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[Private]

I have never been more happy to be back at work.

[CiCi]
How are you feeling? It's too quiet without your weird little bear here at work.

[Marcus]
Drinks, mate? I need it.

[Friends]
Millie had a relapse. She's in St Mungo's, but I think she might need to be moved into long term care and treatment. I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself, but anyone who wants to come by, I know it would help.

[Flint]
So... when are you dumping the child bride?

I met a nice girl I think you would like. Beautiful, smart and almost as hot as Millie.

[Pansy]
Millie's off the wagon, I think. She's avoiding me, and won't talk to me. Says she needs to work.

Check on her please?

Does anyone know where I can buy a really big roll of bubblewrap?

[Mills, love of my life]
Mills, please tell me you find this as absurd as it is? It's Terence's baby sister, she's a child. She's a hell of an apprentice, but really you should know there is absolutely no other witch in the world as beautiful and amazing as you. I promise.

[CiCi]
I was thinking, you've done well enough it's time for you to get your own lab and office. Let's clean out the one next to mine tomorrow, and that way you can work on things in peace without the constant interruptions I get with paperwork and other nonsense. And so my girlfriend doesn't kill me

[Private]

Oh Fuck, someone broke into my lab and took that experimental potion I was working on. Fuck fuck fuck.

Thank Merlin no one knows about it.

Getting an apprentice was the second best decision I ever made. CiCi has been a delight to work with.

[Zabini, Flint, Nott, Goyle]
We can't let His Royal Highness get hitched without a stag night, can we? I vote we plan something and not tell Pansy.. or Millie, or for that matter any of the girls.

I give up.

I need an apprentice. I can't handle the workload alone.

Can't a bloke go and look at jewelry without someone assuming something? Salazar, my mum's birthday is next week and she wants one of those new charm bracelets.

Flint!

I realize that you are busy being awesome, but care to spare an evening for your best mate?

How much longer is it before the Prophet is reporting that a member of the royal family is having an alien love child? Because that seems to be the direction it is heading.

[Mills]

Can you be packed to leave for Paris by this afternoon? I decided to take an extra day off.

Things to do this week:

1. Six batches of Pepper Up Potion
2. Special orders for the crown
3. Finish my presentation for the conference
4. Book portkeys for Paris
5. Finish the special project potion

Success was finally had with the potion that almost killed me. Now, to spend the next week doing the part of potion work I hate... writing.

Wow, Lynch is dead from doping, and another player suspended. I'm a bit shocked, but not surprised. It seems that nothing is sacred anymore.

I wonder how many quidditch stars will fall before this is over. I've always had my suspicions about a few.

I should probably be upset my date ran off with another guy. At least my name wasn't mentioned.

I finally get to go back to work tomorrow. I have promised the healer I would take it easy, just basic potions for the royal storerooms. None of the fun stuff for at least a week.

I just booked my trip to Paris for the International Potionmakers Conference. Should be an interesting time, the schedule of events looks great. I'll be presenting a paper on the weaponizing of potions and mass antidotes.

I have now proven that there are 49 ways not to add gurdyroot extract to a base potion containing birch bark and lavender root. I'm at St Mungo's right now, letting them patch up a burned arm. See, Mills? This is why I didn't want you to help me. Fortunately dress robes will cover the pretty bandage.

At least the explosion was pretty brilliant.

I had forgot the His Royal Highness's birthday was this week. I'm an awful employee, right? I'm just a wee bit distracted with this new potion. I promise it will be brilliant once it stops evaporating as soon as I add the gurdyroot extract. If Lady Bullstrode had not forcibly dragged me out of my lab on Saturday I probably wouldn't have gone home all weekend.

Now I have to find a date for this party.

[Millie]

You're a peach, doll. I owe you lunch this week.

Ive listened to preachers
Ive listened to fools
Ive watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you have the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
Im going off the rails on a ( crazy train )