I feel as though I'm forgetting something important.

!!!!!

I was reading Witch Weekly today and I saw an article saying Owl Express are going to do a reunion tour.

CHO WE HAVE TO GO! I DON'T EVEN CARE HOW EXPENSIVE TICKETS ARE!!!!

Does anyone here have extra Sleakeazy's? And/or is exceptionally good at braiding? Preferably good enough at braiding that I can keep my hair like that all summer or at least until this humidity abates. I look like a toy poodle.

Also, did anyone figure out whose clothes those were that were strung up all over the place Friday?

( Private to Stephen )

I hope I didn't miss too much fun and excitement at the pool party last night.

It's been rather a slow week at work this week - especially today considering the weekend. So with no fieldwork and only paper filing to keep me busy, I decided to write an epic poem of Euterpe's Corner's mutant sock.

Unfortunately, while epic poems are best written as sonnets or rhyming or something, the only type of poetry I'm halfway decent at is haiku. It's still a bit fictionalised, because epic poetry, haiku or not, needs to have a certain tone.

( Haiku )

...Is anyone missing a sock that might have been left in the laundry room quite some time ago?

Er...because it's really disgusting. And I think it's alive.

Muggle-born Appreciation Day is always a lark. Yesterday the DMLE threw a bit of a party in the way of providing us with lunch and dessert to celebrate the Muggle-borns on our staff - although I'm slightly cross that whoever purchased the ice cream only bought vanilla. Mum always said

I don't suppose anyone has any fizzing whizzbee dream, do they? I've had a craving, but the grocers is all out. I could trade for some triple fudge shock or melonberry blast.

It's ridiculous
the sorts of people they let
move in the building.

( Private to Megan Jones )

Massive spring showers
Raining constantly it seems
Where are the flowers?

( Private )

I...want to say thank you. To everyone - for all your kind words and gestures. Thank you.

( Private to Cho )

When I was seventeen a bad thing happened that I don't remember. What I do remember was that I spent all of Easter hols at St Mungo's completely miserable. None of the Healers believed me when I said I didn't remember what happened, and said they really needed to know exactly what happened to uncurse me. And I don't think Mum believed me, either. I think she thought I was just refusing to talk because I was so embarrassed and she had been under a lot of pressure at work.

And I remember I was just so miserable and I thought I would never be happy again and I was dreading going back to school because it seemed like everyone hated me.

And then on the very last day before I was set to check out and go back the next morning, Mum came in to see me. And she brought triple fudge mint ice cream and my Owl Express album to play and wizarding Scrabble and Embraces With Emperors. And she read to me and we poked fun at all the cheesy and historically inaccurate bits of the book, and played about seven games of Scrabble, and she even danced with me to "Dissendium of Hearts" even though Mum was never a huge Owl Express fan.

That was the happiest day I had that entire spring.

And I can't remember if I ever told her how much it meant to me.

Oh Merlin

I don't know what that Mediwizard was on about regarding inappropriate comments. Just because Mum's barely hanging on doesn't give me immunity from noticing someone being fit and remarking on it.

I could really use some male company, though. All the Healers in the long term ward here are either old, stuffy, or both.

( Warded to Cho )

I've been staring at this evidence I'm supposed to be writing a report on for over an hour and I can't remember what colour it is and I can't focus enough to meditate.

I don't want to be here.

Oh Merlin, not again.

Morag and Blaise, I don't know when I'll be home, but it probably won't be tonight.

I think all that age shifting business may have messed with my memory some.

I just realised that not only did I forget my lunch, I forgot to put on stockings and this morning.