Chase

Ho hum winter, ho hum cold weather, gee golly it's almost November and Halloween and wow would you look at the time. I've worked late every day this week and I honestly couldn't care less what day of the week OR year it is. I love how they don't tell you in training JUST how much of your day is going to be consumed by paperwork and reading reports and sitting in an office pretending to care what Scrimgeour is saying listening to the Department Head discuss very important details of the day.

Personally, I'm glad to see winter here. Not that Aurors get snow days, and with my luck there'll be a Big Emergency on Christmas Day and my father will be in one of his moods and Beth will leave Christmas dinner early to go be with other little pest sisters and I'll be stuck with him and trying to explain that I really do have to leave for work, no I'm not making it up just to get out of there, and thank bleeding Merlin he doesn't have a journal of his own.

Furthermore, dishes are piling up in the sink like nobody's business and I took dish duty twice already this week so I KNOW it isn't my turn and Williamson's out and that leaves the girls and funny, but I can't remember the last time I saw either of them actually cleaning the kitchen SO. Come to think of it, I barely see ONE of them at all-- Either way, I'm not doing it, they can take over the kitchen for all I care.

So what exactly does a High Inquisitor do, anyway?

( Hexed Private )

( Hexed to Tonks )

Oh, and Weasley? For the record, don't try and bury those puke plants. Not in Hyde Park, at least. The muggle police don't seem to appreciate it. I think I may have to burn the bloody thing. Not that I think there's a way to trace it back to me, but Merlin knows I don't need to lose my job over the Statute of Secrecy.

WEASLEY! Older Weasley, that is. Is this plant cutting thing supposed to be growing? And potentially taking over the flat? And possibly leaving no room in the kitchen to actually, I don't know, cook or eat?

WEASLEY as in Weasley the younger? Is your birthday supposed to go by without drinks? Get me out of this kitchen, now. We can celebrate that promotion finally and you getting older (and none too late, either).

TONKS! Is my girlfriend supposed to come home sometime I don't know, ever? Instead of letting me sit here thinking she's going to when she isn't and leading me to believe she's either gradually dumping me or cheating on me or both?

PEOPLE! In general. As in, you lot reading this. Entertain me. It seems I have extra time on my hands, at least until there's a response to number 2 on this list.

It'll never cease to amaze me the things muggles can do without magic. I mean, all this time I've thought how awful it must be to live without Quidditch. You can't fly if you're a muggle, so obviously, you're not going to play the game. But apparently, they've this other game entirely. Apparently it's nearly as violent as Quidditch, only there's no bludgers or anything. It's not some ponce sport, either, like the one with all the padding. Apparently you just run around banging into each other all the time and you could die playing it. I don't even remember the last time someone died playing Quidditch, though I do remember my second year, someone disappeared for almost a week. I guess being a muggle isn't all bad. Besides, dusting is more fun that wa

Furthermore, if I hear one more word about Potter or Dumbledore, I'm likely to scream. It was funny the first three times. Now it's just bloody irritating. Makes me miss the shite Skeeter used to write. Whatever happened to her?

( Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world )