Matilda Ann Dukelow

[private.]
Merlin's beard. I find myself torn between my career and my conscience. A huge number of our sponsors are on the boycott list but everyday I have to cheerfully advertise for the pureblood loving bastards. I'd be willing to bet that half of the shops were threatened to hang those signs in the windows. Clearly this goes against everything that I stand for but what do I do? I can't take much more of the lying but I need money to pay to live in my flat. I would love to go in there grab as much equipment as I could without being noticed, and then get the hell out. Maybe I could find a job with a line of media that's less inclined to bend over for the Death Eaters.

War is fun.

In other less depressing news, I finally gave in and shagged the bloke down in archives. We've been out a few times and, though I don't see him as boyfriend material, we did have a rather nice time. It's also nice to have someone with access to all that information.
[end ward.]

[caradoc.]
Hullo, you! Did you get the biscuits I sent over?
[end ward.]

My favourite part about the coming of summer is searching for the first dandelion of the season. I wager we'll have a ton in the front yard of the building.

[marlene.]
So I talked to Roland the other day and he started explaining the waves and frequencies to me. It's all sort of complicated but there are ways to strengthen the signal. He wasn't sure about automatically tuning radios to certain broadcasts but there has to be something. Worst case scenario you're mate's husband will have to turn the dial like every other British radio listener. I've got a bunch of notes that I can give you, if you want. How do you feel about lunch later this week?

[private.]

She was the closest thing I had to a best friend and she's-

Kirley was just a boy. I don't understand. Why would Death Eaters be targeting her manager's place? What does Meg have to do with anything? She played Quidditch and the last time I checked that didn't bustle people to the top of some hit list. Doc said there were wards on his place, so that's almost like they expected her? Maybe her manager was crooked and she just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time...

I just talked to her earlier today. How can she be dead hours later?
[end.]

[marlene.]
Sorry to bother you
I don't I don't know what to do. No one I'm close to has ever been murdered died.

I just needed someone and you're the first person I thought of and I saw you comment on Caradoc's journal and...
[end.]

[private.]
There are two brilliant career choices for people who are good at deception: Politics and media. This afternoon I had to fill in for one of the blokes in the timeslot ahead of mine and his broadcasting partner decided that we should talk very briefly on the elections and he was very interested in who I would be voting for. I told him I had absolutely no idea and he told me I was a silly girl who didn't know her politics. I wanted to tell him that he was a silly boy who didn't know his ass from his elbow and that he also has very poor taste in ties and, if I recall correctly, Quidditch teams.

I don't know who to vote for, to be quite honest. I do know that it won't be for that Nott fellow. His posters give me the creeps. There's one on a pole outside my flat and I swear he plots my demise every time I leave my building. I'll ask him to come on my show and then I'll show Bad Tie bloke that it is he who knows nothing of politics. The ties are probably not his fault, now that I think on it. I believe his mum still dresses him and that he's almost a Pureblood. If being of good blood means my mother still dresses me then I am happy to be dirty, thank you very much.
[end.]

[meg.]
I was going through some old school photographs I took and I found some that I think you'll like.
[end.]

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?

( private. )
( meg )

Riddle: Who can shave 25 times a day and still have a beard?

( private. )
( meg. )

And the first random fact of 1980: When snakes are born with two heads, they fight each other for food.

Snakes are not two faced, nor would they ever fight. That fact must not be true. Except that it is.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE.

( My debut's coming soon and you already know what I'm gonna to do. )