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Something very interesting is going on with Alessio Zabini. Something that I'm not privy to. Usually if someone had been around as long as he's been and hadn't managed to make magister yet, he wouldn't still be tolerated, but we've all known for a very long time that Alessio's special. I mean, I do remember that Artisson hadn't been a prefect for seconds when Alessio moved into Slytherin, by which I mean into his room, and for some reason Bumblebore let him. It certainly wasn't that easy for me with Jerome, and I was a prefect too, after all. Even if I did have Portia and Verity and Artisson and Eleanor Chang on my side--and we did rule the House back then.

Something very interesting's going on, and I want to know what it is. Jameson doesn't know. He only knows that Alessio's going to be working now with Malfoy, who was Artisson back in the day. As if that's a surprise to anyone. And of course he's pleased that they managed to pull the Lovegood boy back from the door of death, but he doesn't like the other things he's seeing in the charts. I just want to know what Király's girlfriend had to do with it all, and why she's in such a foul humour.

Kiran Zeller and Seth Goldstein are working my last good nerve today. They are not as funny as they think they are. Király thinks they're funny, but she would.

I wonder what Jerome is doing. His little sister Thecla was apparently present when that girl died in the fire at the Three Broomsticks. We used to go there every Saturday. I should probably write and ask if she's doing all right. Also, I owe Aunt Dorothy letters, as in plural, and I know better than to keep her waiting long.

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It's going to be a very long day. There's a little boy come in from Hogwarts, one of Allison's patients, and Jameson spent some time in his office with one of the parents, which probably means that it's going to be bad.

Someone came in with a bite that looks suspiciously lupine; everyone hates that, but it's worst when they've hidden it and gone home and they've infected other people. At least that's not the case with this one. Jameson handles that better than most of the others do. I think Malfoy and Király take it the worst, which is odd, because they're the ones who see most of the damage that lycanthropes cause. Of course Malfoy sets himself up for the fall, because he goes in and prays with them first. But Király's from Eastern Europe, where this has been going on since about the beginning of time, and she isn't religious. Of course she's also the one who's sympathetic to all the ones who drink and smoke and eat themselves into whatever trouble they're in, so I suppose it's to be expected, from her.

Randomly: Susie Kyteler is still bent out of shape about her biscuits. Aunt Dorothy wants to know if I'm ever going to get hand-fasted. I wonder what silly challenge van Rensselaer is going to come up with next for us all. Also, I wonder who's keeping track of Malfoy's betting books now he's on medical leave. Probably Susie, since Miss Rosier's not here, but I ought to ask Allison since she's in on the vast majority of the pools.

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I came back to St Mungo's to acquire the credentials to teach Healing in the field. I did not come back to St Mungo's to get involved in somebody else's problems. I am going to charm that to appear inside my eyelids every time I look at the head of Intractable Curses. Because he is sweet. And engaging. And involved with a whole lot of people, none of whom are me. And everyone thinks I am sleeping with him. And I'm not. And there is not a silent 'yet' at the end of that sentence. Or the previous one.

I want to, but I'm not. And I'm not going to be as long as he is married to that woman. Because I can think of lots of things that would be more fun than having Julissa Rosier-Wilkes for a rival. Like having my teeth opened up to charm the rot out from inside. Or eating a hive of bees on toast.

If he wants me, he is going to have to make room in his life for me. By which I do not mean removing someone from his dance card on alternate Tuesdays. It would be one thing to compete with Julissa Rosier and another thing entirely to compete with Julissa Rosier, Laurens van Rensselaer, Beatrice Morgan, Alessio Zabini and Aradia only knows who else.

Work is not boring tonight. The wife of the Secretary for Internal Affairs has been committed by her husband. There are legal papers in the works as we speak, I am informed. Corinne Allison looks like a tank has run over her and she wants to go and chase it down and light incendiaries under it but she's afraid there might be people inside. The mother of the woman who's been committed is raising hell and Priscilla Chattox-Kyteler is, in the immortal words of Miss Katherine Turpin, "loaded for bear". How lucky I am to live in such interesting times.

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If this were a comic opera, the fact that half the magistri are down in Cornwall would mean we'd get a major influx of war casualties or a lightning raid today.

But it's not a comic opera, so we're all bored beyond belief, and Király let Zitek go because he's even more bored here today than I am. I hope she's still bored when Malfoy comes back, because she won't be once he wants her explanation, and Malfoy's going to be in such a good mood...