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[11 Jun 2010|10:37pm] |
I have been far too busy celebrating to post here, but all I have to say is:
NOW THAT WAS QUIDDITCH!
When will there be more?????
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[02 May 2010|02:11pm] |
Ouch
So, okay. I think I have my talent for getting into ridiculous situations back... What are the odds that none of you noticed that I have been MIA in over a week and just let the whole thing drop? I would offer free ice cream in exchange, but I really do need to get selling - so how about each of you buy 3 ice creams a peace AND let it drop? No? Come on!
I suppose I might have some explaining to do. Or maybe some might have some beating up to do. Either way, I can still decide whether I am willing to tell, right? Everything has a price, after all.
Besides, the bruises look manly, maybe Lily will believe a fantastic duel story.
In the mean time - does anyone want ice cream? Please?
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[15 Mar 2010|11:53pm] |
I now officially hate ice cream. Seriously, once you have to sell it for a living it just isn't that wonderful anymore! The other day Harry and I were discussing Quidditch and I stated with total conviction that playing the game for a living would NEVER make me stop liking it. And now ICE CREAM has gone and lost it's appeal?? I always LOVED ice cream. How can I know what I really like now, huh? Rita Skeeter, what hast thou done to me???
Now, there are other professions that make me wonder...what other pleasures can lose appeal once you enroll yourself in a job that is directly related to them? Merlin, I pity MANY fools right now!
Can't I be the marzipan man? I always hated marzipan.
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[22 Feb 2010|07:50am] |
The last few days were...stressful. I think I finally found a way to not enjoy Quidditch. It was nobody's fault really. Though, on the bright side, I did find my determination to win. Next time.
[Private to Harry]
I feel like I may owe you an apology, or an explanation...something. I am sorry you saw me so out of my wits and I hope you and Ginny will forgive me.
[/Private]
Other than that I have nothing left to say.
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[30 Jan 2010|02:49pm] |
Happy birthday, Lils!
I love you.
Expect a present and...stuff anytime today, when you least expect.
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[29 Jan 2010|01:23am] |
This is...not a great time to have no drinks in the house.
Though I guess I should get out of the house and meet my immediate family. And my idols! Godric Gryffindor is here, right?
Also, I need to stop eating the ice cream I am meant to be selling - Sirius, come buy the ice cream!
[Private to Lily, Sirius can read]
Our baby- Our son-, Lils...
Harry is here! He is here and he is older and he might hate me! What do I say to him? I want to talk to him. Have you spoken to him?
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[23 Jan 2010|12:51am] |
Imagination before reality is just so much easier to digest.
I think I may have pissed people off for not staying sober for three days...but you know, drank my cares away and I didn't even KNOW how hungry I was until I had food back! So I guess I can justify it, right?
As for what happens in the future...who wants to talk about that, right?
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[06 Jan 2010|06:41pm] |
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Why does it feel like people aren't telling me something? It's like everyone around here is scared to talk to me or something? I don't think that is cool. It's time people closer to me get spilling or I may just start asking strangers for answers...how is that?
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[24 Dec 2009|12:49pm] |
Does this even work??
...I think I hit my head.
These Death Eaters are getting less stupid, I'll give them that. This was a creative one. I have no idea where I am or what I am doing here. Funny. Hilarious. I think someone else lives in this house too.
And you left me with my wand...suckers. Guess you're not that smart after all.
I'll find a way out.
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[17 Dec 2009|01:12am] |
I think brooding phase 3 in this place might be over. Maybe I'll just hope Skeeter will bring my son back. Seems like a long shot considering I apparently run out of good luck at roughly this age.
Lils...I think I-
We haven't really been -
I need you.
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[21 Oct 2009|10:08am] |
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Okay, so things are a hell of a lot better now. I mean, my house has a door for one thing and I am back with Angie as my roomie! Sooo much better than McGonagall - no offense, Professor, Lily and I just felt like the Head Students sneaking around again, wouldn't want some secrets from our school days to FINALLY getting out and all...though, you know, I suppose Harry is evidence that some things DO go on and... Lily is going to kill me. Hey, I did put a ring on the girl's finger in the end, didn't I? Sue me.
Haven't had any unpleasant encounters yet and, somehow, I would like to keep it that way. Who wants to look at ugly faces anyway, right?
How great is my kid? I want credit for that, even though some might argue that I shouldn't get any. Credit, please!!
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[13 Sep 2009|01:53am] |
You know. I really do hate it here.
If I could, I would leave.
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[07 Sep 2009|09:06pm] |
You have got to be freaking kidding me, right? I mean, seriously kidding me.
I am not amused. Could anyone tell me how SERIOUS the said "news" we receive is?
Why am I getting information in little pieces??? Is that meant to be healthy?
I just broke a chair. Hope that's healthy.
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[23 Aug 2009|12:55pm] |
I am going to play Quidditch with my SON and GRANDSON! That's right - THREE generations off pure Quidditch talent - how many people can claim that at 21? I suddenly love this place!!
Harry, I got you and Ginny (who I have yet to meet, by the way - are you hiding her?) something! Not exactly much of a wedding gift, but given that I am a shitty pedicurist, I think the fact that my first pay went on it, it's worth a look, yeah? Hope you enjoy!
( Private to Harry, Remus and Sirius - Lily can read )
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[14 Aug 2009|12:01am] |
Wow. This is some serious cold shit. I don't even know what to think right now. But I do think it is time to stop moping and being an arse to people.
Suddenly learning to become a pedicurist doesn't seem so bad.
( Harry )
( Sirius )
( Lily )
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[08 Aug 2009|12:05am] |
Okay...what the bleeding hell just happened? Because I was just, you know, leaving my home to get some innocent milk for my kid and all of a sudden...Well, nothing was where it was meant to be, was it? And this Skeeter woman is telling me all this nonsense about rules and - some other things I forgot but will be sure to check up on at some point. You know, once I finish wanting to kill her. I don't think I'm allowed to do that, I bet that is rule one - not to kill green woman. I guess I am stuck here until further notice, or until someone else decides to release me. I don't think my kid will be getting his milk now. Actually, who am I kidding? Of course he'll get milk. I'm the only one stuck in Bore Town with a job I am too embarrassed to speak off!
My roommate looks nothing like me wife. I don't think she'd like my having a roommate.
What does a bloke have to do to get some strong Firewhiskey around here?
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