Millicent Bulstrode

I had a sniffle. Now I have a snuffle. I think it is the children's fault. I was healthy before they invaded the Ministry last week. I would not be surprised if it were a conspiracy. We did not have any Slytherins, after all.

My quill is acting strangely. I think the child Hufflepuff did something to it. I noticed her making suspicious wand movements somewhere near my desk. She did not appreciate what we do to the dangerous creatures. She should have been grateful that we did not do the same to her.

If this happens again next year, I believe I will be unable to attend.

Blah blah blah blah blah. You all sound exactly the same. I am sick of apologies and scribblings-out. I would like you all to speak of something else now.

If you are too stupid to think of something new, I shall give you an appropriate topic.

Oh my goodness, I look an absolute mess! Girls, could I possibly borrow a lipstick or spray of perfume from someone? After all, a woman's most important duty is to look good at all times!

I believe I'm due to investigate a disturbance that was reported this morning, but I'm putting it off as long as possible. Dangerous creatures are dangerous! It's all a bit scary, really. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to apply for this position.

I NEED A HUG, PEOPLE!

I do not understand why everyone is complaining. The area around my desk smells much less like man-sweat now. We should have a hurricane every week!

Has anyone seen my quill? It is black, bad-tempered and quill-shaped.

( M. Bulstrode )