Letter from the editor
By deidra
Cleaning up after that Basilisk was a pain in the arse, let me tell you. Of course, after I labored for days trying to get things tidied, Pansy comes into the office, mad at me and starts throwing things (at me, usually). Why is my wife mad at me this time, you ask? Well, none of it is my fault. She hardly gets any letters from people wanting advice anymore. There has been talk that perhaps she consider another column (maybe some of it is my fault) and retiring her advice column (it's totally my fault). Anyway, she successfully destroyed the office, so not only was I probably going to be sleeping on the couch for god knows how long, but I had to clean the office again. Totally not fun. At all.
And of course, it gets worse. About a week ago, Brandon comes running into the office (knocking everything over) and tells me that he had a vision of my horrific death at the hands of Peter Cottontail, a mermaid, and a rogue typewriter. I was fully convinced that Brandon had stolen my bottle of firewhiskey and had a little too much fun, when Tyler sends words that he has spotted a giant rabbit, errily looking like Peter Cottontail in Diagon Alley, of all places. Yesterday, Shaya's typewriter started shocking everyone that touched it. Peter Cottontail and a rogue typewriter? I'm doomed. I'm trying to avoid my tragic death by avoiding the Black Lake at all costs, lest I be murdered by merpeople.
My wife is mad at me, and I'm probably going to die soon. Did I mention that I fell down the stairs? I was racing to try and get to Ancient Runes on time, when I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. I suspect Peeves was behind it, but I don't really remember anything because I woke up in the Hospital Wing an hour later. I also got detention for missing class.
Long story short, March was terrible. I'm still sleeping on the couch, but she seems to be in better spirits since her hero, Rita Skeeter, sent her an owl. (I may or may not have bribed Ms. Skeeter). I also bought her new shoes, that usually helps. I'm still probably going to die. I heard Oana and my other staffers whispering about mermaids yesterday. I'm starting to suspect they either want to kill me or scare me away so I'll stop working them so hard.
Hopefully I survive April and you all enjoy this issue. Until next time (hopefully),
Alisha
P.S. I think I saw Nicole leaving the office at an obscenely late hour last week. Any theories?
By deidra
Cleaning up after that Basilisk was a pain in the arse, let me tell you. Of course, after I labored for days trying to get things tidied, Pansy comes into the office, mad at me and starts throwing things (at me, usually). Why is my wife mad at me this time, you ask? Well, none of it is my fault. She hardly gets any letters from people wanting advice anymore. There has been talk that perhaps she consider another column (maybe some of it is my fault) and retiring her advice column (it's totally my fault). Anyway, she successfully destroyed the office, so not only was I probably going to be sleeping on the couch for god knows how long, but I had to clean the office again. Totally not fun. At all.
And of course, it gets worse. About a week ago, Brandon comes running into the office (knocking everything over) and tells me that he had a vision of my horrific death at the hands of Peter Cottontail, a mermaid, and a rogue typewriter. I was fully convinced that Brandon had stolen my bottle of firewhiskey and had a little too much fun, when Tyler sends words that he has spotted a giant rabbit, errily looking like Peter Cottontail in Diagon Alley, of all places. Yesterday, Shaya's typewriter started shocking everyone that touched it. Peter Cottontail and a rogue typewriter? I'm doomed. I'm trying to avoid my tragic death by avoiding the Black Lake at all costs, lest I be murdered by merpeople.
My wife is mad at me, and I'm probably going to die soon. Did I mention that I fell down the stairs? I was racing to try and get to Ancient Runes on time, when I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. I suspect Peeves was behind it, but I don't really remember anything because I woke up in the Hospital Wing an hour later. I also got detention for missing class.
Long story short, March was terrible. I'm still sleeping on the couch, but she seems to be in better spirits since her hero, Rita Skeeter, sent her an owl. (I may or may not have bribed Ms. Skeeter). I also bought her new shoes, that usually helps. I'm still probably going to die. I heard Oana and my other staffers whispering about mermaids yesterday. I'm starting to suspect they either want to kill me or scare me away so I'll stop working them so hard.
Hopefully I survive April and you all enjoy this issue. Until next time (hopefully),
Alisha
P.S. I think I saw Nicole leaving the office at an obscenely late hour last week. Any theories?