Woe is me (Shakespeare used this form, imbeciles – "It is I" is fine, but "Woe is I" is simply pompous modern confusion!)... I've had one decent night to myself and now it's back in the field, rubbing shoulders delicately with students, aurors, Death Eaters and every other manner of undesirable. They nearly caught the "Old Bat" this time, but I flew up the stairs into the belfry and out the vents. And they wonder why I look constipated and put in extra orders of Wiz-Lax from the Apothecary (cheaper than brewing my own). Well, of course! A spy's life is ever the relaxing jaunt.
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