Your lips move but I can't hear what youre sayin'
When I was a child I had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons
09 April 2012 @ 10:11 am
Character Biography
08 April 2012 @ 10:21 am
Other Stuff
15 February 2012 @ 06:25 pm
017.
17 March 2011 @ 03:46 pm
016.
The office of Cornfoot & Trimble will be taking on a new select group of individuals as paralegals and interns. You'll find the list of requirements and address to which you may submit your resumes in our ad in Friday's edition of the Daily Prophet
Current Mood: annoyed
25 October 2010 @ 01:25 pm
015.
MALCOLM BROWN
My wand has slithered away underneath the front room lounge. Again.
Fix it.
My wand has slithered away underneath the front room lounge. Again.
Fix it.
Current Mood: annoyed
04 July 2010 @ 12:54 am
014.
peace - (pees) n.
1. The absence of war or other hostilities.
2. An agreement or a treaty to end hostilities.
3. Freedom from quarrels and disagreement; harmonious relations.
4. Public security and order.
5. Inner contentment; serenity.
That certainly turned out well.
1. The absence of war or other hostilities.
2. An agreement or a treaty to end hostilities.
3. Freedom from quarrels and disagreement; harmonious relations.
4. Public security and order.
5. Inner contentment; serenity.
That certainly turned out well.
Current Mood: blank
24 December 2009 @ 07:34 pm
013.
My son just socked good ol' St. Nick in the nose. I have never been more proud.
Current Mood: amused
27 November 2009 @ 10:53 pm
012.
14 August 2009 @ 04:29 am
011.
Oh look, it's Friday. Let's not have a repeat of the last one. I'll even say "please."
Current Mood: sore
04 August 2009 @ 11:21 am
010.
After the long, tiresome, and headache-inducing interview and job shadowing process -- our interns have been selected.
Congratulations are in order for Bess Zeller and Phoebe Smethwyck, the new interns in defense law at Cornfoot & Trimble. You will be receiving owls from the firm with more information on your assignments.
Now, it so happens that I suddenly find myself in the need of a new legal secretary. I wish to fill this position immediately. Those who are faint of heart and those who possess less than or equal to average intelligence need not apply.
Congratulations are in order for Bess Zeller and Phoebe Smethwyck, the new interns in defense law at Cornfoot & Trimble. You will be receiving owls from the firm with more information on your assignments.
Now, it so happens that I suddenly find myself in the need of a new legal secretary. I wish to fill this position immediately. Those who are faint of heart and those who possess less than or equal to average intelligence need not apply.
Current Mood: indifferent
22 July 2009 @ 07:54 am
009.
The rapidly increasing number of clients and the general level of chaos in this office has forced my superior's hand. The office of Cornfoot & Trimble will be taking on a new select group of individuals as paralegals and interns. You'll find the list of requirements and address to which you may submit your resumes in our ad in Thursday's edition of the Daily Prophet.
Current Mood: annoyed
02 November 2008 @ 01:21 am
008.
[Warded from Aland Avery and Vivica Sloan]
Bugger all.
Large estate disbursements always pan out fabulously.
Bugger all.
Large estate disbursements always pan out fabulously.
27 October 2008 @ 09:50 pm
007.
Ah, Halloween. It never fails to impress. I believe I could draft council documents for misuse of magic claims in my sleep by now. It's the defense attorney's proverbial Christmas.
Which means you are about to be buried in filing work, Bess. Have your sorting and binding charms at the ready.
Last week my son was dead set on dressing himself in the likeness of the Youngest Brother along with an "invisibility" cloak. Now he wants a dragon costume which is entirely random from my perspective. Though I suspect that one of the children from his party had something to do with his mind being swayed.
Thank you to those who came. Terry is rather enjoying his new toys and his father is glad that it was the least eventful of his son's birthdays thus far. No crayons in the oven or cake icing on the ceiling this year. Prying him away from the new toys on Monday morning was the difficult part. Curse whoever gave him the toy broomstick.
Dad is going for a much deserved drink without paperwork and the fussy child refusing bed once the babysitter arrives.
( Hexed to Malcolm )
Which means you are about to be buried in filing work, Bess. Have your sorting and binding charms at the ready.
Last week my son was dead set on dressing himself in the likeness of the Youngest Brother along with an "invisibility" cloak. Now he wants a dragon costume which is entirely random from my perspective. Though I suspect that one of the children from his party had something to do with his mind being swayed.
Thank you to those who came. Terry is rather enjoying his new toys and his father is glad that it was the least eventful of his son's birthdays thus far. No crayons in the oven or cake icing on the ceiling this year. Prying him away from the new toys on Monday morning was the difficult part. Curse whoever gave him the toy broomstick.
Dad is going for a much deserved drink without paperwork and the fussy child refusing bed once the babysitter arrives.
( Hexed to Malcolm )
Current Mood: meh.
19 October 2008 @ 09:47 am
006.
My son has turned my wand into a serpent--a skinny greenish-brown one.
I'm pondering the significance of his choice (on a vast number of levels) and how the bloody fuck I'm going to transform a snake into a wand without a bloody wand.
On a related note--MALCOLM ELLERY BROWN, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING MY SON?
I'm pondering the significance of his choice (on a vast number of levels) and how the bloody fuck I'm going to transform a snake into a wand without a bloody wand.
On a related note--MALCOLM ELLERY BROWN, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING MY SON?
Current Mood: perplexed
08 October 2008 @ 11:03 pm
005.
Trust the Ministry to be controlling bastards. Trust the not-so-adoring wizard public to be prompt with their rebuttal.
My desk may or may not have just collapsed under the weight of a ridiculous number of case files. The vast majority are less than a week old. All of them are now strewn about the floor. It looks like somebody shook the bloody snow globe.
I need a secretary.
My desk may or may not have just collapsed under the weight of a ridiculous number of case files. The vast majority are less than a week old. All of them are now strewn about the floor. It looks like somebody shook the bloody snow globe.
I need a secretary.
Current Mood: contemplative
12 September 2008 @ 11:22 pm
004.
19 August 2008 @ 11:52 pm
003.
Honestly. Who does a bloke have to go down on to get a job?
Current Mood: frustrated
22 April 2008 @ 07:37 pm
002.
You are such a cheery lot in-writing, you know. How anyone could withstand the dirge in-person is beyond my attention span.
Current Mood: content
09 April 2008 @ 01:04 pm
001.