darktriad

Hello London. I've missed you.

Private to Audrey
Especially you.

I think I need a trip to the beach. I haven't been since this spring and this is really the idea time of year for sun and surf, don't you think?

Private
They came back and asked more questions. Apparently they checked the bitch's flat. I should have broken in and packed a bag and thrown it in the channel. Now they know she didn't take off of her own free will.

Apparently the Goblins let them go through her appointment book so they know she was here the last night they saw her. I told them just like before that she and I fought and she ran off. Shit. I've got motive and they don't know who else.

I did tell them that Penny and Charlie had some beef with her. That may let the trail go cold for a bit, seeing as they're in Africa or something.

I have to get rid of the mask before they come back with a warrant.

Apparently someone misses that little bitch. The Ministry questioned me today to see if I knew where she went. It's only a matter of time before they think she didn't just run away heartbroken.

I should get rid of the quill. I need to find a place where there's no chance it will be dispelled.

Sorry for that moment of temporary insanity, all.

Private

I transfigured her into a quill and I brought her to work as my writing instrument. I got to go back to fucking new, hotter girls last night.

I took care of it.

I love you.

That was probably the most epic match I have seen in a long time. Thunder, lighting, rain. Kestrals Beater got a bludger to the head (lucky he isn't dead) and Johnson on the Magpies had her broom struck by lightning.

If you missed it, you missed the game of the year. At least until we get to playoffs. That really knocked the Kestrals away from top 3 standings. I call it for Puddlemere, as my usual pick would need a miracle to reach the top this year.

The melting point of cocoa butter is just below the human body temperature -- which is why it literally melts in your mouth.

I need your help. I want George Weasley to suffer. I want to pit him against his own family. What have you got to make Percy Weasley moon over Audrey?

Wow. Looking back... I missed a lot.

A real lot. I'm kind of glad I left my journal here for a week.

[Audrey]

Are you okay?

[Private]

I really lucked out. Imagine what I might have said if compelled to write truths? Well, with me I would know something was seriously wrong.

It's very lucky I didn't ramble on about planning to seduce Audrey Baxter or baiting George Weasley. It's fortunate I didn't go on about all the muggle girls I shagged at the beach this week. Or how I sent Audrey a gift as Percy to see if it would bother George. It was a nice vacation.

I'm leaving for Cornwall Monday night. I'll be spending the week with Dad, making sure he's taking care of himself. Gills will be running the show.

My Dad just broke up with his girlfriend. I'll probably be bouncing back and forth between London and Cornwall a lot to make sure he's alright for the next couple of weeks.

[Private]

I really need to step up my game. If she were any other girl I would have had her by now, but 've got myself a super forgiving do-gooder with a boyfriend. When Weasley punched me, that should have been it. That should have sparked an argument about jealousy and his blatant hypocrisy. But nope. That half-of-a-set ginger still gets another chance. I wish I could fuck Angelina Johnson and have absolutely no consequences in the morning.

I need to step it up, start playing multiple angles.

• Find new ways to spark George's jealousy without appearing to have crossed a line with Audrey.


• Gifts from "friends"


• Find another target so that he really seems paranoid. I need to investigate who else could appear to desire Miss Baxter.


• Start making Audrey lose her faith in George.


• He's already laid the groundwork with Johnson. Perhaps I can stir that up.


• Prey on his instability over Fred.


• Make her want me.


• Be around more.


• Make her feel beautiful.


• Shower her with presents.


• Ask for baking lessons?


• Become a sympathetic character.

There's the new game plan. I'll adjust as I go along.

[Audrey]

I want to do something for my Dad, but I need your help. Can I count on you?

I need a date for the Quidditch thing. I thought I was going to do interviews but apparently I'm going in a tuxedo and I get a meal!

Lovely ladies without plans tomorrow, throw in your names!

Edit-- Audrey, I found one!

Today's Trivia:
In 1898 a pair of Lions in British East Africa killed a total of 135 muggles before they were able to stop them. It took thirteen total sunk bullets to kill the pair. This is why we should never give beasts a taste for human flesh.

I've had the recent pleasure of reuniting with a former flame for lunch on Sunday. We had a very nice talk and caught up on a lot. Thank you for that walk down memory lane, Audrey.

We'll be running a floo-in contest for Puddlemere tickets this weekend during the show tomorrow. Keep your ear on the Wireless.

( Taped in Magazine Clipping )

That, folks, is my Quality Quidditch Supplies ad. The first of many. It's an early preview of Quill Magazine's back cover. Check it out on the stands Sunday. Yes, folks, that is Eddie Carmichael, no airbrushing needed. Look at those shoulders.

( Private )

A fan sent me one of these. It has a Tornado's logo on the front. They really know me well, don't they? Of course it's not like I'm exactly subtle against my preference for Tutshill. They do have the best record of any team for the last decade. Hell, the only teams I really consider competitive right now are Puddlemere and Holyhead and Holyhead's prospects were really hurt by losing Weasley to the injured list. Well, it's early in the season. Maybe I'll have to eat my words. Maybe Tutshill will fall to the bottom of the league and maybe after centuries of embarrassing defeat Chudley will win the Cup.

I hope everyone had a pleasant Easter. My father traveled into the city to spend time with me, which was nice considering I have such early mornings. He left this afternoon, though, with his girlfriend. This one's a Real Estate Agent.

Private
Cindy or Mindy or Muffin or something. Nice ass. Not a lot of brains. His usual type. He gets bored too easily because he picks boring girls.

He asked me today why I don't have a car. He saw how hard it was to park in London! And witches aren't exactly wowed by a car. You get more skirt with a broom.