Marlene McKinnon will feed you to her plants

( If my life is mine what shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going // I get whatever I need while my blood's still flowing and my heart still beats... )

[Warded to Dorcas]

I need your assistance, if you are available.

[/Dorcas]

[Order]

So. Our good friend Narcy is throwing a "charity event." Do these people ever legit throw straight-up charity events without there being some underlying reason for it?

Well. At least that's what it usually seems like. I think we should check it out, nonetheless, especially if it's open to the public.

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There is nothing like having to work an extra Saturday morning shift to make you appreciate weekends again. Good Merlin, all the crazies come out on the weekends. We also had someone come in and ask if we carry Chia Pets, which was baffling. The pet shop is right down the street. We have plants.

What the fuck, there are two full moons in December?

Working retail makes me hate the holidays.

Rabastan Lestrange should be seen and not heard, and should also have his quills taken away.

True or false?

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So I don't think Rosier's a death eater. Purist, yes, but I'm not sure about the whole running around killing people thing. Charming, and a bit too loose with his money, but probably not a murderer. Then again, only a really stupid person would start babbling about a fondness for murder and torture during their first time at dinner with someone, so no putting that case away yet. And either way, he might be friends with people who ARE, so we'll see.

Ha, Mary. We should double.

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There is a man outside playing the saxophone on the corner, and I am pretty sure someone just dropped half a sandwich into his case as a tip. I'm tempted to get out my dad's trombone and go play with him, except I have no idea what I'm doing.

[Order]

What do we know about the Rosiers? Evvie has suggested drinks and I am curious as to if he could possibly be a good source for information/if I'm setting myself up to get my arse kicked. Or if you think he's just trying to get me to show him what the Manchester Mooncalf Double Scoop is, in which case I will have to kick his arse.

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[Remus]

How're you feeling? Need me to bring you anything? I'll tell McG that it's Order Business.

[/Remus]

I am so bloody excited for Thursday. I hope that someday there is a night dedicated to celebrating something that I did and that it involves bonfires and fireworks too. There is no better day of the year to be a tiny slight bit of a pyromaniac.

I want a cake.

Oh, that reminds me. Kids, while Greta is a good person who makes delicious and uncontaminated food, always have an adult or a prefect check over your brownies before you eat them if you don't know how to yourself. Sometimes bad people poison things for fun and sport because they are jerks.

And be careful because it's the ful Also stay inside tonight and be safe and brush your teeth before bed. Ugh, god. I've become my mother. I need to go flash some old people or steal a motorbike or something.

I have no idea what makes people think that they can just bring their Devil's Snare back the day after Halloween.

1. It says on the receipt that all sales are final.
2. Plants are not toys. They are alive and require continuous care; they're not party decorations.
3. There's a reason we have people sign a waver when they buy the more dangerous plants. I'm sorry your Great Aunt Mildreda almost was suffocated, she shouldn't've pissed off the foliage.

It's like people who think that they can just sell back their black cats once they don't have a purpose for their glorified scenery anymore. Think for a second, people.