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  <subtitle>From the Mind of Catalina Marcelasco</subtitle>
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    <title>Goblins and Wizards</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T08:38:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was walking home today from work at Double Edged and ran into a cute young lady who was peering through a shop window at a beautiful necklace. I took the time to stop by and chat, but before we could become acquainted, an old man was thrown through the window. It was rather startling. Goblins and two men, who I believe work at the Ministry, stepped out, and all Hell broke lose on the street. I was even hit by a flying mattress. It was over fairly quickly, but the poor girl I met had glass all in her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met the somewhat infamous Vincent Nosfertum - that's who I believe it was - and also someone I think must've been Randy Drake, from what I've heard of her. She seemed perfectly pleasant. There was also a nice man who seemed to be the one girl's boyfriend, of a sort; I think he was Marcus, but it was a bit rushed. I know he works for the Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, it made walking home quite a bit more interesting, at the very least.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>OOC: Catalina Marcelasco</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T07:57:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This is the first post for the journal of Catalina Marcelasco, half-veela, champion fencer, and agent for the divison for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She currently resides at a small flat in London.</content>
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