| posted in the early hours of Thursday, January 24th |
[23 Jan 2008|10:03pm] |
So! How was everyone's evening? Hope it was brill.
As ever, mine was of course a festival of merriment and insanity. Filled with beautiful women with no morals, loads of alcohol, drugs upon drugs - and really, the part about the beautiful, loose women bears repeating. Multiple partners! Bandying about with women who are not my girlfriend! Running my mouth off to reporters about internal matters! That is what I, James C. Potter, am all about. Nothing but a good time.
If you will excuse me, though, I'm meant to be at work, because if that gets me overtired and strained, then it just means I can head out for one more fantastically debauched evening.
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[22 Jan 2008|06:44am] |
( Private to the Men of the Order )
Jerzyckowski hugged me this morning. Apparently someone did not get the memo that Hug An Auror Day was not supposed to be a thing within the Auror department.
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[19 Jan 2008|04:22pm] |
ow ow ow ow
the last time my head hurt this much it was new year's eve and that was evans's fault anyway
ow.
[Messily charmed private to Remus, very easy charm to break]
moony i will sell you both my soul and my firstborn child if you procure chips and one of those muggle burgery things for me right now, with the meat and the cheese and the grease.
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[17 Jan 2008|04:53pm] |
( private to self )
( Private to Alice Longbottom )
( Private to Emmeline Vance )
( Private to Marauders )
My bedroom in the Hovel is now sparklingly clean, on account of how when Lily threatens to withhold dinner, it's even more terrifying than the senior members of the Auror department when they get into a strop. (Sorry, Frank. She's scarier than you are.) They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I think being a bossy redhead also helps.
It is sort of interesting to be able to see the floor, though. I entirely forgot that the carpet was blue.
Though with the hours I've been keeping at the office this week, I'm likely to forget that again as well. Sirius? Remus? What do you lads look like? I can hardly recall.
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[13 Jan 2008|10:13pm] |
I would just like to say that when Certain People go out and bring delicious Indian takeaway back to their flat for their mates - after an incredibly long, incredibly grueling day of Auror training, where Certain People were tested both body and mind, and pushed to the very limits of endurance, and did not get to see their very lovely girlfriend for lunch as they were bogged down with paperwork - when Certain People go through all that in one day, and still bring home aforementioned delicious Indian takeaway with extra naan?
Their flatmates should not say "If you would actually do the dishes when it's your turn for once, you would not have to try and stay on my good side by constantly bringing home dinner."
I'm just mentioning it as a point of interest.
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