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[Aug. 9th, 2007|09:06 am] |
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My earlier assumption that the summer would be cause for well-deserved relaxation, and that there would be time enough to do so, was obviously very wrong. Raithen's mother has been sending owls with pile ofter pile of magazines, letters, and other such nonsense. Raithen I see rarely thanks to work, and Lucius...
About Lucius....
[Private to Potter]
Mr. Potter,
I supsected that you might find the event I am about to relate to be of some interest, in regards to our previous conversation.
I visited Lucius Malfoy not long after we spoke, in order to better understand a comment which was made: it seems to be a shared opinion between Lucius and Miss Weasley that I was, indeed, at Hogwarts instead of lying in the infirmary at Azkaban. However, when I arrived to speak to him, he was closely watched by the two aurors assigned to guard him, and the moment I mentioned my own involvement in the war and the discussion I had with you, I was quickly siezed by the arm and directed to leave.
If I didn't suspect before that there has been some foul work in this matter, I do now.
- S. Snape |
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[Jul. 24th, 2007|12:19 am] |
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What the hell is going on? |
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[Jul. 13th, 2007|09:39 pm] |
It would seem graduation is upon us. The last Hogsmeade group was more raucous than usual, and I have hardly seen anything of Raithen as of the past week.
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I am counting down the days to a summer of quiet. |
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| Locked Against Students, Employees, and Raithen Cain |
[Jun. 27th, 2007|12:15 pm] |
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Why, exactly, should I care whether we have this wedding in a bus station or in her parent's "garden"?
So she charges me with the task of finding an appropriate location.
I'd rather swallow whole leeches. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2007|01:23 am] |
To Lucius Malfoy
Malfoy Estate
L.,
We are unsure as to whether the vampire was sired by the same rogue causing the trouble documented in that clipping; however, that is our suspicion. I would prefer not to include anything else on the matter in a letter - it is likely that your mail is being intercepted and read, and I should be displeased to find that information of a sensitive nature has found its way into the wrong hands.
I am, indeed, living with someone: my wife. Or wife-to-be, in any event.
I'm afraid I haven't the time to write more - the break-in has been wearing my staff thin, and there is still more paperwork to be filed than I can conceive of in my worst nightmares.
- S.
[Bottom half of letter charmed to be invisible:]
Heard anything on the subject of Fenrir Greyback during your little Ministry-funded vacation? Use old spell to hide information; Ministry corruption still a problem. Aurory reading your outgoing letters. |
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[May. 7th, 2007|11:04 am] |
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Private
Work has fallen into a rut, and oddly enough, being a social pariah is less exciting than one would think. It doesn't mean people send you letters with the wording clipped from magazines. It doesn't mean people cross the street to avoid you. No, it means nothing happens. No one contacts you to speak at symposiums. No one comes to you for idle conversation. Invitations to Ministry dinners and other such events are "lost" by the owl.
I think the most exciting thing that happened today was that Boyd managed to behave like a normal employee.
My life has become absolutely...dull.
Thank God.
I could use the quiet.
I still have that damn ring in my pocket, though...
Public
Wanted: Shop Clerk.
Apply at Apothecary.
No intelligence required. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|12:38 pm] |
...Shit.
Later:
I left that bloody entry public.
And I suspect that may have had something to do with the reason Raithen didn't come home that night; she's been rather withdrawn, and I haven't had any idea why - I haven't had time to use this laptop since.
The ring arrived this morning; I had to have it made to specifications - the jeweler was trying to pass off some shoddy work for an original piece. This one, however, is flawless - as it should be, considering the cost.
I honestly don't know how to give it to her; I suspect just handing it over will make things worse.
Also, I managed to schedule a meeting with Boyd's mother via owl - oddly enough, it took her less than an hour to reply to my missive. Does she have nothing better to do? I intend to sit down with her privately and discuss the boy, and then have a chat with both of them together. I would have preferred to speak with Boyd Sr., but, according to Mrs. Boyd, he is "very busy, very busy, indeed."
Public
Miss Parkinson,
Mr. Summerby will be in this afternoon to pick up his order. Be sure to physically help him around the shop - his eyesight is poor, and I don't want him to crash in to anything.
- S. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2007|08:58 pm] |
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I've "retired" from teaching, and yet, somehow, I am still handing out detentions.
( Cut for length. ) |
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[Sep. 17th, 2006|11:50 am] |
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When: Sunday Morning
Where: Apothecary
Who: Snape, Cain, Open
Status: Incomplete
( A productive morning. ) |
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| Note to Boyd and Parkinson |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|12:58 pm] |
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Miss Parkinson and Mr. Boyd,
I will be away for the majority of the day.
This afternoon, there will be a large shipment coming in from Brazil. The following is the Inventory slip; check it against the incoming package. If the order is complete, sign for it and shelve the products. If there are items missing, inform the carrier of the problem, and floo me at Spinner's End.
3 Jars Pirahna (Preserved)
5 Pkgs Catuaba Leaves (Dried)
4 Pkgs Pilocarpus jaborandi Leaves (Preserved)
51 kg Dry Extract Guarana (Powdered)
51 kg Dry Extract Muira Puama (Powdered)
5 Pkgs Acerola leaves (Dried)
2 Jars Acerola fruit (Preserved)
3 Pkgs Theobroma cacao leaves (Dried)
1 Jar Theobroma cacao beans (Dried)
5 Jars Spilanthes acmella Flower (Preserved)
3 Jars Short-Horned Grasshopper (Preserved)
3 Jars Short-Horned Grasshopper (Live, In stasis)
4 Jars Batus barbicornis (Crushed)
4 Jars Batus barbicornis Eyes (Preserved - Stasis -)
Do NOT remove any stasis charms, eat the cocoa beans, or release the grasshoppers. Just put the stock on the shelves and leave it alone.
Also -
[ Private to Miss Parkinson ]
Miss Parkinson, there will be a P.M. stopping by to pick up an order sometime today. His name is Vincent Abernathy, and he has already paid. You are to treat this particular customer with absolute respect; give him the package on my desk. Do not allow Mr. Boyd to handle this.
In fact, send Boyd out for lunch when Mr. Abernathy gets there. |
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| Locked to Cain |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
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Before I do this, I would like to take this opportunity to point out to the people who will most definitely NOT be reading this that Raithen talked me in to it, and that I am performing this utterly USELESS task under duress.
( Long, asinine quiz. ) |
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| Locked Against Boyd |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|07:50 pm] |
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Cats can sense evil. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2006|07:54 pm] |
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I managed to lose another "valued" employee today. I daresay that's the second one since the shop opened two weeks ago.
I never mentioned the first one - he was a complete idiot. Constantly late, always citing the most asinine reasons. My dog died. My mother needed help with a potion. My aunt had a baby. Psh. If the boy even had an aunt, I'll eat Pablo the owl.
I sacked him after six days, right after he bowled over one of my cauldrons while relating the most absurd excuse for tardiness I've ever heard.
Hufflepuff first years could have pulled a better excuse out of their collective asses.
The second one - who quit today - was simply incompetant. Couldn't do a damned thing right. Constantly shattering this, tripping over that. One of those prepubescent imbeciles that thinks the world revolves around acne and sex.
I probably overreacted when he asked for a raise - threw a few jars at him as he ran out.
No matter. I'll dock his final wages to replace the lost ingredients.
Miss Parkinson is due to start her apprenticeship tomorrow. Let us hope she manages to change the status quo.
Incidentally, I am hiring a new shop clerk. Wages are three galleons an hour base rate, plus specified commission. Monday through Friday, flexible hours if the applicant is a Hogwarts student. I am not available after eight o'clock PM.
Idiots need not apply. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2006|11:13 pm] |
How bloody long does it take to remove a decaying vampire's corpse from my blasted living room? Of all the incorrigable idiocy that comes from that hall of degenerated, inbred gobshites. They only just finished the investigation. How difficult is it to simply pick up the corpse, remove it to the Ministry, pay your apologies, and leave?
I swear, if I never see a Ministry official darken my door again, it'll be too soon.
[ Private ]
Raithen and I are, apparently, on better terms once more. Although I received a rather intriguing missive this afternoon from her mother. I was quite unaware that ghosts could actually send owls. One would expect such a surprising occurance would be accompanied by something other than a letter that bored me to tears.
Who cares about the size of the wedding cake? The flavor? The bloody colour, I ask you!? I loathe cake! Why would I be interested? And isn't the wedding gown something she ought to discuss with her daughter? I won't be wearing it, for Merlin's sake.
Of course, Raithen might not be wearing it, either. Perhaps that's the reason behind asking my opinion. I expect Matron Cain thinks Ii'll be able to talk Raithen in to doing something she has no wish to do.
That's worth a laugh or two.
I'm in for a merry hell. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2006|01:22 am] |
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I really oughtn't have said that.
But it's her fault.
Bloody deceitful, lying, conniving
Where did I put that bottle of scotch, anyway?
Shit. Think I left it at home. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2006|10:35 pm] |
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I've managed to get quite a bit of work done with the building since last Wednesday. The plumbing has been fixed, thank you Raithen, and I've managed to rid myself of a potted plant in the upstairs kitchen that apparently fell victim to a sticking charm.
If that idiot, Black, only knew that I had a solution to dissolve the charm on his mother's portrait in my private stores the entire time
Minerva sent word by owl, congratulating me and essentially giving me a guarantee of her patronage. She mentioned Albus's portrait wishes to speak to me but I
[Private]
I've relocated a few of my belongings to the upstairs apartment of my shop, but I can't manage to sleep there, though not for lack of trying. Whenever I'm alone in the place, I have the most damnable suspicion that I'm not alone - though I know I am. I've searched the bloody building from the rafters to the basement floorboards, and there's nothing. Boggarts, doxies, bats, Fudge...nothing.
Not even rats.
I'm warding the entrance tonight.
And possibly the door to my bedroom.
[Private to Cain]
If you're coming over, mind the wards. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2006|04:10 pm] |
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BLOODY CAT, I'M GOING TO SKIN IT BEFORE RAITHEN GETS IT!
And then I'm going to kill that woman.
I bought her a very nice Christmas Gift. Really. I wouldn't mind receiving one myself. But no, that's not good enough. Zabini asked me if I'd bought her the CAT she wanted.
Of course, after lecturing him for fifteen minutes on getting into my business, inferring that I was buying her something in the first place, and for being out past curfew...I asked after the cat.
It's a Maine Coon kitten, and I saw the mother. Bloody bastard was bigger than Hagrid's head.
So now I have this mewling irritation - which will one day grow to be a complete monster - wandering about my office. Poor Smudge is going off her head, and I have to keep getting up to stop her attacking the cat.
It's knocking things over. The damned thing just jumped up on my work table and broke a vial, the contents of which I have no time to analyse because I had to clean its paws before it started licking itself.
I have to get it to her and out of my room. Now.
Did she have any notion how expensive the little shit was?
Christmas is a racket.
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I met her parents. My god, they're just as crazy as she is. No wonder the poor woman hasn't married. Who wants in-laws that will never go away? Ghosts, both of them. And the house elves hardly listen to Cain. I almost feel sorry for her...but then again, I had to spend an entire weekend with the three of them, so she deserves whatever headaches they give her.
( Prod on the Net - Locked ) |
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| To the Slytherins |
[Dec. 12th, 2005|09:29 am] |
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As I will not see most of you before the sixteenth, I'd best get this over with.
Those of you who wish to stay on at Hogwarts during the Christmas holidays must please sign your name on the list in your common room. Also, please remember that, although classesout during the Holidays, the code of conduct still applies, as does the curfew.
Mr. Zabini, I do hope you're paying attention.
In any event, to those of you who will not be staying on, have a safe holiday.
- Professor Snape |
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