Otto Bagman

badfairy@gmail.com — Sun, 15 Sep 2013 06:34:09 GMT

[Ann]

Would you be able to make next Friday night available? I have a business dinner that I'm required to attend - big fancy shindig. I have to wear dress robes and everything.

I'd like to bring you as my date. I happen to look quite dapper in dress robes, if that's any incentive.

[/Ann]

So apparently muggles have invented this amazing device called a komputor, where you can write things down, , play games, learn and even make designs using - get this - electricity.

Mind = blown.

badfairy@gmail.com — Wed, 31 Jul 2013 00:39:04 GMT

Well, I know one thing for sure - even if this celebrity match turns out to be awful, at least the commentary will be entertaining!

As for the all-star event, I'll be consoling my sore loser brother for not having been selected to play this year. Kid's ego seems to have been bruised.

And then while I'm not doing that, I'll be trying to decide who the hell I'm actually going to be rooting for.

badfairy@gmail.com — Sat, 06 Jul 2013 03:44:49 GMT

[Tim, Vinny, and Sturgus]

So, I'm officially freaking out.

I asked a gorgeous witch to go to dinner with me, and she said yes.

And now I have a date. Or I think it's a date. Cause it's dinner.

I don't do dates well. I don't remember how. Last one I had was with Nora, and that was coffee. This is dinner.

Help.

[/Tim, Vinny, and Sturgus]

badfairy@gmail.com — Thu, 17 May 2012 23:55:49 GMT

Someone thought it would be amusing to take up all the space on the Animagus registration form by claiming to take on the form of the most ridiculous animals they could think of with false names. For example, 'Betty Bangzer' turns herself into a sloth and 'Chris P. Bacon' turns into a dodo bird.

I found it hilarious, but my boss wasn't amused.

I wonder if that says anything about my maturity level...

badfairy@gmail.com — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 02:15:06 GMT

Holdays are supposed to be a joyous time, full of laughter and cheer and all that other crap.

Holidays for me are a time when I'm panicking over whether or not I remembered all of my friends while shopping for gifts, and trying to convince my mother to not send me another sweater with a reindeer and a snowman skating together in front of a gingerbread house.

With blinking gumdrop lights.

It's also a time where the goblins at Gingotts laugh at me for how depleted my funds are. Snobby little bastards, goblins are.

badfairy@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 06:29:25 GMT

[Vinny]

Dude.

Dude.

I don't hear from you in Merlin knows how long, and now you're Tattlers #1 schmuck?

I'm paraphrasing, of course.

[/Vinny]

[Hufflepuff men]

Hufflepuffs!

I'm lighting the Badger Beacon. You're to join Vinny, Derek and I for drinks. Time and location will follow shortly.

ONE CAN NOT IGNORE THE BADGER BEACON, IT IS A SACRED THING.

[/Hufflepuff men]

badfairy@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 23:59:46 GMT

The only thing I have in my flat that's edible is ketchup, crackers, and something that I'm pretty sure used to be edible, but is now a product of Darwinism.

I either need to go shopping, or have a gourmet feast of Ketchup on crackers. Not so bad, right? It's like a poor man's version of dipping bread in tomato sauce.

Okay, it's nothing like that at all, but making these comparisons makes me feel less pathetic. It's not really working, though.

I NEED FOOD. SOMEONE FEED ME.

badfairy@gmail.com — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 03:38:46 GMT

So, when a snot-nosed little brother is a professional Quidditch player, it's an unwritten law that the older, far more superior brother is supposed to reap the benefits and share them with his mates, right?

Right.

I hear Cancun is gorgeous this time of year. Who's with me?

badfairy@gmail.com — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:12:13 GMT

['78 Hufflepuffs...except for Tim]

Okay, does anyone know what the hell is wrong with our good friend Timothy Greengrass?

He's acting all dodgy, like something's up.

Annnnyone have any clue what that's about?

[/wards]

badfairy@gmail.com — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:04:34 GMT

When I'm late for work, and digging around my flat to find my wand...I find my journal.

Yet when I was digging around my flat to find my journal...I found nothing.

It's a crazy mixed up world we live in, folks.

badfairy@gmail.com — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:06:48 GMT

Huh.

For some reason, I feel a little bit dirty whenever I step inside the Ministry to do my low paying job.

Perhaps it's because it's run by a giant asshole? I don't know, it's a possibility.

badfairy@gmail.com — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:55:53 GMT

[Marissa]

Ludo's going to be home soon.

His room looks kind of empty to me...a little bit too empty.

Maybe we should fill it with something fun before he gets home?

[/Marissa]

badfairy@gmail.com — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:03:50 GMT

So.

Who's going to keep me entertained next week?

I don't know why, but I'm off of work. Which means I will have a crap load of free time.

Seriously, who's going to keep me entertained?

badfairy@gmail.com — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 19:11:57 GMT

[Ludo]

So, word travels fast.

And I've heard that you almost got punched in the face.

Then again I've also heard that you two were savagely beating eachother with heavy sticks, but I'm not going to believe that one because...well, you'd be home already if that were true.

You're having one hell of a year, kid.

[/Ludo]

badfairy@gmail.com — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:35:33 GMT

[Marissa]

So, babe, you up for helping me make a sign to publicly humiliate Ludo?

Only, we can't be too hard on him since there might be talent scouts or agents or something at the next game...which is why I need your help.

[/Marissa]