My feelings are ...

I'm worried about Katie - has anyone heard from her recently?

Private to Malcolm

Did your mother mention that she stopped by yesterday morning?

Private

I'm not quite sure what to think about Katie up and disappearing. I'm caught between worry because this is completely new and not anything I expected and anger because she's being so selfish and she didn't tell me where she was going, making me worry. Aren't we friends?

And ... why is she talking to Sam and not to me? Sam's a great girl and I like her a lot, but I can't help but be really hurt that I'm not the one she's talking to. I can't help but wonder if I did something to arse her off.

Private to Lennon

Up to anything interesting lately?

Private to Malcolm

I finally got everything unpacked! Want to help me celebrate somehow?

So what is it about Mondays? Mine was ... interesting to say the least. As a hint, it involved someone big enough to be half-giant, someone else small enough (and old enough) to be Flitwick's sister and a very large order of chocolates.

Private to Lennon

Not to sound like a fifteen year old or anything, but it's official - Malcolm and I are dating. Or at least we agreed it's more than shagging.

And where have you been all week? I feel as if I haven't seen you in AGES.

Private to Katie

I miss you! When are you coming back?

Private to Friends

I've got a new job! I sat the accountancy exam this morning and the results were rather quick (as one might expect from an exam about numbers!) I passed and that means I am now a Certified Public Accountant. I also have two accountancy positions! I met up with Gideon Warbeck of the Sensual Hedonist yesterday and he offered me a position as the accountant and manager of the shop. I, of course, accepted, and while delivering a little gift to my favorite newly engaged couple, George Weasley also hired me on as an accountant!

Um, just don't tell my mum I'm working in an adult novelties shop, yeah?

Also, I've decided to give up my flat here in the city and move out a bit. With a roommate. If things go well, I'm meeting Emma to look at a place in the country. The difference in monthly rent will offset my lower pay from the three jobs I have now. Plus - NO GOBLINS!

So ... who's going to help me move? I'll buy pizza.

Private to Malcolm

Want to help me celebrate?

Private

Buggering hell. Why does everything go so pear-shaped all at once? My job's going to shite and there's nothing at all in the Prophet that looks appealing and I'm qualified for, and though I wanted want to get over Lennon, why do I have to actually begin to fancy the bloke I'm shagging? And the fact that the latter seems off to me just shows me how bloody screwed up I am.

He and Lennon are nothing alike, aside from their similar coloring. They're in different jobs, they've got different personalities, different interests ... how can I fancy them both? And how long will it be before I start comparing Malcolm to Lennon? It always happens and Malcolm's going to come up short, I just know it. They always do.

And it isn't as if Malcolm and I are dating officially. All we do is shag. And talk. And eat dinner.

Why have I got myself in this situation again? I've been here before, shagging a bloke, beginning to like him, and I just know that he's not serious. He's only interested because I'm acting like a complete slag. It'll be William Livingston all over again - me expecting an actual relationship and getting laughed at.

FUCK.

Okay, enough about that. I need to get another job. I'll just ... I'll sign up to sit the exam to become a Certified Public Accountant. I think it's this week or next. Now I just need to find actual account's to account.

Private to Katie

How are you feeling?

And ... I have news. I have a date. An honest-to-goodness date. Plus, taken hostage today. Talk about a strange week.

Well, today was ... fun. If, by fun, I mean fucking ridiculous! It's bad enough that I was out of work because the goblins took over the bloody bank but to take us all hostage, that's bloody insane. INSANE.

I'm seriously thinking about switching careers. Anyone have any ideas for me?

Seriously? The BARTER SYSTEM? What the hell am I going to do, anyway, about my bills? They're going to come due sooner rather than later, and my pay packet and savings is stuck with the goblins. What am I supposed to barter in order to pay my rent?

Private to Sebastian Montague

Hello - I'm Leanne Cooper, coordinator of Love Links. When can you meet your blind date? She's available pretty much whenever at the moment.

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Private
And what the hell is up with me and Malcolm Urquhart, anyway? He's not all that good-looking.




Really.

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Private

Buggering hell, I can't believe I slept with Malcolm. It was brilliant, but, hell, when did I become such a slag to have a one night stand? He's going to tell his mates, I just know it.

But it's nothing to be ashamed of, right?

And I hardly thought of Lennon at all, which is good, right? Even if they do have the sam hair color.

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Private to Lennon and Katie

So, I may have had a one off the other night.

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Hello Love Links participants!

Yes, if you can read this, you signed up for the best match-making service this side of the pond! Or at least I hope it'll be. Lennon and I have tried to accommodate your requests, though not all could be accommodated.

That being said, you don't get to find out who you're matched with until the date itself! Send us a note, owl (make sure your owl isn't infected, please) or get in touch somehow to give me good times and dates you can meet! We'll find a mutually agreeable time for you two to meet!

Remember, we make no promises, and we're not to be held liable for anything that happens (no blaming us if you fall into bed with your date! Not that I know about that or anything.)

ENJOY!

All right, people, the fantabulous, wonderful, and gorgeous Lennon and I had an idea, which is coming to fruition before your very eyes.

Lonely? Need a date for that big event? Tired of the meat market at most clubs and pubs? Then you're in luck!

Love Links is here to help!

Reply to my journal (ward it to me and Lennon only!) with your name, age, and what sorts of things you're looking for in a mate (including a preferred gender!), and we'll set you up with another eligible witch or wizard, arranging a time and place for you to meet. What happens once you get there is up to you two!

There is currently no fee for being linked. By giving us your name, you are absolving us from any responsibility or liability about anything that may or may not occur between you and your date on the date itself, as well as in the future. We are not a professional dating service, just two people who are also looking for love!

Has anyone seen the Muggle film 'The Birds' by Alfred Hitchcock? Yeah, I'm feeling as if they're doing a remake here. My neighbor's owl has been glaring balefully at me through the window all morning and when I went to open it to get some fresh air, it launched itself at me. Got the window closed in time, but I swear, I've never seen an owl look that pissed off before.

Bloody hell, now my neighbor's screaming like a banshee. OH sh

Oh my God, it attacked her! I watched it happen and now she's on her way to hospital, Stunned owl in tow. She thinks it might have gone mad.

At least it wasn't just me.

All right, people. Help me celebrate my 30th!

Tomorrow night - Atlantis in London (not far from Diagon). It's got a separate wizarding level, so no worries about Flooing home (or Apparating, if you're able).

We'll meet around ten thirty - things should be getting started then, and wear comfortable shoes for dancing!

See you there, right? The more the merrier!

Private

In the past few weeks I've met two blokes. Had a great conversation with one and a lovely coffee date with another, and have I heard from either? No, of course not.

What's wrong with me? I don't think I'm all that unpleasant. Lennon doesn't seem to think I'm bad at all. Even if I don't have a prick.

And I'm going to be turning thirty. THIRTY! When did I get so old? Maybe I should just give in and go buy a boatload of kneazles from Magical Menagerie. Bet I could get them on a steep discount if I took the whole lot.
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All right, people, give me some good ways to celebrate a thirtieth twenty-ninth thirtieth birthday. Or, conversely, ways to live up my last two days in my twenties.

Is anybody going to the memorial service for Lorcan d'Eath? It'll likely be a mob scene for the twelve to seventeen crowd who are in mourning. And just because I was part of that crowd in my early twenties means nothing. Nobody wants to get caught up in a mob of sobbing, hysterical girls.

In other news, I respectfully ask that anyone with a Gringotts vault check their balance prior to withdrawing funds by owl or having a store withdraw for you. I feel like I'm drowning in overdraft notices. Just because you have cheques left doesn't mean that you have the galleons, which I really wouldn't think I'd have to explain to grown men, but apparently that isn't the case, as several have owled back that excuse.

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