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[Dec. 1st, 2010|09:33 pm] |
I am now an official employee of the Ministry for Magic. An archives clerk, specifically.
I was obviously destined for greatness. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2010|06:52 pm] |
I woke up just a few hours ago in the bathtub, completely clothed, feeling like someone took a beater's bat to my skull with purpose. I remember nothing that happened past 11 o'clock last night.
Terence, I'd look to you for answers, but something tells me I'd be better off just not knowing. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|09:51 pm] |
I was under the impression that I was getting a bit OLD forced family (if you can call us that) dinners, but that's how I involuntarily spent my birthday. Three or four hours of weird, uncomfortable silence with my dad, Jocunda, Aunt Bernice and my grandfather, who's getting to be so feeble-looking that I got the creepy and distinct impression that he might just be rotting from the inside out. He didn't say much. Couldn't even remember my name, just kept falling in and out of this state of half-sleep-half-awareness. Dad drank (pretty sure it's the only thing he knows how to do around mum, who kept alluding to a new boyfriend), and Aunt Bernice made underhanded remarks about mum and the possibility that she'd recently enlisted the help of some heavy cosmetic magic.
So, happy sodding birthday to me. Can we rewind it back to Halloween night now? |
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[Oct. 6th, 2010|10:05 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY ]
Are you finally over your broken nose which probably took all of five minutes to properly heal? You can't say you didn't have it coming, either. [ / END ] |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2010|05:41 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO SUSAN BONES ]
Hey, what's another name for "backstabber"? You seem like the most qualified person to ask. [ / END ] |
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[Sep. 26th, 2010|09:37 pm] |
Starting to realise that it might not be such a bad idea if I just lost this thing for an indefinite period of time.
Sally and I are moving on the first. I was starting to second guess the decision, but it looks as though dad has every intention of selling this place in the near future. So I'll be in South Kensington while he looks for a smaller place nearby. The move hardly seems worth it if he'll still be practically within earshot. But whatever. What's done is done. I've already paid off both deposits and the first month in full.
[ PRIVATE TO THEODORE NOTT ]
What's the application process like? ... You know, for the hit-wizard programme. [ END ] |
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[Sep. 25th, 2010|05:27 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO SALOME SPINKS ]
Move in day is the first. How's your packing coming along? Or have you even started yet? [ END ] |
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[Sep. 13th, 2010|04:46 am] |
She left. She finally fucking left.
I'm too stunned to even properly celebrate. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2010|11:52 pm] |
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Fuck it. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2010|05:41 am] |
[ PRIVATE TO SUSAN BONES ]
So.. Hannah's speaking to me again. I think. I mean, it's not like anyone's got her hands behind her back and making her reply. Not that she could without the use of her hands. Unless she had a dictoquill or something. But that would just defeat the purpose.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO--
I feel fucking stupid.
Anyway.
Are you .. busy today? [ / END ] |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|08:08 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO HANNAH ABBOTT ]
I don't really expect much of an answer from you, but it can't hurt to ask. Does Susan ever.. talk about me? Or write about me. Either way. [ / END ] |
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[Aug. 30th, 2010|01:05 am] |
[ PRIVATE TO JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY ]
For what it's worth, I'm sorry. About your face. [ / END ] |
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[Aug. 28th, 2010|10:37 am] |
FREE AT LAST.
[ PRIVATE TO SALOME SPINKS ]
Can we go somewhere? Do something? Anything? I mean anything. I could go to a pro-muggleborn and post-war reparations rally and it'd still be better than just sitting around at home all day. I can honestly say that I have the most thorough understanding of the word 'restless'.
Or we could shag. At least that constitutes more than converting oxygen into carbon dioxide and staring at the walls. I'm not picky. [ / END ] |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2010|02:00 am] |
[ PRIVATE ]
Ok, so in retrospect it was pretty stupid. I'd offer up an apology (as empty as it would be) if I thought it'd do any good, but I did call Hannah a 'cunt' - at least that's what I've been told - so I really doubt either of them are in a forgiving mood. Besides, it felt good. Maybe I should've punched him months ago. Right at Ernie's wake. ..If he'd even been there. Fly in, swing some fists, and everyone would've been all, "Oh, his hetero life-partner just died. It's ok." Shouldn't have hesitated for three months, I guess. I'll just wait to re-integrate. Too soon to cross that bridge just yet.
Still trying to figure out why I agreed to let McKenna make and send out 'apology' cupcakes. How fucking gay. Susan probably took one look at them, hung her head in frustration, then went, "No wonder he's trying to drink his problems away. He's still trying to come out to his conservative father." And it's not true, I only snogged Milton Robles two or three times in that broom cupboard sixth year and we agreed the last time we'd never talk about it ever again. I don't like men, they're just convenient. But cupcakes? Who fucking does that?
Fuck. [ / END ]
Whoever said writing out what's on your mind is therapeutic is an idiot. I was better off alphabetising the books in dad's study. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2010|06:47 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO SALOME SPINKS ]
So I can narrow down the selection: what was the price range you had in mind? |
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[Aug. 16th, 2010|05:14 pm] |
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House arrest is boring. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2010|07:35 pm] |
[ PRIVATE TO SUSAN BONES ]
Did the thought of me quietly doubting your abilities over your shoulder help any? |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2010|05:17 pm] |
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Even if I did want to work for a living, I still wouldn't know what the fuck to do with myself. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|10:46 pm] |
[ several inebriated hours later from his original post... ]
[ PRIVATE TO SUSAN BONES ]
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|04:00 am] |
Oh, Scotch.
Time and time again I return to your sweet, golden liquid embrace. |
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