shift tonight. Will you be around tomorrow for some 'let's stay awake' dancing?

(The owl carries half a dozen Cheer cupcakes from Foxglove and the following note.)

Rita Skeeter is an utter twat, El. Don't think for a moment that anyone believes her shite.

Adrian

Eloise,

They say people don't try to take you down unless you're doing something right. I happen to agree. So fuck Rita Skeeter and don't let that disgusting cow make you feel like shit because she needed a story. She wouldn't know proper business practices if they sat on her face.

That being said, if you need some friendly business advice during this trying time, you know where to find me.

Yours in solidarity,
Blaise

Well, the cat o' nine tails is out of the bag. So to speak. You Hogsmeade types sure are kinky, but you could stand to tip a bit more. Especially you, Bole. Edgeplay and mummification are a standard 30%. Good thing I don't just rely on my pretty face and perky tits to make a living!

And for those of you gossips who don't know a thing about the community? There's more consensualism in a single cuff or flog than there is in your Saturday shag's whole body. It's sex. I have it. Deal with it.

Warded to Lucian Bole
You can shove Noctis and your representation contract up your arse. Angie was right. I don't work with clients who gossip about my personal choices to the press anymore.

Who: Lucian + Open (Slytherins, Hydras teammates, shags)
What: Party
When: Tonight at 9pm on
Where: Noctis in London
Rating: NSFW (it's Lucian. It's bound to be.)
Status: Ongoing

Nine o'clock was early for Lucian, but he knew he was friends with people who would be dozing off around the 10pm mark, so he gave in and allotted them an hour to participate. Any earlier, however, and he would need to include proper food and turn the affair into a dinner party, which he was not interested in.

Noctis was a wizarding establishment located in the heart of London, an abandoned-looking, boarded up shack in the middle of bright neon lights and the loud music of Muggle nightclubs, that caters only to wizarding clientele, run by an old family friend of the Boles. Half the club was allocated for Lucian's party, the dance floor full of scantily clad women and a handful of equally good-looking men. There were appetizers and small snacks, of course, but Lucian had made sure the bar was open for everyone.

sent in the early morning, just after the Daily Prophet's delivery

Kate,

Rita Skeeter is such a harpy, and the Prophet useful for little more than fish wrap. I'm coming over early today so we can figure out how-- and if-- we want to address these ridiculous accusations. Feels like a day for cocktails at brunch, don't you think?

Angie

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Terry,

Rise and shine, cousin of mine. I need you to head over to Katie's so we can talk about the 'article' in today's edition of the Prophet.

Angie

Draco,

Couldn't get you alone for long enough last night, but I found a journal at the shop after the Hogsmeade weekend. Haven't been able to crack it open so it's quite useless to me. Must be one of the school brats' diary. Maybe you can open it? Or return it, if you're feeling obligated.

- Pansy

Just saw that piece of rubbish in the Prophet, and I'm hoping that the outfall won't be too severe.

You alright, love?

I know this isn't the best of timing, but I've been saddled with a nightshift tonight, and have to go back into work at midnight. Should I take Isla to mum's or will you be alright with being alone with her?