I have been locked in that room for far too long: I think the fuels are getting to me. Never again, Fred, never again will you work for sixty hours straight on Runes while processing Floo powder at the same time... I don’t want to end up as dirty, as black and as magically drained again.
At least the Runes for the modified Floo are perfect now, if I do say so myself. I’m rather proud of them: the Order can now deliver almost anything anywhere with standard wards, and no receiver is needed. Ah, runic charms... I have found a use for them after all.
I still have to retrieve the Innocuous Stink Bombs from the dump room... I have no idea where I last left them since they were lethal... No, not quite. The Bombs were more like dangerously lethal: they cost Charlie his eye before he… Before.
Meh. I better go eat. George and me are on a tight schedule: the party where George has decided to test the Bombs and the new Floo is on Sunday.
I should go and search for the Bombs. Then I’ll have to ask for a live coverage of the Death Eater party: I need to know how the experiment is going, and if I have to remove, modify or add anything else to my little wonders.
But then again, how are we going to get coverage? Muggles used to use radiowaves… Or we could get Skeeter, and spell her beetle eyes... And ‘Imperio’ her, and make her go to the party...
Why not? I like that. I like that a lot.
- Music:Chemical processing