I finished those potions already and I nee
I need to interview some illicit potion makers for a question in the column. Strictly off the record, of course. Don't suppose you know any?
I need to interview some illicit potion makers for a question in my column. Strictly off the record, of course. You seem like the kind of girl who knows who makes the good stuff.
I need a little something.
The DMLE just all but ransacked my house
and now it is so empty and I can't. I'd like to stay somewhere else.
I know you've got bigger, more important things going on right now... but is there any chance I can complain about my stupid personal life?
I was just discussing the importance of multiple orgasms with Susan and it got me wondering if you were busy tonight....
Fuck fuck shit goddamnit my fucking head.
I can't believe I shagged Michael under the Blue Moon. What if that shit is actually true- Don't be stupid, Hannah
But what if
I need you to come get a hangover potion out of my bathroom cabinet for me.
Oi. Radford. I need a word.
Happy birthday, Sal. We love you.
Are you up toWould you like to do something tonight? I So, Blaise and I UmHow was your night with Grandpa Radford?
What are we doing to celebrate the births of Suse and Megs, hmm?
Should we talk about--
Happy Birthday. I know it is stupid to write this because you can't see it, but I need to get this out somewhere so just bear with me, J, okay? It's been four years since the last birthday
you hadwe spent together. We were so stupid then, do you remember? We made loveshagged and talked about NEWTs and the future and then the Muggle-Born Registration Act came and you were just... gone. I don't know how I would have made it through that year without hoping to see you again. But sometimes I wish I hadn't hoped so hard because I think I might have used all of it up, waiting for you.
Every single day I expect to miss you a little bit less, but I don't. I wake up and have to remember all over again that you're gone and I can't bring you back. I can't fix this. It doesn't hurt less. It hurts more.
I love you.
I'm going to be raising a glass tonight if any of you want to join me.
Please. I don't want to drink alone.
Merlin, Suse! I'm so sorry. I thought someone was following me when I was on my way back from work last night and I got sort of freaked out and Apparated to Dad's place. I meant to let you know but my journal was at home and, obviously, Dad doesn't have an owl or a Floo or anything and then... it just slipped my mind. I'm sorry. I'm total rubbish.