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10:10 pm
[Link] |
Leave A Message. Beep.
Yes, I'm smirking over here. Leave a fucking message already, you gloriously gorgeous wankers.
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05:47 pm
[Link] | There's nothing quite like waking to the smell of coffee and paint dripping on your face. Yeah, Darke's painting again. We're running out of wall space. He works in a bloody art gallery, you would think he would put it on canvas.
( Private to self. )
Now for today's big decision: The Doors or The Dead?
Current Mood:  okay
Current Music: Doors or the dead?
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05:55 pm
[Link] | Dear world,
I'm being held in siege by my roommate, the artist. He refuses to let me leave our flat until he's finished his current painting. I suspect he's either a little bit crazy or rather sleep deprived.
Send cookies and booze, pronto.
Lars
So how's it going, kids?
I wasn't kidding. Darke won't let me leave until he's finished (alright, maybe that's a bit extreme but humour me, I'm being made to sit still here). I'm surprised he didn't throw paint at me for picking this up to write in it. Anyone else want to play model for him? I'll bribe you with the cookies you're sending me.
Substance? This is my publicly viewed journal. You want substance, go to the library and check out a book.
xo!
Current Mood:  amused
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10:57 pm
[Link] | [Private to trustworthy beings - extremely difficult to break]
Did you read that fucking shite?
Fuck that shite. I'll believe it when -- fuck that, I'll never believe it.
What the fuck.
[private to Lamont - impossible to break]
Watch your back, Monty.
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07:56 pm
[Link] | Good on you, Maeve.
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02:18 am
[Link] | [Hexed private to friends/trustworthy sorts - veryvery difficult to break]
Something's bugging Monty. Dunno if it has something to do with work (still hard to believe he's doing the whole Hit Wizard thing and hell, I'm considering it myself). Maybe he has a secret girlfriend he's afraid to let me meet her because he thinks I'll put the moves on her. Hell if I know what yet, but something's bugging him. He's been muttering shite about politics, maybe he's thinking about running for Minister in the next election. How swank would that be, being the brother to the Minister of Magic?
What d'you think about that Bigglesworth kid being arrested for Rach Willard's death? Don't get me wrong, I liked her and certainly hate that it happened, but I thought all that had been settled? Maybe I don't read the papers enough and just assumed as much.
[Private to Monty]
What's got you bothered?
Talk to me, you mangy wanker.
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04:36 pm
[Link] | [Hexed private to friendly/trustworthy types - difficult (but not impossible) to break]
This whole growing up thing is kind of weird. I'm not talking about the whole 'getting older, taking on responsibilities' thing. I'm talking about what happens to a person when the people they care about start dying or disappearing around them.
Hazel was my first monogamous girlfriend. Early fifth year, yea? Made it over a week without making out with anyone but her. {Believe me, at the time that was a record for me.} Soem of you in our class knew that, most of you probably didn't.
I'm not bragging, I respected her too damn much for that. I'm saying it because that's how much I liked her - enough to attempt a relationship (short-lived as it may have been) with her. She was a hell of a person, she was a fighter, and fuck if I'm going to stand aside and do ..nothing.
I know the Aurors are doing what they feel they need to do, but I, myself, am tired of doing nothing. My friends are dying around me, I'm terrified my family, or Fall and Eden, will be attacked people are disappearing, You-Know-Who has people every damn place. I say fuck that. Fuck that!
Monty and I had a long talk last night. Darke too, though he mostly listened. Not much of a talker, that one. Point is, I'm giving serious consideration to applying for ..something. I don't think I'm Auror material (and they probably don't either) but maybe I'll apply to be a hitwizard. If that doesn't work fuck it, I'll just jump in where and when I'm needed. I don't know how that will work out, given my track record with following rules and shite, but I guess it's worth a shot. I have to do something, hell. I'm tired of doing nothing.
Stay safe, kids.
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11:51 pm
[Link] | Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck
When does this shite stop?
Fuck Death Eaters. Fuck them and anyone who empathizes with them and just fuck you all. She was better than any of you psychotic fuckers so fuck you
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11:51 pm
[Link] | Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck
When does this shite stop?
Fuck Death Eaters. Fuck them and anyone who empathizes with them and just fuck you all. She was better than any of you psychotic fuckers so fuck you
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11:49 am
[Link] | Home for the holidays.
Monty and I are spending Christmas with the folks and 'Dora (who apparated in from whichever weird place she's been the past few weeks). Mom has enough Christmas cheer for an entire city. It's crazy, she's been singing since we got here two days ago. We tried to get Darke to come home with us but he said he should probably spend Christmas with his parents. I'm sure that'll be a pleasure for him. heh.
Hope everyone has a grand holiday!
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11:49 am
[Link] | Home for the holidays.
Monty and I are spending Christmas with the folks and 'Dora (who apparated in from whichever weird place she's been the past few weeks). Mom has enough Christmas cheer for an entire city. It's crazy, she's been singing since we got here two days ago. We tried to get Darke to come home with us but he said he should probably spend Christmas with his parents. I'm sure that'll be a pleasure for him. heh.
Hope everyone has a grand holiday!
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07:57 pm
[Link] | Dare me, kittens.
I'm not in school, so McGonagall can't ground me for inappropriate behaviour now.
That's all between me and member of law enforcement now!
I'm smirking behind these journal pages.
Dare Darke, too, since the wanker won't open his journal long enough to write a bloody entry.
He and his art should just get married already.
Now i'm sulking behind this journal. But mostly smirking.
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07:57 pm
[Link] | Dare me, kittens.
I'm not in school, so McGonagall can't ground me for inappropriate behaviour now.
That's all between me and member of law enforcement now!
I'm smirking behind these journal pages.
Dare Darke, too, since the wanker won't open his journal long enough to write a bloody entry.
He and his art should just get married already.
Now i'm sulking behind this journal. But mostly smirking.
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06:36 pm
[Link] | What day is it again?
That's right darlings, I'm still alive. I've misplaced this wretched journal three times during the course of our traveling but here it is again.
Hexed private to friends - moderately difficult to break
We've been in three (four?) different countries during the past two weeks. In Holland (was it Holland? Fuck if I remember, it was some bloody country), some boy took Aimee to dinner and proposed to her after. I'm talking the wedding bells, happily ever after kind of proposal. She broke the poor sod's nose, I reckon, and it had to bruise his ego a little when she ran screeching out of the cafe.
Shite I hope it wasn't someone on these journals, how fucking awkward would that be?
In Italy, our shy little artist landed us in fucking jail for a night and a day. Yes, Darke. I know! That was my reaction too! We were on the beach drinking, and he was drawing in the sand, when this guy approached us to watch. Is it irony that he looked a hell of a lot like Sirius Black, or would that just be coincidence? (Don't worry, Sirius, you're prettier than he was). He and Darkeness started a nice little conversation and were sharing a bottle of whiskey, one thing led to another (he threatened to hex my favourite body parts if I went into detail). That's not what landed us in jail. It was the italian boy's challenge to Darke when they were both sodding drunk, that Darke paint his portrait on the side of some building. Some dippy officer saw it and threw them (and Aimee and myself, who were innocent bystanders and not encouraging it at all!) in the klink. They were going to let us out the following morn, but 'kinnell if Darke hadn't drawn on the walls in there too. I think they found it amusing, but they kept us til the next evening to "straighten us out", as one of 'em put it.
Good luck with that, you sod.
We're back in some part of London, staying overnight with some of Aimee's cousins or some shite. She twitches everytime one of them calls her Peaches, I think it's funny as fuck.
[/end hex]
I think our traveling has nearly met its end. It lasted longer than we expected but its been a thrill. Still, we're all ready to hit home save Darke, who's staying with me when we get back. I miss you manky bastards, believe that or not.
I'm knackered so I'm off.
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06:36 pm
[Link] | What day is it again?
That's right darlings, I'm still alive. I've misplaced this wretched journal three times during the course of our traveling but here it is again.
Hexed private to friends - moderately difficult to break
We've been in three (four?) different countries during the past two weeks. In Holland (was it Holland? Fuck if I remember, it was some bloody country), some boy took Aimee to dinner and proposed to her after. I'm talking the wedding bells, happily ever after kind of proposal. She broke the poor sod's nose, I reckon, and it had to bruise his ego a little when she ran screeching out of the cafe.
Shite I hope it wasn't someone on these journals, how fucking awkward would that be?
In Italy, our shy little artist landed us in fucking jail for a night and a day. Yes, Darke. I know! That was my reaction too! We were on the beach drinking, and he was drawing in the sand, when this guy approached us to watch. Is it irony that he looked a hell of a lot like Sirius Black, or would that just be coincidence? (Don't worry, Sirius, you're prettier than he was). He and Darkeness started a nice little conversation and were sharing a bottle of whiskey, one thing led to another (he threatened to hex my favourite body parts if I went into detail). That's not what landed us in jail. It was the italian boy's challenge to Darke when they were both sodding drunk, that Darke paint his portrait on the side of some building. Some dippy officer saw it and threw them (and Aimee and myself, who were innocent bystanders and not encouraging it at all!) in the klink. They were going to let us out the following morn, but 'kinnell if Darke hadn't drawn on the walls in there too. I think they found it amusing, but they kept us til the next evening to "straighten us out", as one of 'em put it.
Good luck with that, you sod.
We're back in some part of London, staying overnight with some of Aimee's cousins or some shite. She twitches everytime one of them calls her Peaches, I think it's funny as fuck.
[/end hex]
I think our traveling has nearly met its end. It lasted longer than we expected but its been a thrill. Still, we're all ready to hit home save Darke, who's staying with me when we get back. I miss you manky bastards, believe that or not.
I'm knackered so I'm off.
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06:47 pm
[Link] | Quick entry. We're in Japan. It's incredible. It's serenity and explosions, to quote Darke.
Loads to write but no time right now. We're off to have sushi in some little joint and Aimee's yelling at me to speed it up.
I'll follow the trend:
Ever crushed on me? Share.
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06:47 pm
[Link] | Quick entry. We're in Japan. It's incredible. It's serenity and explosions, to quote Darke.
Loads to write but no time right now. We're off to have sushi in some little joint and Aimee's yelling at me to speed it up.
I'll follow the trend:
Ever crushed on me? Share.
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09:16 pm
[Link] | [Private to Friends & Friendly sorts - fairly accurate/strong]
Lamont is at Hitwizard camp. He up and decided he wanted to be a hitwizard and off he went.
I'm a little surprised. I think he'll be good at it, it's just..weird, not having him here.
Somehow I expected him to travel around with me & Aimee & Darke-o this summer. That's Monty, the responsible one.
Second surprise of the day is that Aimee said she's going into healing (or was it mediwitch?) training this fall.
Huh. How about that.
Hey, that means I have no "chaperone" over the summer. Now the plotting can begin.
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09:16 pm
[Link] | [Private to Friends & Friendly sorts - fairly accurate/strong]
Lamont is at Hitwizard camp. He up and decided he wanted to be a hitwizard and off he went.
I'm a little surprised. I think he'll be good at it, it's just..weird, not having him here.
Somehow I expected him to travel around with me & Aimee & Darke-o this summer. That's Monty, the responsible one.
Second surprise of the day is that Aimee said she's going into healing (or was it mediwitch?) training this fall.
Huh. How about that.
Hey, that means I have no "chaperone" over the summer. Now the plotting can begin.
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05:28 pm
[Link] | [Blocked from staff & anyone not in Slytherin 7th yr dorms who would tell staff]
Woke up last night & Darke was painting again. This was at almost midnight. Not only
was he painting, he was painting the wall over his bed. This morning I woke to find that he was
standing over me, on my bed (rather interesting view, ha), still painting; his part of the wall is a mini mural.
Apparently he plans to paint a huge mural over the entire wall before we leave here. We're charming
it at night so it looks like just the wall. So far he's painted scenes of things that have happened
over the past years here. It's going to be groovy. I have Gigi & Aimee dancing above my bed in paint already, at one of the Hallowe'en balls. I'm looking into a way to charm it so it can't be removed when he's finished. That boy knows how to leave his mark.
[Private to self - pretty difficult to break]
The illness over the past weekend was certainly unpleasant, but obviously I'm still alive.
I'm bothered by the fact that it happened but I'm nothing if not defiant.
Have no plans to stop associating with the other houses.
Take that, you fuckers.
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I think I'm going to travel with Darke this summer. Some day I might decide on a career or something but
I'm still young, plenty of time for that, right? Right.
In other news, my sister and her fiancee are planning another wedding. Brave soul to attempt to make a second (or is it third?) attempt to marry that loony girl.
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