Sexy Reporter

[Enchanted to Adrian]

Pucey, you still owe me a visit. Over a week fucking late. I'm going to go crazy if I keep waiting for you so I can make myself take this damn test. It'd better be negative.

I have one of those girly pizzas with veggies on it that blokes seem to hate and some beer if you want to come over this evening.

I'm late.

I have never been late. Ever. In my life.

I want to kill something.

That is all.

[Enchanted to Friends (which somehow now includes Adrian's Friends)]

Oh lordy, I do ever hope that my gentleman caller is still willing to accept my mama's meager dowry for me and our bastard child.

However did the media survive without fake pregnancy news? I'll never know.

Seriously, they need new material. I found myself bored.

[Enchanted to Adrian]

After your mum leaves this weekend can you come over? We need to talk. Or Monday?

I swear, Alicia fucking jinxed me, that bitch.

[Publicly Enchanted]

So, apparently one good thing came out of this fuckery from the Ministry, I got hired on full-time at The Prophet! Go me!

{Enchanted to Friends]

All right, out with it. What in the Hell did I miss after this all went down?

( Shenanigans )

[Enchanted to Marcus]

Feeling sober, yet?

And for the record, if I had any power at that paper, I'd have stopped them reporting anything. But since I don't...just remember, try to keep Oliver out of this. He doesn't need his career ruined. I don't like you very much, but I do sympathize for anyone who needs to hide who they really are, so I do feel for you. But I don't think Oliver has any idea who he is now, so just keep that in mind.

[Enchanted to Oliver]

OY! Mate, out of the potion yet? And if so, still gay?

[Publicly Enchanted]

I spent Christmas with mum, which was...interesting to say the least. I then got Alicia nice and drunk. And then, I did something completely foreign to me; I spent Christmas with a boy!

He's a rather charming, sexy, wonderful bloke too.

Want to know a secret?

I think I'm keeping him.

[Enchanted to Friends]

Seriously, back the fuck off. I like him. A lot. He's one of the good ones. And I'm fucking happy for once, so don't ruin this. Let me be happy, yes?

[Enchanted to Adrian]

I'm working on a flyer for some Ministry sponsored New Year's Party. Do you want to attend? Or should we not be lame and so something better?

[Enchanted to Adrian]

Here's a little something extra for Christmas:

( Cut for Sexy? )

[Enchanted to Adrian]

Can you come over after practice?

Have you read my-

Fuck.

I can't remember the last time that I cried like this. Adrian doesn't love me. This is all the potion talking. Sure, I knew there was something off and I am still fighting it, but it was nice to be with someone again. It's sick, but I don't want to come out of this.

I miss being in a real relationship. I've been hiding from them for so long and now...now I know it's what I want and I feel fucked. I was fine being in denial. Now everything hurts. I probably shouldn't go find him and try to suck up as much time as I can before he reads my article or the potion fades away, but I'm going to. Because I'm pathetic and because I can't fight off the need to.

Fuck!

[Publicly Enchanted]

I have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.

When in the fuck did this happen?

I'm both quite pleased and terrified that I will fuck this up at the same time.

[Enchanted to Adrian]

You will tell me when I'm being unreasonable and crazy, right? And not just hold it in and then use it against me like some blokes do? And don't be offended when I keep you away from my mum on purpose, she's just crazy and I don't want her to put crazy ideas in your head with all of her psycho babble bullshit.

[Enchanted to Percy]

What is going on? Everyone is behaving like they're insane! Did something happen while Adrian and I were on our date? Because Alicia is all over Miles, that ass, Gabrielle is all up on Draco, who should be dead, and everyone else is behaving like love sick fools.

OOC: This is all before the potion.

[Enchanted to Friends]

I fucking hate Miles Bletchley. I've never actually wanted to stab someone in the face before, but I want to stab him. You have no idea how bad.

[Publicly Enchanted to All Ya'll Bitches]

Adrian Pucey and I are in love and nothing that anyone says can stop it. He's wonderful and handsome and perfect and we're going to get married, but not make babies. Though, if he insists, I really don't know how I can tell him-

No.

No children.

Just lots of sex.

Speaking of-

Back off. He's mine. And none of you can have him. That hot bod is all mine. So suck it.

I just hope that Fred is happy for me.

[Enchanted to Adrian]

I told you that I had proof that I can wear heels.

( Cut for the Sexy )

Remember: women who enjoy sports, liquor, and foul language are still women.

I went to see Fred today. I know that it's been almost two years, but that is not enough fucking time to get over the love of your life. I only took off my engagement ring so Angie would stop tearing up at me and so George would stop looking constipated in my presence. I've been trying this whole...moving on thing, but...

I'm still not over his dying.

There.

It's not fair; Fred was so full of life, they could have taken me, I'm...I'd be okay with dying. I'm honestly kind of a shit person who drinks too much, curses too much, and is probably going to Hell for a lot of sins that have been committed in the bedroom. And if not me, it could have been anyone else.

Anyone but Fred.

So no, I'll never be okay with his death.

Yet, I know that I can't keep turning every decent bloke away because he isn't Fred. Sure, I meet a ton of jerks, but every once in awhile, there will be one or two who aren't that bad.

I'm just a bitch. I don't want to ruin anyone, but Shane can't be the only man in my life. Sleeping around got old a long time ago, but since I stopped, I have nothing but some flirting every now and then at the pub.

I miss being in a real relationship. I just have no fucking clue where to begin looking for one.

Oh Fred, maybe I was just meant for you and now I'm destined to be alone.

[Publicly Enchanted b/c REALLY?]

All right, lads. A word of advice; do not attempt to get into a woman's pants by crying and then later, vomiting all over yourself. And all the while talking about another woman.

It's not sexy.

It is not endearing.

It will not get you into my vagina.

Plus, some of us are Scottish and need a man who can hold his liquor.

Not a big, fucking, gaping wide vagina. If I wanted a vagina, I would go find a hot girl and fuck the shit out of her. Not be out on a date with you.

So when you all bug me about a boyfriend and accuse me of not being over Fred, just know that this kind of behavior is why I stopped dating.

This is why I am content to live alone with my dog.

End my public service announcement.

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( Adorable Journalist )

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