| 24 November 2000 |
[24 Nov 2010|10:32am] |
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Thomas, when you've a moment, I'd like a ward with you, please.
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| 16 November 2000 |
[16 Nov 2010|11:15pm] |
[Warded to Al - courtesy of Thomas and his Wand]
I love you. (Yes, I'm going to start every conversation with you that way for awhile now, get used to it.)
How are you? Healing up alright?
Merlin, I wish I could be with you right now.
[End of Ward]
I love you. I realise I don't get to say that enough to the people I'd like to say it to, and they know who they are, and during these times, it needs to be heard. So, there it is. I love you. Thank you for making me who I am today, my world would not be the same without you here.
And so ends my mushy soapbox moment of the day.
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| 14 November 2000 |
[14 Nov 2010|09:04pm] |
My dearest Fred,
If anything happens to you... I- it's unfathomable. There's - you have to stay strong. Someone will come and get you free. They have to. There is no world without you in it, and-
I love you, still. Always have. Always will.
Please be strong and fight it best you can until you're rescued.
Fred's captured by fucking Lestrange. Lee was captured by a Lestrange. Al's fucking hurt and I don't even know how badly. Katie went "missing" but no one said a fucking word about it, and now there's the whole scandal because of Tavish. Fucking hell, everything is falling apart and I can't do shite to stop it. If anything happens to Fred, I swear to God, I'm going to fucking murder someone.
George Weasley, you better be watching out for your twin right now. He needs some hardcore protecting.
What the hell am I doing? I would give anything to go back to that girl who could hate so strongly every Death Eater for the mark they bore, because the more tangled up I get with them, the more- UGH. I'm li- It's - FUCKING HELL. They'd all hate me if they knew how easily I'm assimilating to this new life and the crowds I hang around now. What the hell is- DAMNIT.
Undefeated. At least there's that.
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| 25 October 2000 |
[25 Oct 2010|08:33pm] |
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I would thank you in person, if that were an option, but right now you'll have to settle for this scrawled out message meant just for you.
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| 23 October 2000 |
[23 Oct 2010|07:09pm] |
I have become severely allergic to attending weddings. Yep. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Can it be tomorrow yet? Scratch that, let's skip tomorrow and go straight to Monday the 25th, tomorrow does not need to exist.
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| 11 October 2000 |
[11 Oct 2010|10:47pm] |
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He said yes.
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| 9 October 2000 |
[09 Oct 2010|04:26pm] |
( Worked out on a piece of paper outside the journal, tossed in the garbage )
So assuming that the three weeks is going to be an established pattern I know without a doubt in my mind that I will be Mrs. Thomas Derrick by no later than the 17th of next September. We will all, every single one of us in the programme, be married within a year's span at this rate. Kill me now, please Well, at least now we know.
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| 28 September 2000 |
[28 Sep 2010|07:29pm] |
Hahahahah. Who can tell me when this was taken? Hint, it was a celebratory occasion.
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| 21 September 2000 |
[21 Sep 2010|08:16pm] |
The boredom is too much. Someone entertain me?
I need to do something proactive. This-I can't keep-UGH
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| 18 September 2000 |
[18 Sep 2010|11:19pm] |
And so the weddings begin with the ominous funeral bells ringing not-so-distantly
My condolences, Cho
Forgive my spilled ink, I am having troubles with wording my congratulations. My mind is elsewhere, it has been an interesting week.
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| 17 September 2000 |
[17 Sep 2010|03:16pm] |
God, I do fucking idiotic things when I'm drunk.
[OOC: All pictures of Alicia Spinnet and Angelina in comments; aside from the picture in Angelina's entry itself (white bikini picture), have been covered in ink and are not visible any longer]
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| 16 September 2000 |
[16 Sep 2010|10:54pm] |
Hahahaha. Going through a box of photographs.
THE MEMORIES. Probably one of the best memories from my Hogwarts days, hands down. Dear god, I complain thinking my baps are too small these days
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| 8 September 2000 |
[08 Sep 2010|03:24pm] |
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Higgs.
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| 31 August 2000 |
[31 Aug 2010|06:30pm] |
The hypocrisy in the world at large these days is nauseating. The idiocy is even worse. Reading these journals most days is like witnessing a natural disaster - you really just can't look away, even if you ought to.
Ugh Thomas, I am going to take the floo into Diagon this afternoon for acquiring a few items (and having a tea with my mum). Is there anything that you need me to pick up while I am there? I will not ask your permission to go, this is the closest I'll fucking come so UGH
I think I'll be going for a run again this evening. Haven't spent this much time running on a consistent basis since my days with the Magpies. I wonder if-
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| 001. 23 August 2000 |
[23 Aug 2010|07:34pm] |
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I have decided to take a very long walk off of a short cliff. Cheers.
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| RP Thread: Gryffindor C/O 96, Sixth Year Party! |
[08 Aug 2001|02:31pm] |
Characters: Gryffindor Class of 96 as sixth years!
Setting: Prefects Bath
What: A Party!
When: Shorty after coming back from Winter Hols.
It was probably only process of elimination that led Angelina to being the Prefect of their year, but considering she had the badge she was going to make the most of it. Which, if you asked her, meant sneaking her dorm mates and the blokes in her year into the prefects bath for a late night party. How else would one productively use their badge?
She spent the day slipping notes into their hands, telling them what time to head down there. If they all made their way, sneakily of course, she'd let them in. Angelina told them all to use a specific knock if they got there late, just in case, but she, herself, would be getting there early enough to make sure the bathroom was free for their use, and helping keep it that way.
When she headed down, the hall ways were already deserted. She knew she'd have to avoid Filch and his cat, but would easily fall back on her badge "I heard someone snuck out of bed and was heading towards the library" or some other rubbish to lead him in the opposite direction.
Fortunately, there were no run ins, so she waited to let all her mates in.
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