| 16 July 1979. |
[July 16; 12:11am] |
Warded Private to Self.
I had high tea with mummy at Madam Puddifoot's yesterday. It was quite pleasant seeing that there were no other patrons besides us, all quiet with no screaming adolescent girls tripping over the tables and causing unnecessary raucous chatter. I do remember the last time I made the mistake of brining a lady friend there during a Hogsmeade weekend. Complete nightmare. I was signing body parts the entire time, it is a wonder the girl (I cannot, for the life of me, remember her name) stuck around for so long afterwards.
Anyway, mummy was feeling rather gloomy the entire time. Told me to keep my head down and so on. I think she read what I wrote about the Longbottoms and did not approve me keeping such a high profile in these matters. I agree, of course, but the editor needs someone to write these things, you know.
And it's not as if I appreciate writing about other people in the first place. Before this whole war issue, people were writing about me. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT HAS GONE NOW. This is quite ridiculous. My fan mail has dropped to two postal bags instead of five. I am very disappointed in the way Roderick's been handling my publicity, I must have a talk with him about this.
End Wards.
I know that Carlotta has mentioned this before, but I really do encourage everyone to attend the Society for the Advancement of Squibs' banquet. It's shaping up to be quite a shindig, if I do say so myself. I'll even be kind enough to sign a couple of autographs while I'm there, if that helps the decision-making easier for you all!
Of course, it's all for a good cause and we all like that, don't we?
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| 30 June 1979 |
[June 30; 12:52pm] |
( Warded Private to Self. )
Warded Private to Betty.
Do you think it's a... Oh tosh, I'll just tell you. You won't tell anyone, won't you, Betty?
Anywho, that Gladys woman, the one who writes me all the time. She called me a "sex addict". You don't suppose... You don't think I am one, do you? I don't throw myself at women, you do know that, Betty, don't you? They're usually the ones throwing themselves at me! And it's not as if I can stop myself sometimes when one of them strikes my fancy and that.
Besides, the current climate isn't really conducive to long-term relationships. Right?
End Wards.
Warded Private to Kate.
Er, Pookie, I was wondering if you broke up with me because you were trying to protect me? 'Cause, you know, I don't need protecting so we can get back together now. How are you, Kate? Haven't heard from you lately, you know.
End Wards.
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| 8 June 1979. |
[June 08; 05:18pm] |
Warded Private to Self.
 HOW DARE HE PUSH BACK THE BOOK'S RELEASE DATE AGAIN?! Bloody--
I worked really hard on that book. The bloody witch from Bandon kept running around her disgusting little shack as I was trying to Obliviate her! IT TAKES EFFORT. Oh, I'm so tired of this whole war business. It's tedious! TEDIOUS. People rarely even pay attention to me anymore. IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
And now fucking Roderick wants to push the bloody release date because some old man got on the bad end of the Killing Curse and sodding Quidditch stands blowing up? So I told him I am seriously thinking of firing him and you know what the fat old bastard does?
HE LAUGHED AT ME. NO ONE LAUGHS AT ME. This is ridiculous. He said sorry afterwards, of course. He wouldn't be able to even afford anything without my talents. How dare he? HOW DARE BRITAIN? This war better stop soon.
End Wards.
Dear me.
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| 1 June 1979. |
[June 02; 04:20pm] |
Warded Private to Self.
Fuck.
The stands just--
It all started crumbling, I 
Merlin
Something horrible could have happened to me!
End Wards.
I would like to express my deepest regret and extend my condolences to those who lost loved ones at the Quidditch match yesterday. I'm truly sorry for your loss. It is cruel to have someone torn away from you so suddenly and so completely.
On the other hand, I am disgusted and mortified at the extent people would go in order to secure their power among the multitudes. This is not how it was supposed to be! One should earn the respect and love of the people, not use force and coercion to subjugate and terrorise. This was an unacceptable and unforgivable act. I sincerely hope that the proper authorities have investigations already pending.
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| 5 May 1979. |
[May 06; 02:11pm] |
Busy week, busy week! The Witch Weekly offices had never been this abuzz with activity, let me tell you. The magazine's general manager told me that the last release was the best selling issue they had to date. I'm honoured, deeply honoured for everyone's patronage of the magazine due to my contributions there. I had never expected such a response!
Needless to say, Roderick says that the release of my new book might be pushed forward a little if everyone behaves themselves and no one gets killed. In preparation, we had some test shots done for my new autographed photo. They're enclosed within:
( Attached. )
What do you think? In my opinion, I much prefer the second one because it's sober and strong but vulnerable and gentle somehow.
On another note, Selwyn, my good man. You've been avoiding me! I will not have this. Shall we meet for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron? I'll even invite Ludo along, it'll be jolly good fun! I better hear from you soon, eh? Otherwise, I'll start thinking that you don't like me any more--although, I don't see how that's possible.
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| 30 April 1979. |
[April 30; 12:46pm] |
( Warded Private to Self. )
In other news, I see that my article has given some people something to think about at least. That’s what I’m here for, you know. To give you, the general public, another opinion aside from what the authority figures give you. I’m glad to see that there’s been some supportive feedback amidst the deluge of jealous rants.
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| 13 April 1979. |
[April 14; 02:35pm] |
I apologise for my absence in these paper thingamabobs journals during the previous week or so. My services had been on high demand ever since the horrible disruption of the peace in Diagon Alley. I was in one of the Leaky Cauldron's private parlours discussing business with my editor when we heard the commotion. And I, as it is in my nature to do so, ran out into the chaotic street to assist the shopkeepers and fend off the masked menaces.
I've been recovering my strength ever since. I'm so brave.
Nevertheless, I'm out and about! I believe my next article will be out in Witch Weekly's next issue, so I trust my faithful fans will keep an eye out for this development.
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| 3 April 1979. |
[April 03; 05:58pm] |
It's such a pity what's happening in Wizarding Britain today. It's just so dreadful. But I try to keep my head up in situations like these; anything just to keep hanging in there. I suppose that I'll just have to keep on going while these things are happening, there isn't any other way but to do so.
Anywho! You know what makes me feel better? Getting my photo taken! I'll attach a couple of the ones I took today so you all can be cheered up by them too.
( Attached. )
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