Jamie Gibbon

( Application for Jamie Gibbon )

Not even ice cream is sacred anymore? Bloody hell.

[Warded to Edward, Jocelyn & Moira]

Our presence has been requested by my mother for a family dinner this weekend.

She was supposed to get off my case once you got pregnant, Joce. Now she's just being greedy.

[Warded to Moira]

I'll be out most of the night tonight, starting midnight and I should be back well before dawn. Do you have a craving for chocolate, by any chance?

[Warded to Moira]

How'd you manage to wake up before I did?

Happy Birthday, Moi. I made your gift a little more challenging to find.

[Warded to Ed Yaxley]

You could have at least told me you were going to make me an uncle while you drank me under the table.

[Warded Private]

Stabbed in the fucking shoulder. With a sign. Think I maybe got 5 points.

Not going to mention that fact to the lot of them.


Still. Not dead. Not captured Live to fight/survive another day. At least I got cream puffs out of it.

[Warded to Moira]

Er-

I don't mean to alarm you, but I think there still might be some splinters in my shoulder.

[Warded to Jocelyn]

Well? Is it the plague? You should probably warn me if you're going to die.

[Warded Private]

Well, at least He waited until after my honeymoon. Does this thing have to be so bloody annoying, though? Keep itching at it.

The trolls are responding well to commands today, surprising, given I was gone for a week. I've got seven that are almost ready for security placement - might see if there's a few locations we should focus on first.

[Warded to Moira]

I'll be home late tonight, I'm not sure when. Business.

I won't complain if you want to wait up for me, though.

It's official; I'm a married me. We're thankful for everyone that was able to attend the wedding and cheers to all the well wishes and congratulations.


Don't provoke the trolls while I'm on my honeymoon.

[Warded to Edward Yaxley and Rabastan Lestrange]

You two have my location if you need me; we're not far out so I can apparate back in if the need arises. If my contact has information, I'll pass along the word. I've got a secure lockbox in my house that both you can access, and that's where the information will be.

A quiet week would be nice, though. You're going to need some kind of industrial pulley charm to get me out of this bed if it's an emergency.

[Warded to Cecily Mulciber]

How are you faring?

Before the wedding, I set up a secure lockbox in my house. It's behind the painting of my great-grandfather, in the back hallway. You have access to touch it and are on the wards in my house, and it would be a good place to store anything of vital importance. Do you think that will suffice for the week?

[Warded to Rabastan]

I better as fuck not get burned right before my wedding. No jokes about the beard being gone, either.

[Warded to Moira]

I won't be around tonight, but you're welcome to stay over at the house. Rabastan and I are having a night out on the town, should be back before it gets too late. Have dinner with me on Thursday, though?

It's official: I look like a bloody pubescent teenager when I shave off my beard. The things I do for love.

[Warded to Stag Party Attendees]

Cheers, mates. Know I already said it, but thanks for the party. Was a bloody good evening.

Who's gonna be next on the chopping block?

[Warded to Moira]

I've got the time off of work - two weeks - and the cottage paid for and booked. All ready to go.

[Warded to Rabastan]

Getting married is a lot of bloody work. Elope, when you finally get around to it. But stay single for another decade so I can continue to live vicariously through you, yeah?

[End Wards]

Let me just say how glad I am that my job doesn't require Team Building training. I don't think the Trolls would be very good at it.

( Warded Private )

[Warded to Andromeda]

I How's th How are you?

HA. Cuddles and Turkey.

Are we actually sure this is from the famed Order of the Phoenix and not some new rubbish comedy serial? If the latter is the case, I might start willingly tuning in.

[Warded to Death Eaters]

They really reached for that one, didn't they? Seems to be better publicity for us than it is them.

[Warded to Moira]

Stick by your journal tomorrow evening. I've got something of a pre-wedding gift for you.

[Warded Private]

I can be just as much of a little shit, Prewett, and I've got a lot more power behind me.

[Warded to Rabastan Lestrange, Fletcher Avery, Barty Crouch Jr, Heathcliff Jugson, Walden Macnair, Severus Snape, Cassius Travers, Max Wilkes, Antonin Dolohov, Dominic Yaxley]

Which of you lot is single and wants a date to my wedding?

Nothing like a troll with a cold. Almost makes them easy to understand, when they sound all raspy. Then they sneeze on you and you're completely covered in bogeys.

Brilliant day. Perfect way to follow up terrorists on the Wireless. What else is this week going to bring us?

[Warded to Moira]

Getting together with the blokes for poker night on Friday. You want to have dinner tonight? I promise I'm showered now. My parents invited us, but I'll warn you, mum's got some kind of twinkle in her eye. Can't tell if she's got some mental plan for the wedding or if she's already going to start in on grandkids. She isn't getting anywhere with Joce and Ed.

[Warded to Andromeda Private]

You al

[Warded to Rabastan and Ed]

Apparently it's acceptable for my lovely fiancée to parade the Longbottom around as Matron of Honour, but I try inviting a Prewett and it ensues a bloody screaming fit.

Drinks. I need a lot of them. Tonight?

[Warded to Dolohov]

You haven't humiliated me in the dueling ring in a while. Care to tomorrow night?

[Warded to Fabian Prewett]

Your invitation has been rescinded.

[Warded Private]

Merlin’s balls. Did I know how many bloody china patterns there were before I went into this? No. No, I didn’t.

This is ridiculous. Why can’t weddings just plan themselves? Why does she even need my input? Why is my life like this? Why can’t I just go to a Quidd-

Oh right. NO Quidditch. Thanks Dea-

Oh, right.
Ha.

It’s not so fun when you’re making fun of yourself without anyone else around to laugh at you, really. Still better than worrying about the DMLE and their Unforgivable Unforgivables.

[Warded to Moira]

Mum wants to have us over for dinner. Forgot to tell you sooner, sorry about that.

Probably would be easier to remember things like that if you just moved in.