charity burbage is not a fan of high ceilings.

If we're all going to get twisted into knots, I want to point out that any version of the Nutcracker don't really resemble the ones that I knew when I was a child. I mean, there was still a Nutcracker and girl named Clara (except for that time when she was Marie) and it was still a ballet. But she wasn't magical and the second act was pretty much a drug trip for an hour and a half. Seriously she travels to a land of sweets where foods dance. If that doesn't suggest some sort of opiate influence, I want to know what you're on and if I can have some.

And you know what? I don't care either way.

Cast List for "Between Worlds"

John Sanders - Sirius Black
Kevin Tron - Brad Whitby
Louisa Poole - Peggy Wilton
Betty Button - April Frobisher
Theresa Sanders - Wednesday Hooper
Nicholas Sanders - Robbie McKinnon
Penny Sanders - Greta Catchlove
Erasmus Quibly - Oakden Hobday

Male back-ups: Ted Tonks & Kenny Whisp
Female back-up: Alecto Carrows

Thanks to everyone who auditioned! We're still looking for people to help out putting things together and what not. Drop me a line if you're interested and we'll see what you can do.

[WARDED TO BETWEEN WORLDS CAST]

We've got to get cracking with the rehearsals since we've only got a little less than a week to slap this thing together. What times and days work for everyone? I want to try to accommodate everyone.

AUDITIONS!

Tonight at the WWN Studios! Peggy Wilton wrote yesterday about the play and the roles available and what not. Anyone can audition, so feel free to pop by and give it a go. It should be a lot of fun. Also if you don't want to get up on the stage, but want to be a part of it anyways then let us know! The more the merrier, I always say.

In only mildly related news I'm leaving my Alertonator at the office. This new thing it is doing might be even worse than the others. It makes me want to snap it in half.

TGIF.

That's really all I've got to say. Not that the week has been bad by any means, but I'm glad for the weekend. Quidditch, a bit of cleaning, work on my holiday cards. I think Mum wants me to help her with some repotting.

Happy Friday everyone. I heard we're getting rid of the owls at the Ministry. Don't know how that's going to work out.

Anyone remember the good old days where you behaved questionably one time, was embarrassed about it for a few days and then promptly forgot about it until it was brought up at another time when drink was involved?

Ah, nostalgia.

Honestly, from the state of the journals I'd swear that everyone was some sort of were-creature affected by the full moons and all that.

Owls.

Is it just me, or do they seem to be everywhere this morning? Or at least they're all over the fourth floor. Flapping their wings, hooting, the whole gamut. Is this some sort of prank? If it is, I give points for cleverness, but deduct them for ridiculousness. It's just a little bit much.

Oh God. The smell.

No, not the we--


Crap.

[WARDED PRIVATE]

I hate Hag Week. I hate Hag Week. I hate Hag Week.

It's not that I hate hags. I can't, I work with them and I've done a lot research and study and I don't like hating anyone except people who absolutely deserve it, but...I don't know. It's the fact that everyone gets upset. The hags, the ministry, the parents who start writing letters in triplicate, passersby. It's stressful. And now they've shown up at the Ministry and I'm sorry. It's not the departments fault. Hags got their limited rights and this week in exchange for being monitored to prevent child-eating. Taking it back now would make it worse. And not be all that progressive.

The hags have been banned from the premises. Apologies for what happened yesterday. It was really unexpected.

Now I've got to go sort out the mess they're making outside. Oh bollocks.

Today has been absolutely shite.

I need a drink as tall as my forearm is long and I need it approximately three hours ago. I also need to not be sacked over this. I followed protocol. It isn't my fault that they've up and moved.

Divination types: are there any rules about 13ths being bad luck even when they don't fall on a Friday?

[WARED PRIVATE]

I hate how a weekend can be going so well and then go absolutely to shite in a minute. What's wrong with people that they feel the need to attack others simply for living? There's no logic to it! It's just fear-mongering and it's absolutely pointless.

I'd say I hate politics, but I am fairly certain this has nothing to do with politics and everything to do with bad behaviour en masse. Definitely not okay.

It doesn't really matter how old I get, I still get that strange rush of excitement when my birthday comes along. It is silly, I know, but if I appreciate each and every one that comes along then it just feels merrier. I was going to send an owl to see if Mum and Dad wanted to pop by for breakfast, but I suppose I can just see them after work. Have to celebrate and everything.

Would it be strange to bring a cake to work to celebrate my own birthday? I'm seriously considering it.

[WARDED TO DMLE, WCU, OBLIVIATORS]

I've found...something someone.

A very little someone. I...ca can't tell who it is was. The little dear the body is in too bad of shape and there's not a whole lot left. Should we tell someone from Mungo's? Is there anyone else I need to send this to? I'm just outside Tinworth. [Apparition coordinates given] If that's not right let me know.

I...just come quick.

[END WARD]

I hate today. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I don't even want to know how it can get worse but I am certain it can. Fuck all this.

She was just so little. God, how can we even tell who she is?

I...

I...could really use a cup of tea right now. And maybe a little something else.

The programme I was watching was just interrupted by the news. And then my mum called, sounding bloody awful. I can't even think right now. Just...madness.

Who would do something like this?

Two nights in a row? Everything has gone to hell in a handbag.

Spent the morning tidying up my flat and dancing about to records. "I've Seen All Good People" from Yes and "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac are the faves right now. Don't get me wrong I love magic as much as the next girl but these guys are pretty spiff.

Read the Quidditch season forecast (it was tragic always but maybe this year it will work out alright) and did the crossword in the Prophet. Not bad all things considered though I only am halfway through it because I got distracted by a fascinating article on troll rights. The poor dears. I am putting them on the list.

Saturdays. Even better after a good Friday. Brilliant.

Things I am not particularly keen on this morning:

→ My mum ringing at five thirty to ask if I had gotten the plant extracts that she had sent over and to mention that it was going to rain so that I might want to bring an umbrella and an extra jumper to work with me this morning. Also would I mind bringing the sherry when I come on Sunday for dinner.

→ Mainly I just really dislike my phone this morning. It might be practical and necessary given that I live in an exceptionally Muggle flat in an exceptionally Muggle part of London, but it has a habit of being used at terrible hours.

→ Which is really my fault for being in no shape to receive calls at that time for a variety of reasons.

→ Also this stack of complaint forms would do me a load more good if they filed themselves. Correctly and in the right slots would be even better.

Everyone got home alright last night, yeah? If one of our number got lost somewhere in there I am going to feel terrible and not be particularly pleased. Next time (God, help me for suggesting that they'll be a next time) I go out I think there will be more dancing and less steady drinking. For me at least.

Thank the stars for small healing salves. Also cleaning charms. That's what I'm grateful for today at least.

I've decided that while I love field work, I've really got to time it better. Couldn't do it in July, because of proper holidays and all of that and then there was catching up from the missed work. Soon enough it is halfway through August and I've got to get a move on to get the early autumn checks in before the weather sets in.

The Shetland and Orkney Islands are rather nice this time of year. Can't say I had much time for sight-seeing though. Cave and mid-wood cottage hopping and all of that. My bedroll might not dry out again until November (suppose I could magic it dry, but it tends to leave a bit of smell. Funny how that is) but ah well.

Actually, nevermind. I love field work, love my job, all that. I just need to not leave my journal behind, tucked in my desk where at least one of us is warm. I hate coming home to news missed.

Especially absolute shite news like all of this. Bugger.

Oh, my bread's gone all mouldy. Serves me right for forgetting about it.