Hugh Li

Based on the newest paperwork going around, I have a proposition to all you 'true wizards and witches' out there.

Now, I know we're not a business or shop, but if you feel like you've been slighted out of a job at the Department of Mysteries, feel free to owl me your CV. If you're really as qualified and talented as any of my coworkers, I'll make sure to pass your information onto my superior. After all, if you really are that smart, it'd be a dream to work alongside you.

( Warded Private )

Today is 'take advantage of the sunlight before we have to lock ourselves up in the flat for the night' day. And my lovely lady for the day has dressed up in celebration. She even struck a lovely pose.

( Wave your wand for picture )

We'll see where she leads me today. I'll bet good money that ice cream is on the list. Otherwise, we are following the whims of her wonderful mind.

( Private )

[Private to Friends] (includes all of the Department of Mysteries)

If anyone stops by Florean's today, the ice creams on me!

[Failed Private Ward]

Hrm... one of the nifflers seems to be missing. Ah well, any good reason to retrace my steps back to Florean's is a good one. I doubt it'll do any harm.




Unless it's the niffler we put a manticore brain in... Where are my notes?

I think next time they decide to do a month of sensitivity training they should just stick to the potlucks, even if I have to explain that I don't know how to make sushi.

It's better than boring you all about myself. Oh yes, it is a truly woeful tale, but aren't they all? My poor, poor parents who longed so for a child, but were left wanting for years and years. They prayed and prayed and were sorely disappointed when all that their prayers got them were a peach tree.

Not that they weren't happy for the tree. It did have good fruit. And miracle of miracles, inside of one of those peaches wasn't a pit, but a little boy! Luckily they cut up their peaches carefully and the bit of ear I lost grew back. Of course, a baby randomly appearing would raise far too many eyebrows, so they moved to dreary England to start a new life. They had grand plans of this new life, but being cooped up in a big castle for 7 years didn't sound like too much fun, so I ran away.

I wandered for many and all would have been lost if the dragons hadn't found me. Oh, those kindly dragons who cared for me as if I was their own. I would still be with them in their magical kingdom of clouds and rainbows if it hadn't been for the delicious scent of ice cream wafting from Diagon Alley. One taste of those frozen, bacon-and-cranberry-flavored treats brought me back to the world of clothes, jobs, and flammable things.

Alas that I could never go back to my dear dragon brothers. But I'm not allowed. For, you see, I don't really work in the Department of Mysteries. I'm a prisoner, kept so that they can try and learn the dragons' language and find where their secret stores of gold are. So, instead, I have to console myself by writing my story on my body. This weekend, Sue helped by adding some ink on my arm to show the debt and heartache I owe to ice cream.

( Wave wand for picture )

It'll go well with the ink already on my body.

( Wave wand for picture (semi-NSFW due to bare bum) )


And now that you know my boring, sad story, who's up for some chaos ice cream tomorrow?

Well, my weekend is all tied up with plans involving a very cute, very special lady. And we started it off right with some experimenting in the kitchen tonight.

( Wave your wand )

I’d like to apologize ahead of time to anyone in the Magical Creatures department if they see an upswing on illegally imported dragon eggs. Apparently people didn’t realize that I was joking when I mentioned that soft boiled dragon eggs are a delicacy in Japan when they kept asking me if the food was authentic. For the sake of the poor Chinese Fireballs and their unborn offspring, please note that my experience with Japanese food consists of take-away from Asian restaurants. You have just as likely a chance of knowing what the delicacies are as I would.


[Private]
Funny how after being ‘Chinese’ for so long that a comment like that would set me off. Maybe it’s all this sensitivity training. They mean well, but I’m not sure how pointing out everyone’s differences is actually helping. Let alone thinking that you could sum up an entire culture merely with its cuisine.

Of course, few others would have been able to pull off that stunt I did. I would have laughed to see Croaker try. I’m sure he would have been yelled at for being a racist arse or something else along those lines. Sounds like the start of an interesting experiment...
[/Private]

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