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December 23rd, 2006

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I swear to Merlin and all that I hold dear in this world, that whomever has been letting off fireworks for the last four nights in a row in the alleyway near my home will be hunted down and have their eyes taken out with hot pokers and pliers if they attempt to do so again this evening.

Yes, I am fully aware I could cast a silencing spell, but I don't want to. In fact I can't. I'm too busy listening for something else. As a consequence I think that this grants me full license to complain however much I choose to about this.

Should anyone fancy sharing a Yuletide evening with me, you know where to owl me. I can't really leave the flat at present though. I'm worried they'll come for something a tad indisposed.

August 6th, 2006

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I'm giving up on science, I swear.

I bought some of that Merlinade business out of professional curiosity, and now... well, now I don't know what. But I'm being told to tape my mouth up or other such nonsense and I don't really know why. Are they worried we might tell people how sickly sweet and overmixed it all is?

I could teach them a thing or two about potions. And about other things, too.

July 10th, 2006

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I rather enjoyed myself this weekend. Well, alright, listening to Blaise gripe about fighting with Ackerley may not be high on other people's lists of enjoyable activities, but it was refreshing to finally get away from all this doom and gloom business. Yes, Baddock's death was a tragedy, but I can't make myself mourn terribly for a man I did not particularly care for. I'm only sorry for the pain it's bought to Tracey, and I suppose, Blaise, although his is more indirect. I have been trying to cheer people up, but Cynthia just will not stop crying. I made a joke about potions, and it being lucky we didn't require the tears of a virgin, but that didn't seem to go down very well at all. In fact I'm not even sure Blaise laughed at that one.

Oh, Miss Jernigan's gone missing. I hadn't been trapped by her in the corridor for some time, and her blasted cat had started to scratch at my door, so I went to take him back up to her, when I found that the door was open, but no-one was inside. I don't know her flat too well, but it appeared that some objects had been taken which made it easier for me to liberate a few things but none of her clothes. The far window was smashed, too, although that was probably the bloody cat. It's entirely possible that she's finally lost it and taken to roaming the streets, so I've owled her son, who I believe is still alive somewhere, and he can come and fetch her. I've got other things to worry about.

It is odd, though. The window that was broken is directly above the window of my bed chamber. I do hope that it was an accident, and not someone aiming for another room entirely. Because that someone would be in for a nasty surprise should they feel like trying again.

June 27th, 2006

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I suppose I should write about Baddock, shouldn't I? After all, it was as I remarked to Blaise, a poor way to go indeed. But everyone else seems to have covered that as well as I could ever hope to, so I shan't dwell. I don't have the time, for one thing. Everyone seems to be in such a rush to get things done these days, an urgency about them that makes my line of work very demanding indeed. And everyone seems to be terribly interested in what everyone else is up to. I thought we would have got over such suspicion, but perhaps the events of our youth are still too fresh in everyone's minds. Now I sound like Blaise, as if I haven't heard enough of that spiritiual nonsense from his own mouth lately. Not that he's to blame for that, I suppose; he can't switch off the strange sight he has, after all. I think spending time with him and a very upset Cynthia has put me in an odd mood. I think I should leave the house and take some air, and not think about the things I have been hearing about.

I don't know. You have my condolences, Bletchley, even if I do still think you're an idiot.

April 19th, 2006

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Times have been a bit strange of late. My friends have been struck by illness, tragedy, character assassintations in the press, and all I've been is... well, bored - especially after the excitement of a few weeks ago. The biggest difficulty I have had to face since then is dodging Miss Jernigan, who has taken it upon herself to cook for me now that Tracey has gone. She thinks I am incapable of caring for myself and need a woman to do it, although she' so old she barely qualifies as a person anymore, let alone a woman. I honestly have no need of pumpkin pasties at eight in the morning.

I did take a nasty fall yesterday in the cellars, and have been resting, which has made things even more boring for me. I am no use at healing spells whatsoever, and I'd be tempted to see someone to fix my leg if I could summon up the energy to go out. So perhaps I am in need of someone to take care of me after all. As long as it's not Miss Jernigan, I doubt I would object.

I'm supposed to be meeting Blaise for dinner this week, so I suppose I'll have to leave the house at some stage. I have much to discuss with him, and I imagine that we should also congratulate Tracey in a way. Dodger may be her father, but she fared much better when he was not around. The evidence pointing to his guilt is strong I should know, we pla so I don't think he will be around for much longer.

I'm surprised no-one has been outraged about the dead Muggles, or are we not allowed to discuss such 'tasteless' matters? I was somewhat antcipating the bastards who took against Purebloods to be hounding my journal, asking if I was "happy now" or other such mundanities.

March 6th, 2006

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Fucking hell. We were in Sybaris mere hours before that happened... if we had stayed on later, if there had been enough people left to merit a late closing... who knows what might have happened. Disgusting behaviour - a Muggle firebomb hardly shows any class at all. It would have been a poor way to go indeed. And why that place? No harm ever comes to anyone there, it's quite a civilised establishment for all that I gripe and moan about it. Or rather, it was a civilised establishment; I very much doubt it resembles one now. Still, if whoever was responsible had wanted it completely destroyed, no doubt they would have used magic. Ameteurs.

Before Sybaris was unexpectedly closed, Blaise, Tracey and I went for drinks there, and had a little discussion. Blaise also did a reading for me, which was a little uncomfortable for me with Tracey there, as I dislike them at the best of time, but it proved very interesting. I'm now convinced that the course of action we have decided upon is the right one. And we will see it through to the end, too. I must confess I am rather looking forward to it.

Adrian, I received an owl from your people at the Gingerbread Project today. It seems a formal offer is on the cards - would it be possible to meet with you and have a discussion about what would be required of me? Perhaps you can come around to my flat and amaze me with whatever it was you were discussing with Tracey?

February 25th, 2006

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Well, the past few weeks have been quite hectic indeed. I appreciate that reading and visiting shops may not sound hectic to most of you, but hunting out information about curses can be very taxing, I can tell you. Miss Jernigan thinks I'm overworking myself, and seems to be monitoring when I leave and arrive back at the house as she always chastises me about the hours I keep. I wouldn't mind that so much if she didn't say such things about Tracey while she's telling me off. Honestly, I think she's worse than Blaise's mother sometimes.

So, I still have my house guest, and the situation is still as it was when she arrived - we are no closer to breaking the contract or bind, or whatever it may be, and Dodger's 'heartfelt' gifts are not helping the matter any. I've been talking to Dodger regularly, getting him drunk in the hope he'll tell me something useful, but the man's head is addled. He even had the nerve to invite me out with Old Boy to celebrate, he said, the "beautiful union". Absolute fucker Honestly, I don't know how I can bear to be around him sometimes. I'm always wary he will follow me home and try and take Tracey by force somehow, but I doubt he's clever enough or strong enough to manage that. Doesn't stop me worrying about it.

Dodger may not be following me home, but he does keep offering me work. I don't know if this is how he was before he was imprisoned, but he seems to have several projects all at once, every one ineptly organised, and the profits from one gambled away on another. I don't know how he manages. I'm not going to kill for do his dirty work for him, no matter how much money he promises me. I know enough to realise it's an empty promise.

I'm in desperate need of a break. Blaise, would you like to go for a drink some time this week? It's been an age since I've seen you, and I promise not to bend your ear about curses and whatnot.

Also, I should probably talk to Adrian or Millicent. I think the prospect of work at the Gingerbread Project would be very good for me right now, might help to take my mind off things somewhat.

January 25th, 2006

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It's amazing what one can find in cellars, aside from cobwebs and rats and small wooden boxes that turn one's skin blue when touched. I had forgotten about that one.

I've been getting reacquainted with the house these past few weeks. The cellars and the ground floor are mine, the second floor is still rented out to Miss Jernigan, an elderly spinster type who's been living there for as long as I can remember. She's disgustingly old, I'd be surprised if she could even raise a wand anymore. And she's dotty with it too; she's under the impression I am Nott Senior, I think, as she keeps asking me about my lovely wife and son. She was most perplexed when Tracey came to visit last week, kept looking at me disapprovingly in the hall for the next few days whenever our paths crossed. I've tried explaining things to her, but she won't have it. Although I can see Miss Jernigan's point, it would have been very like my father to bring a very attractive witch like Tracey someone back to the flat while his family were elsewhere. I recall he looked most disappointed when he remembered that my mother had made him promise to give me the place when I turned eighteen.

And I had to let myself into her floor after a few days of being back - the constant shuffling around on the floors and the racket her elf was making was absurd. A quick silencing charm soon put paid to that, thank Merlin. But the smell! I don't know what she's brewing up there, but I don't like it one bit. Knowing her, it's probably just something for bunions, to be honest, but it reeks. I shan't be going back up there unless I absolutely have to.

So aside from returning my skin to it's natural colour, and drinking my way through the wine cellar, I have been relatively sedentary of late. There's the odd job for Tracey, of course, but things are oddly quiet at present. I'm not sure why, but that unnerves me.

Which is why I ended up visiting Dodger. Boredom drove me to it, I suppose, and I'm still not sure what he wants from me, but he's a useful man to know in some ways. He keeps talking about me doing some work for him, but I'd never be sure if he could pay me, or if it was a set up. At least he's stopped talking about me marrying his daughter, at any rate. That was beginning to be tiresome. Still, it was nice to see his mother, Tracey's grandmother, as I don't have much call to be at the house any more, especially now that Tracey has her own offices.

Blaise, are you ever going to come around and test this piano? I want to know if it's worth selling, or if you want it, as I certainly don't. It's not doing much just sitting there in the parlour, at any rate.

January 3rd, 2006

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Well, it appears that my festive season was much more successful than many of yours. We, as in Tracey and I, escaped from the country and had a marvellous, if sedate time. It feels even more hectic in London now that I am back, especially seeing as Dodger, Tracey's father is also back, having been released from Azkaban. After serving his time, I might add, so there is no need for any of this protest nonsense to start here.

He is an interesting man, if not a little out of touch with the world these days. He pulled me into the drawing room for a "man to man" talk as soon as we arrived back; I didn't even have a chance to unpack. Unsurprisingly, he seemed to be most interested in my recent windfall, and the current status of my father. Apparently it made quite the stir when I took legal proceedings against him. Anyway... Dodger seems brimming with ideas and schemes, and it will be interesting to see if any of them take off. Except for the one where he wants me to marry his daughter I'm not sure, there's something rather... low-level about the man; I mean, honestly, it was as plain as day that he wanted me to invest, which I have no intention of doing. Sorry, Tracey, I don't mean to be offensive, but well, I am.

Because he makes me feel uncomfortableBecause there is an extra body in the Davis household now, and because there is no real need for me to be there anymore, next week I shall be calling on my family legal people, Messrs Stringer and Winn, to collect the deeds, and indeed the keys, to my old flat. Oh, how it will be good to be back there again. I suppose I'll have to fetch the sodding house elf down from Penrith, but it will be worth the hassle to have that place back where it belongs. In my name, and in my hands. I may even spring for a housewarming party, crack open some of the wine I bought back with me. I may just drink it all myself.

December 16th, 2005

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I've done it.

I've actually fucking done it.

He's insane, and I am soon to be very wealthy indeed. Suddenly, Christmas looks quite appealing.
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