The future is no more uncertain than the present.

( Application for Broderick Bode )

It has been brought to my attention that I'm not getting any younger the probability of finding a future Mrs Broderick Bode will only increase by actually going out and spending time with women.

So be it.

In the spirit of Valentine's Day being next week, I'd like to offer myself off as a date for any lovely lady out there who might need a man to take her out for the night, buy her dinner and show her a good time. Why be alone when you can be with me? I'm a gentleman, so there doesn't have to be any hanky panky at the end of the night unless you really want it. I bet I can be romantic around the right woman. And who knows - we might just hit it off.

It will also satisfy my mother for a few months about the grandkids thing..

Pros
Tall, dark, handsome
34 years old, Slytherin
Nice looking bank account
Can dance (but not the modern stuff)
Doesn't spend all day chattering on...
Pureblood! (if that matters to you)


Cons
Old and set in my ways
Aloof
Can't cook
Not good with muggle objects
I've been told I'm sarcastic. Its probably true.
Don't spend all day chattering on...

I mean, c'mon ladies - my crup likes me. I can't be all bad, right? It's 1981 - why not try something new!

Warded to Unspeakabros

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I had to leave rather quickly today, got violently ill this afternoon (apologies to whomever had to use the loo after me). I'd blame the lamb stew I had for lunch in the cafe, but its all out of my system now and I feel even worse.

If someone could just lock up my notebooks, I'd be much obliged.

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My kingdom for some healing potions... I feel like poo.

[warded to Cora]

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Thanks again for stopping by last night with the food and staying with me for a while. I know I wasn't the best company, even before the rest of the circus Caleb Kent's family the others came by to relieve me.

You were a lifesaver, truly. I owe you now, more than you know.

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There's been a horrific accident involving the Knight's Bus. Muggles dead, lots of injured. It seemed to hit a bakery, making enough of a ruckus that all of them noticed.

Kent Abercrombie and Ted Tonks were on the bus and injured, that's all I know for sure. Ted seems okay, he was talking to the Aurors when I left with Kent. They've brought him to St Mungo's, and someone's looking at his head right now.

I'll post more when they tell me something.


[private to Caleb]

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Get over here, now.

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[private]

Seems like others are talking about their pets. Let me show you mine!

( check out this cutie, ladies... )



[warded private]

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Made a trip out to Swansea today. Supposedly some batty old wizard was making odd mutterings and I was discharged to see if its suitable for our Hall. Don't usually make house-calls, but it was nice getting out of the office.

Got back with the appropriate memory, and I'll be damned if I can't make any sense of it. Starts out in English, then mutates into this near gibberish, only - I don't think its nonsense. Or Welsh. But I think it means something, and a prophesy doesn't do anyone any good if I can figure the damn thing out.

It's not any language I'm familiar with, and its not as if I have many resources to pull from here. Guess I'll pull out some feelers tomorrow on a language expert within the Ministry.

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[warded private]

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That death was pretty rough. Seeing everyone talking about it reminds me of when Tina died. I thought she might come visit last night, but I haven't seen her in a few days. Maybe she doesn't like the atmosphere that's fallen around here.

Hah, a ghost who doesn't like death.

Just reminds me that deep down, I'm glad my parents are safely tucked away. It isn't enough to be pro-wizard with these Death Eaters, you have to be anti-Muggle, and my parents would never do that (if for no other reason that its impolite).

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Hungry. Bought groceries today. Considering throwing them in a pot and seeing what happens. Stew? Porridge?

Maybe I need to get a girlfriend.

Any chance someone can come bring me something to eat? A kebab or something? The two-legged one says he's had enough for one day and isn't moving from the sofa.

[warded private]

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Everyone on edge today. Head killing me. Can't get this phrase out of my thoughts

Forsaken young Denmark, your rivers run cold.

I admit, I've no idea how that fits in with the rest of the prophesy. Like its just thrown in there, but it can't be just thrown in there. Has to mean something. I'll be glad once that one is properly catalogued and bottled up. Bothering the shite out of me.

Also, out of beer. Damn.

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If anyone wants to bring the two-legged one some beer, that's be sweet, too.