How Sleep the Brave?

( Private to Roger )

( Private to Tonks )

( Private to Self )

I'm glad I was at the school on Wednesday night and saw the play. It was a very pleasurable respite. A very well done production. Alas, paperwork calls me again.

I am well, now. See? I can even speak and write properly - and form coherent sentences. And look - use words of a higher vocabulary. Ergo, I am going back to work tomorrow.

Am SICK. Cannot move. Head hurts. Coffee doesn't help.

Yes. Coffee doesn't help.

Dawlish is covering for me. Take your complaints elsewhere regarding that decision. For all his faults, he IS a capable Auror, if not around coffee pots. I'll give him that much. And besides, I have to give him SOME credit for covering for all my shifts. Angelina and Marcus, I apologise. Can't be helped. Don't murder him. Or me - unless it's out of mercy.

( Private to Demelza Robins )

( Private to Auriga )

( Private to Tonks )

Last night's patrol was interesting. I still can't believe that new trainee stunned Dawlish from behind for being an obscene drunk. Not that I mind.

Sure you don't want to reconsider your choice on the you-know-what matter, Auriga? If you're ever planning on getting properly drunk again, he'll be out stone cold before you even get tipsy.

Good grief. I'd almost forgotten how scary Auriga can be when she's in one of those moods. She decided to 'drop by' this evening - and let me tell you blokes, never let a woman even begin a rant. Especially if they have a wide vocabulary, and an extremely loud voice when needed.

As it stands, I must dole out work to the youngin's - or suffer a painful loss of all my coffee. Anyone interested in picking up extra work may come see me in my office in the afternoons. And if you do want some, I must remember to list you down for a mental check up. NOTE: Anyone who is an Auror, or an Auror-in-training, that is. Students, you are all, I'm very sure, wonderful people. It's nothing personal. Really.

( Private to Self )

Is that Gilderoy Lockhart posting? Merlin.

And I thought I actually missed the lengthy ramblings of a certain Auriga Sinistra. Alcohol shouldn't loosen people's tounges - it should clamp them shut. Alas and alack - my whims are ignored. Nonetheless, nights out are fabulous. We should have them more often.

I hope you enjoyed your night off, Marcus - this evening, we have a not-so-pleasurable task ahead of us.

Merlin. Dolores Umbridge knows where I am stationed. Which dimwitted fool told her?

You know what I'm in the mood for? Coffee. And brownies. How difficult can it be to find brownies around here? Speaking of which, Patricia is doing an excellent job as a General Assistant (because we agreed that the title Girl Friday was demeaning, just like the Muggles finally worked out not long ago) - but if you want to know if the coffee pot is going to be replaced, I'm afraid I can't answer that for you. It's in Dawlish's court and he seems to like not having the oppurtunity to accidentally break things again.

( Private to Marcus )

( Private to Self )

Before I begin: Happy birthday, Remus. It is you birthday today, right? I didn't double check my calender - just saw red words on a circled square which looked something like the day for today... Yes. I think I'll move on now. Drinks tonight?

( Pivate to Adults )

( Private to Minerva )

... in order to say: I've been invited to dine with the Weasley's again. Merlin, the perks of being in the Order are splendid. Therefore, Dawlish is taking my shift tonight (Sorry, Marcus).

Anyone have any news for me? You'd best spit it out fast - for I am swamped in work.

Here comes the almost big sigh of relief. One mission has been completed with excellent and pleasing results. Another is about to begin. Merlin, I hope like mad that it's just a false alarm. And, please, let there not be any more anxious students with oddly behaving parents.

I'm overworked, and probably insomniac - but, Merlin am I bored today.

( Private )

( Private to Tonks )

( Private to Aurors and Trainees )

( Private to Aurors )

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( Private to Tonks )

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( Private to self )

( Private to Oliver Wood )

I think I may be developing a serious case of neurosis. Or perhaps I haven't had enough coffee today...

I've been working on putting together new schedules for after this double guard season. The next person to come and tell me they don't want to work with Savage or Dawlish can clean the toilets in Hogs Head. I already have a standing arrangement with the owner.

( Private )

Any Aurors desperately needing time off work, I suggest you let me know straight away. I'm putting together a new schedule. Double guard. Sorry, folks.

( Owl for Marcus Flint )

I'm still not entirely sure why, but somehow or the other, whilst up in Hogsmede for drinks with Savage (Dawlish was apparently on duty with a group of new recruits, and according to a certain Angelina Johnson, forgetting to schedule in breathing for the lot of 'em) - this journal got shoved into my hands.

So, I've decided to use it. A dimwitted understatement of the obvious kind, but if it means I get my point across, then so be it.

Nonetheless, my mind is telling me that my body craves a caffine fix, and it's not going to get it here outside the PMs office where I work for the time being, because despite being the appointed government of the country, there is a despicable lack of decent coffee in the building. I daresay, I don't know how the Prime Minister downs the stuff.

Speaking of which, the goddamned man is pestering me to take a vacation. Has he no sense of self-preservation? I know for a fact that he knows my true identity as a wizard and that he also knows that I am there to ensure that no attacks are made on his life. Of course, no attacks have been made on his life - and thus, he has lapsed from edgy to a sense of false security about his personal well-being.

Of course, with work being so dull, a new recruit, as I was telling Johnson, could always be offered the 'oppurtunity' to take my place for a couple of weeks while I help out with the fiasco over at the school and Hogsmede... This is an idea I am seriously beginning to think more about. Perhaps I shall file a request tonight.