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    <title>growing_greener @ 2006-03-21T23:12:00</title>
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    <content type="html">My, my, haven't we all been busy. I know I have. I've had barely anytime at all to sit down this entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, when I did get that little bit of free time, I just couldn't help picking up the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Pansy dear, on finally getting your name in the paper. I would have preferred the society pages had I been you, but the police log is good all the same. Honestly, I never pegged you for the criminal type when we were in school, but then again, never judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I'm only teasing. &lt;s&gt;I am worried.&lt;/s&gt; If you need a lawyer, you know who to call. I have connections in the Ministry and I'm willing to help. We Slytherins have to stick together. Especially when everyone is pointing fingers at us these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news- a Gala! How marvelous. It's been a long time since I've had a good party. &lt;s&gt;Pansy, you better be out of there by the time this comes around. I am NOT mingling alone.&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <title>growing_greener @ 2006-03-14T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-15T03:58:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Two weeks in Prague and my once tidy desk is trashed with paperwork. Why in Salazar's name does it feel like I am the only one doing work around here? I've only been dealing with the legal consequences of rounded up war criminals for the past fortnight. Merlin forbid I ever have a day off when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this heap the Ministry is throwing at me, I really deserve a &lt;s&gt;promotion&lt;/s&gt; lapdog of some sort. &lt;s&gt;A muggle preferably.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did travel to Four Winds last night to see Mother and Father. But that was no picnic. Mother's fallen into a complete state of distress, though I don't much blame her. But still, locking yourself under a canopy all day and night is a bit over dramatic. If she really cares so much, she should be doing something- like I am. And I am doing something, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Father's proud of me. The man has some notion of logic, unlike Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm even bothering to write in this foolish thing. It's late and I have to unpack. All I can say is, though England's not the way I quite pictured anymore, it's good to be home.</content>
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