Angelina Johnson

[Hexed to Fred]
I don't like arguing with you.

Stop being a jerk and we won't have to argue.

Eight days in a row is a lot. Too much really.

I need to go to Azkaban tonight for rounds there. I think my next day off is Tuesday. I'm burning out quickly, but I can't stop.

[Hexed to Order Suppoters/Members]

Is everyone healed up? Anyone need anything?

I can't believe what happened. I saw it. I was there. I have a lovely bandage to prove it.

But, seriously, I can't believe it.

We lost someone today. Her name was Abigal and she was only eight. Eight.

What in the fuck good is magic if we can't save an eight year old?

Maybe I'll leave early tonight.

Let's write a list of things I hate.

1. Wives. Are you a Healer? No. Then don't tell me how I should be treating your husband. I will remove you from the room if needed.

2. Mungo's Coffee. It's swill. No, it's worse than swill. It's what happens when you drink swill and puke it back up. And then coat it in mud. Yes. That's exactly what it tastes like.

3. Lime Green. If I ever leave Mungo's I'm going to burn this robes. Somehow. Because they are fireproof. I learned that last week.

4. Magical Bugs. I'm stuck here for another week. I hate this ward. I really do. Too many potions and not enough old fashioned charm work. Plus there are too many runny noses.

And high up above earth or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to ( fix you )