Emma Jaelyn Dobbs

Roommates are a good thing.

[private to Romilda]
So um. I may've gotten a wee bit overly pissed this past weekend at Longbottom's party and done something a wee bit stupid. Or ill-considered. I can't remember what I thought at the time, but I look happy in the pictures.

It's just past lunch and today has already been hell. I'm half afraid what the afternoon might bring. Haven't had a day this bad since I spent it digging through rubble a month ago.

Marcus Oi. Drink tonight? Maybe two or three or four? Have you seen my parade of ghosts?

[Astoria & Draco Malfoy]
I've a dragon out here. His name's Riley, and he's a Dwarf Jamaican Frill (and he's registered, just in case you think I'm off my nut or somesuch). I offered to let your son meet him, and if you'd like to bring him out, I'll make good on that. Riley's a good dragon, not likely to eat anyone. Gets on well with Leanne's dog, too. And he likes people a lot. Sometimes I think he thinks he is one. People, that is.
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Yep, got moved just in time. Riley's grown three inches in the last week.

Go on then, peel me off the ceiling, because I did it.

It's official, I'm a full on Auror. And I didn't get the top marks, but I beat out Garber by a bloody well healthy margin, enough for them to comment on it.

It's weird thinking I'll never get to go back to my dragons, but I've Riley waiting at home any time I need a draconic sort of fix. And I bet I'll still end up being the one who gets to wade through all the shite since I've got that background here.

But right now? I think it's time to celebrate.

[Romilda]:

Ro? Why would Marc's mum think Montague had proposed to someone when I told her that Marc's mate was getting married? I didn't think there was a woman around who'd put up with his shite enough for anyone to even consider getting that idea.

Oh, and she wants us to come over some time. She sends her congratulations, and would love to meet you and show us both pictures of Marc and Adrian when they were terribly ickle, running around in their nappies and the like.

Finally managed to finish getting things out of boxes last night. I have a bed. Who knew? It's quite pleasant to be sleeping (what little sleep I get) in a bed and not surrounded by teetering towers again.

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Speaking of lack of sleep, studying for this exam's going to kill me. Marc, think anyone'd be arsed off if I skived off the rest of the afternoon? Can't find another trainee around, and I think Garber left before lunch. If I'm going to spend the day in exams on Friday I want to make sure I'm prepared. It's only a small lie, I'll study after I get home.

[private to Leanne]

The farmhouse with the greenhouse out back? Is brill!! We've an appointment to meet the real estate witch there at half eleven tomorrow to sign papers. Meet me at my flat at eleven and I'll take you over? We might have to do a bit of work, but we'll make sure she gives us a break on rent for it.

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[private to Ro]

I think I'm               I think I'm taking your advice and shagging Marc and fuck I have to write this quick oh crap                       Marc says hi I've gotta go

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[private to Ro & Graham]

[scribbled in exceedingly messy ink, complete with several blotches] Could one of you stop by and feed Riley thanks so much!

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Wanted: One flatmate. Ought to be female. Must be able to put up with living with a small dragon. Probably in the country, as I'm looking for a place where Riley can have a charmed space that isn't the complete run of the house so I can stop having to live in tank tops and knickers at home. Um. Anyway. Every place I'm to be looking at is a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, most of them with residual wards that'll likely need to be shored up.

Dragon aside, I'd like to think I'd be an easygoing flatmate. You'd have to ask the folks from Hufflepuff, I guess, to be sure.

[private to Romilda]

Again. I really need to stop drinking with MarcusFlint. Saturday night after the wedding I kipped at his place. Nothing happened. Maybe less than at my place even, because Morrigan's a better chaperone and slept between us.

Saturday night while we were on our way out, he said it was a good date. That we might have to do it again.

He was thoroughly pissed when he said it.

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In the interest of having plans for my birthday since nothing else seems to be happening   so I can tell my Mum to bugger off I'm busy I've decided that I'll be going out for a pint after work tomorrow night (that'd be Wednesday) and if anyone else would like to celebrate my starting the next quarter century officially, feel free to stop on by the Leaky and join me.

I might just be drinking to life changes as well. Spoke to McGivens this morning and made it official: I'll be testing with the last crop of trainees this June. If I pass, I'll be an Auror when all's said and done and won't ever be going back out into the field with the dragons BUGGER. The testing's June 19th and we'll have official results by the 26th. Wish me luck.

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Mum's become awfully friendly lately. She says my Malcolm's a dear (he's not MINE) and that Flint seems to be a bit of an arse (only to her, that I can tell). I've asked her to lay off my friends, especially when she started inquiring after how Graham's doing. I suppose I can be thankful she's not going to the wedding this weekend as Malcolm's date.

At least, I don't think she is. Merlin, I hope she's not.

She was very interested in that I'm going with Flint. I started talking about how the bloke getting married is my old friend Wes from Hogwarts, and I think that nudged her off-track, but not after she got in a few digs about how Flint's just parading me about to show what he's shagging (which he's not. shagging, that is) and how no one there will have a word to say to me.

Scary part is, most of the folks there will likely be purebloods. What'll they want with a halfbreed like me? Can't even name where the wizarding blood comes from, save one Muggleborn witch. Bugger. What if she's right?

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[private to Malcolm]

Are you going to the Bulstrode/Flint wedding? Because I'm going to be rude here and ask who you're bringing as your plus one.

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[private to Marietta Edgecombe and that wish agency thing]

Can you tell me more about your wishes?

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[private to Flint]

I've found a dress. So I think I ought to manage to be presentable enough for Saturday. So your sister's marrying my old housemate, huh? I always got on well with Wes.

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I hate my mum.

Would it be horribly rude to move into a new flat and just not give the new address out to certain people?

So, I don't know if anyone else has yet, but I went on my date that was provided by the fabulous Miss Cooper and Mr. Summerby and it was fun. If you were thinking that maybe it wouldn't be a good idea, I recommend looking again and go talk to them. I had a good time with my date.

( private to Flint )
 

This week has been hell. All I can say is thank God it's done and I really hope the weekend's better. Although I think the stupid kneazle bite might be infected, which means... it won't be.

private to Graham

Are you alright? Mum didn't mean to... no that's a lie Mum can come off a bit strong. I'm sorry if she's disturbed you.

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private to Flint

Your shirt
See, under my bed
How did
Found your shirt under my bed. Want it back?

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private to Romilda

I think I need to stop drinking.

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It's so lovely that my mum stops by and takes me out for dinner unexpectedly. I'm a lucky girl that we're still so close and she enjoys spoiling me. We did a good dinner, a little dancing, bought new shoes, and she's headed back to Brighton. With luck I won't see her HERE for another six months.

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I've promised to go home for Easter.

If I didn't know better, I'd say Riley's nesting. Except, he's a he and boys don't nest. Well, okay, there's this one species where the boys nest and the girls lay eggs and go off and do everything and leave the boys to play daddy daycare. But not Dwarf Jamaican Frills. Which means I need to figure out why he's been gathering knickers and tank tops and making a nest out of them.

private to Sebastian Montague
Hullo, Montague. I'm Dobbs. Flint tells me you're a charmer and someone to watch out for when the Hit Wizards decide to use me.
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Why is it whenever a crime scene involves scat I get called in? I mean, I know there are other folks here who know about creatures that aren't me. Some of them even know about magical creatures. I'm a dragon expert. Or sauroids of whatever variety (and that crime was what, four years ago now? I can't decide if this is better than a desk job or worse... might be a bit better).

So anyway, I spent the day up to my eyeballs in protective spells, sifting through this huge pile of muck because we were pretty sure evidence had been consumed and well, left behind again after the fact. Can we just say again, my job sucks?

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Mum's started in on the why aren't you dating anyone, Emma? routine again. Is she that bored that she needs me to bring home younger men for her? God forbid she marries one again or oh my god, produces children. Can you imagine having a sibling over 25 years younger? It'd serve her right if she got pregnant from shagging one of my boyfriends. And it doesn't matter, she can't steal what I don't have, right?

This of course ignores the part where I'm lonely and horny as hell and frankly solo life bores the crap out of me.

And to make my life even better, Johnson informed me today that I'm now available for loan to the Hit Wizards as well. Can I just say how much this thrills me?

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Flint

Someone owes me a pint for the (literal) shit I had to put up with today. Do you think anyone would notice if I buried that snarky little trainee, wossisname Garber, if he gives me crap about it again next time?

/Flint

( the lizard whisperer )