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[26 Jan 2008|11:48pm] |
My uncle is engaged. I guess it's the season. I'm surprised it didn't come sooner. He's a fine man, but his decisions are strange to me sometimes. When his brother doesn't publicly claim his illegitimate child that everyone knows about anyway, Salvador houses his. That in itself isn't strange, but now that I think about it, I don't understand why he didn't just marry the girl's mother. I owled him about that when I was owled about the wedding. He has his reasons apparently and I'll try to be nicer to my cousin for them. It should be happening this summer, so obviously I'll be out of town. Surprisingly, my father was also invited. I don't think he's going. The Auror department is unusually busy. That more than likely means he's seeing someone and doesn't want explain his going to his dead wife's brother's wedding. There is more to it than that, but no one who reads this that doesn't already know needs to know.
( Rida )
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[05 Dec 2007|06:47pm] |
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Someone spilled a bottle of sulfur so I'm taking an early lunch. Don't visit Jigger and Slugs until tomorrow, it should be properly cleaned by then. Please remember, it isn't Christmas yet so stop being so fucking cheerful. I'm already tired of the singing and that's just been from my co-worker. I loathe cheerful people.
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[25 Nov 2007|09:19pm] |
Slug & Jiggers has been open and will remain so if either of these old men have anything to do with it. There's a few other employees here, it isn't so dull I suppose. There's one man that's so happy all the time, I think he might be mad. No one can be that happy. Slug spilled beatle dung in the floor, this bloke was happy to clean it up. I don't understand it.
In better new, my flat is fully furnished and stylish I think. Most visitors seemed to have approved. I'm residing in the higher class flats in Diagon Alley. It's adjacent to everything important and to anyone looking for a flat, I'd suggest it. There are affordable ones on the street. Two bedrooms maybe? I can talk to landlords when I get off of work.
My father gave me his old telly. I'm having trouble working it. What is this channel business and all of these buttons? I'm not sure where this plug thing goes either. At least he didn't really give me mother's painting. He said there was some way to magic it into working in this magical area, but I don't really believe him now.
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[29 Oct 2007|04:06pm] |
I've moved out. Jason returned to my former home with me, along with my sisters. Yes, a second of the three has finally made an appearance. Emilia. She's about my age it would seem and recently graduated from Beauxbaton. The third is off at school, but I'm sure my father will have her come around for the holidays. Knowing him, their mother is still pining after him or something like that. Old dog. We were in his study to snoop take some of my books back that had found their way in there and found something interesting. I was perfectly aware my father had a penpal from his Durmstrang days, but I had no idea she was so fit. He still has pictures of her and we've decided to share these with you all.
( Pasted in pictures )
The old pervert probably took the pictures himself.
( Private )
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[15 Oct 2007|11:37pm] |
( Private )
I have a sister. Three sisters. Welcome bloody home. Marisol swears she knew it all along because they went to school with her at Beauxbaton. I've only met one of them.
If anyone needs me, I'm staying at my aunt's house until I can find a nice flat. If my father asks, tell him I'm doing fine and when I have my own flat that no, he may not visit.
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[01 Oct 2007|12:06pm] |
( Private )
( Private to Yukari )
My birthday seems to have bypassed the radars. I'm not someone who needs a big fuss made by people that I barely even know, but I felt I ought to make mention of the event having passed, nonetheless. So if you feel as though you should say something, now would be the time. Here would be the place. I've already heard it from the important people, but if you'd like to brighten my dull day and give me a pleasantry to consider while that sodding Gryffindor is trying to bite off my fingers, I wouldn't be opposed to the thought.
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[19 Sep 2007|10:33pm] |
( Private )
Stop staring at my face. Idiots.
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[10 Aug 2007|06:38pm] |
All concern can cease, young women who were planning seductions, you've been beaten to the punch. Things are mostly fine, so stop giving me these sad looks in the hallways. They're unappreciated. Do I look upset or depressed? No, I look snarky and irritable depending on my company I may actually appear happy, but don't take this as anything but a ruse that quite a few of you will notice fades the moment I'm spoken to by yourself.
For anyone attending dance classes, don't think my absence last week means you can all slack off. You'll also be interested in knowing that Instructor Jones has come down with a case of whatever it is turning people purple. Some flower, wasn't it? She isn't sick, just purple. For some reason that makes her not want to teach. I was verbally assaulted for telling her she was being silly. Either way, I expect plenty of attendees this Tuesday and no lip from the lot of you.
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[04 Aug 2007|01:07am] |
( Private )
My mother died.
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[13 Jul 2007|01:10am] |
( Private )
( Jason )
You people need to stop stepping on my toes. It's rather irritating. I'd return the favour if I wasn't asked politely to behave myself and act properly from the teacher. I should be getting paid for this nonsense. It's something to hold my attention that is an actual legitimate activity I suppose. It'd be a bit easier if certain young woman wouldn't cat call from the doorway. I may just have to pull certain individuals into the classroom next time.
Daphne, I believe I have the creature you tutored before. He bit my finger so hard I visited the Infirmary just in case. I swore it bled, but perhaps it was just very pink. He must be a werewolf or a vampire perhaps. Slughorn is insistent that I keep the child so I'll just have to locate my gloves from Herbology. This is all exhausting work so I'll be out in the hammocks if I'm needed.
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[18 Jun 2007|10:06pm] |
We've all been laughing at Peregrin, yes, of course. That's how it goes on vacation, it might as well go the same at school. I'm not a brute, I understand that my hair looks silly. That's perfectly fine. Annoying, but fine. I'll just be keeping my hat on. Bloody good thing it hasn't been stolen. Please ladies, don't feel as though lying about my hair flatters me. It's just lying. Nice lying, but lying. There is a small number of people in this school whose opinions I trust and even they tell me it looks dreadful.
So all of you pleasant people that seemed so keen on me being the thief should know, I've been robbed as well. My trainers are gone, why anyone would want those is beyond me, Lucian always said they smelled. My watch and belt are also gone, which I can live with. The watch was my grandfather's, but he isn't dead and I'm sure my mother will just try to buy me a new one if it's gone for good. My belt getting taken is just an inconvenience. I have this constant urge to pull up my pants now, even if they aren't falling down which is not enjoyable. Why would someone take my glasses? I guess I just won't be doing much reading then.
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[12 Jun 2007|11:39am] |
No, N.E.W.T.S are not terrible thus far. Muggle Studies might not have turned out as well as the rest, but there's little to do about that now. Even I have my worse subjects.
Yes, it's excessive that people put themselves out there to find out how much people dislike them all at once. I know that a large percentage of the school hates me and I don't exactly care.
No, I will not be attending the birthday party for the two Sixth years. I'm sure neither want me there.
Yes, my cat has been found. If Rida would like me to come take him, I will. After I find a sodding hat.
No, my hair is not curling. Stop staring at it.
Yes, I do despise the heat.
No. I am not the thief. Why would I take people's things? You should check with the younger Slytherins perhaps. They are nasty little creatures recently.
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[07 Jun 2007|11:13pm] |
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Graham Montague is not to sit at the table. I don't know or care what he's doing with that crazy Gryffindor, but the table doesn't need that sort of contamination. She's Potter Fodder. Give it a week.
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[31 May 2007|08:55pm] |
I think someone stole my cat. I don't know who or why they'd do it, but that stupid cat is no where to be found. Has anyone seen him? He's fat, black and white, short legs. He would answer to Jin if he actually answered to anything at all. If you have food, he will probably try to take it. If you have a female cat, he might try to shag it. He's the laziest creature in this school, so if you spot him, pick him up and drop him off down by Slytherin dormitory.
You know what's unpleasant? Being walked in on during a shag. I'm sure many of you will agree with that.
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[13 May 2007|07:54pm] |
I thought I lost the wax for my Quidditch boots but it seemed I was mistaken. I had only placed it elsewhere. I noticed Maxine lost a pair of socks. That's unfortunate. You're forever an optimist, so if you're down, which I can't imagine you are, hopefully this will cheer you up.
( taped into the journal )
From that picture day event. I believe that's you and my cat, but I could be mistaken.
( Private )
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[30 Apr 2007|10:24pm] |
Occlumancy was interesting. By which I mean it was dull. Admittedly, it wasn't a class quite yet per say. I was surprisedby the number of students as I was under the impression it would be a challenging course. I'm sure half of them will be gone quickly enough. That's about all I'll say about it for now. I'm rather bored at the moment, so I'm just going to draw pictures now. I'm sure they'll be awful, but it will entertain me until I can force myself to finish reading for classes.
( Lazy drawings, utterly public. )
I'd have drawn my good friend Conrad, but I'd have to draw him smoking and obviously hands are quite difficult. For those of you that I did not draw, you should be thankful. Keep in mind that I rarely draw and fully understand that my skills are about the same as a child's. I might take up my quill and draw more if you aren't careful.
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[31 Mar 2007|10:55pm] |
Yes yes, Daphne is pregnant. Zane's a good man, she's a smart girl. The child will be beautiful, it has to be. Unless it's oddly aggressive looking. I'd place my bets on beautiful and no, I'm not taking bets on it. Now that I've said that, can't we all shut up? I can't enter the Commons Room without hearing someone mentioning babies. I'll start passing names on to the father if it happens again.
The elder Creevey's picture game was entertaining. I'll be pasting in the pictures from my Third year journal when I decide which ones are most amusing.
Doncella. I'd love another sandwich whenever you're available. You have a way with those things.
( Private to Jason )
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[28 Mar 2007|02:09am] |
I was looking through an old journal I had from when I was a Third year. I'm not sure why it was in my trunk, probably one of the maids thought it was important. You know how hard it is to find good help. Lovely women all of them, except the old ones. They're all a bit bitter. Hopefully my father's replaced them by now. If there is anything good I can say about the man, it's that he knows how to appreciate fine woman.
The journal. It had a few crude sketches of my friends. If I were the type to properly reminisce then I might have put them in the journal. Luckily, I am not that person. The drawings were about what you'd expect. I believe one was Jason, it had a large ugly mark on it's cheek. Another was smoking, probably Conrad. There were a couple of dragons and pictures from the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I got bored easily that year. No Quidditch must have been the problem.
[Private to Doncella]
We'll obviously not be meeting in the library for our sessions unless we need the text books there.
Oh. And I found a bed.
[/Doncella]
I also wrote something about the girls from Beauxbaton. Apparently I found Fleur Delacour to be fit. I was a smart lad. I'm glad my cousin attends the magical school in Spain that my mother attended. I'd rather her not visit Hogwarts, even if Jason would enjoy the feminine company.
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[18 Feb 2007|09:20pm] |
February was eventful. The Quidditch game was entertaining. I'm awaiting our game with Hufflepuff eagerly. It should be easy enough, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were no real challenge. On the note of the Badger House, I've met my fair share of annoying little Huff-Puffs. Little Maxine O'Flaherty is a sweet girl, but she insists on calling me Peggy and hugging me at odd moments. For your future information, I do not mind hugs as long as you warn or ask, first. I do not like surprises in that way. You can continue calling as long as it doesn't catch on. If anyone else feels so inclined to use this name, I will hex them. Yes, you Ross. And Jason.
Ross and Jason, that's another subject of interest. Tim and others seems to have noticed them about and I can't say I've missed it. As I am aware, sweet Ross is in another relationship with another friend of mine. To this I say, Jason, you had better be careful. You are the other man.
And, Valentine's Day has come and gone once more. No, I had no steaming date. No, I did not shag Willa, regardless of the claims she may attempt. I spent my class time helping Professor Sprout's class get a more full sexual education as well as doing my part to break apart a fight. As I told Ross, I'd really like to know what that was about. Then after the class, I had a tutoring session. Has anyone noticed how intrusive the Third years are becoming? I had to have strong hexes words with several of them.
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[28 Jan 2007|08:48pm] |
Strange times. Shoe creatures. Bird creatures. Snowballs. I'll be keeping myself indoors for a while longer. I have to extend a thank you to my friends and peers that didn't get around to forcing me onto the ice this winter. I'll definitely be keeping away from it now. My special condolences go out to Ross. I'd have stayed longer, but I can't say that I'm especially welcomed in the Infirmary. Those are some of the handmade chocolates, nothing nasty or cheap. Or frogs. Chocolate frogs have their time and place and it is not the Infirmary.
Again, strange times. I've been around the Infirmary far more than I normally like this time around. I don't mind it when it's assisting someone or visiting a friend, I guess. I'm just glad that I didn't have to visit after that strange snowball event. My glasses were smudged, but not bent. It's nothing I couldn't easily fix.
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