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Daily Prophet! Daily Prophet! Daily Prophet! I've been scurrying everywhere, writing for the Daily Prophet.
All my reports have been successful and alot of people have been reading them. Some are still skeptical or just don't believe that Voldemort is back.
Who knew being a journalist required running? I think I'm getting rather skinny.
But I had to leave work early as I have guests this evening! My friends are coming over to celebrate my birthday!
June 13, 1975. The day lovely Elladora Bryce was born.
I never got to celebrate my birthday this year, with me writing about the Triwizard Tournament, there was no time. I planned celebrating it with Cedric but..
⠀ I let out a sigh, closing the door behind me. I cleaned my house, speck and spun.
"It may be not a happy birthday this time.." ⠀
Putting the record on, I started cooking. Now, this has never been a strength of mine, but I atleast try...
Oh what the hell, they'll bring food anyway.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Ella!" They exclaimed in unison, making themselves comfortable in my home.
"Oh you guys! I just cleaned!" Eddy immediately put his feet on the table.
Viri started setting up the table as Jean changed the records.
⠀ "Jesus Ella, what'd you cook for us? Slop?" Viri laughed at me giving her my middle finger.
"Piss off Viri, you know how I suck at cooking."
⠀ Eddy turned on the Televison, flipping through the channels. "How's being a journalist, Els?"
"It's unbelievable, Eds. I've been running everywhere just to report on something." I sighed, sitting down beside him as Jean plopped beside me.
⠀ "You're not Rita's apprentice anymore? You're independent now, right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, after my first report's been published, she finally let me go."
Jean laughed, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Alright, foods ready everyone!" Viridian called us, summoning us three to the kitchen.
Eddy dipped a finger in the cake, Viri hit him immediately.
"Oi! Wash your hands, you arse!"
"I washed 'em already! It's just cake, you cocklesuck."
They started arguing even more as me and Jean laughed with snorts escaping us. ⠀
The plates and utensils clanging on the table as we served ourselves some food.
