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[07/17/09] |
[Hexed private]
It took me a minute or two to remember who Bole was. When I finally put it together, I got nervous. Not for me, but for Ginny and Harry. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her she's in my thoughts, or do I not even bring it up? The Weasleys don't need this after everything else that's happened.
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( Hexed private to Stephen )
( Hexed private to Anthony )
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[07/05/09] |
A new journal every year seems reasonable to me. So here we go with my first post in the new one. Its exciting isn't it? Haha, you'll have to forgive my lack of intelligent thought currently. I'm being sent home early on account of a cold that hasn't gone away. There's only so many potions that a person can take.
Ungh... My head is pounding. Sleep is needed. Have a good day journal.
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| 032 |
[06/27/09] |
I haven't written in here in a little bit. Do you miss me yet? I swear I do read it though. I've hit a rough spot with working at St. Mungos. I knew I'd have to learn alot, but at the same time, I was not aware all of it was not going to be hands on knowledge.
Sometimes its better to learn by doing instead of by learning. Make sense?
( Hexed to Verity )
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| 031 |
[06/15/09] |
The weekend was great. There's nothing better than getting out and going shopping with friends. The colors of the dresses are so pretty, I can't wait for the wedding. I think we all need this. Something nice in an otherwise unstable world. And just think, I never would have met Verity and Stephen if it wasn't for these things. At lest there's some good to come from them.
I spent a little more than I had hoped to, but with a dress one needs matching shoes, a bag, and new jewelry. All in all, I believe I did a great job, and had a little bit of self control.
Now, its Monday, and back to work. Atleast I have an hour or two until I go in. (What time is it?) I think I'm going to try and make breakfast today. Anyone out there brave enough to try my cooking?
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[06/13/09] |
[Privately hexed to herself.]
What happened there? He was actually... nice. I think I distrust the nice version of Adrian Pucey more than the hurtful one. Atleast when he's his normal self I know what to expect. This way, not quite so much.[/Private]
Anyone else having a slightly off day?
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[06/12/09] |
I can't believe I'm doing this. Why am I doing this? No, really, why am I doing this?
( An unhexed something she wrote. )
Its official, I've gone insane.
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[06/10/09] |
For the longest time, I've had nearly nothing to write about. And now, I find myself laying here next to Stephen, and I have so many thoughts, so many things that need to be written down. If for no one else, than my own peace of mind.
The past few weeks, I have seen people come and go through the halls of St. Mungos. So many of them, my age or younger. I've seen some die, others recover, and now I get to see some even go home. Back to thier lives, and I'm so happy for them. They didn't deserve what happened to them. None of them did. There's a certain few who had to deal with so much more than they ever should have endured. I won't go into it, because for those who don't know, it is not my place to say. It bothers me, makes me feel so horrible, when I sit here and think about what's happened to me in the past. And then, I think about how others have had to deal with so much more. I'm still bothered by what's happeend to me. I won't lie anymore. But I need to come to grips with it, and move on.
For those who care to know, in April, when Hermione and I were abducted, I wound up on the wrong side of the Cruciatus curse. Twice. My attacker? The sick bastard that continues to harass me over the journals. Why don't I ignore him? Hex my entries from him? I don't know! Even this one. I can't bring myself to do the most simple thing and hex it from him. And I'm sure very soon I'll have some sort of comment from him. After all, he likes to tell me just how stupid I am. And what's sad about my time hidden away where ever it is we were taken? It wasn't the curse. No. The worst thing for me was being left alone. I never thought I needed people until then. Again, still not as bad as what others have gone through. And, this shall be the last time I talk about this. For the world to see, atleast.
Good, now... I've begun to write again. Nothing too fantastic. But its a start to getting back to my old self and hobby. Maybe some day, I'll brave allowing people to read it. For now, it's in a different journal all together. A non-magical one. One that I won't lose again.
Last thing on my mind? I've been staying with Stephen for a week, tomorrow. Tomorrow I move back into the flat I share. There's a small part of me that's ecstatic about moving back. At least that way, I can't get on Stephen's nerves. But, I lay here, looking around the room... And I don't want to leave.
I should stop now, I guess. I might write something I later regret. So, I'm leaving all of you with one more thing!
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[06/10/09] |
I'm so happy to see things finally working out for some people. Marriage is a time to celebrate, even if there was a major loss not long before. I can't wait to go shopping for a new dress!
[Stephen]
I'm going to be part of Verity's bridal party, would you like to be my date? I didn't think I really had to ask, but figured I would.[/Stephen]
One of these days, I will get some time to sit here and actually write in this thing. For now, I need to get back to work.
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[06/08/09] |
˙dǝǝןs oʇ ʞɔɐq ƃuıoƃ ɯ,ı 'ʍou ɹoɟ ʇnq 'ɹǝʇɐן ǝɹoɯ ǝʇıɹʍ ʇɥƃıɯ ı ˙dn ǝpıs ʇɥƃıɹ ʇı pɐǝɹ puɐ ɹǝʌo ןɐuɹnoɾ ǝɥʇ uɹnʇ ʇsnɾ pןnoɔ noʎ 'ɥƃnoɥʇ ˙uʍop ǝpısdn sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ oʇ ƃuıʎɹʇ ɟo pǝɹıʇ ןןɐ ǝɹ,noʎ ǝɹns ɯ,ı 'puɐ ˙ǝʇıɹʍ oʇ ƃuıɥʇ sıɥʇ ɹoɟ spɹoʍ ǝɥʇ ʞɐǝds uǝʌǝ oʇ pǝɹıʇ ooʇ ɯ,ı ʇnq 'ʇnoqɐ ǝʇıɹʍ oʇ ǝʞıן p,ı ʇoןɐ s,ǝɹǝɥʇ
˙ʇǝʎ sןɐǝɯ ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇno ǝɹɔɐssɐɯ ɐ ɟo ɥɔnɯ ǝpɐɯ ʇ,uǝʌɐɥ ı ˙ʞooɔ oʇ ƃuıuɹɐǝן ʎןʍoןs ɯ,ı puɐ ˙ʎɐןdsıp ʍopuıʍ ǝɥʇ uo pǝʞɹoʍ ı ˙sɐʍ ʇı ʇnq 'ǝɯıʇ ʇɐǝɹƃ ɐ ɥɔns ǝʞıן punos ʇou ʇɥƃıɯ ʇı 'ʍouʞ ı ˙unɟ pɐɥ ʎןןɐnʇɔɐ ı 'doɥs sıɥ ʇɐ ʎɐp ǝɥʇ ʇuǝds ı 'ʎɐpıɹɟ ˙ǝɹǝɥ ǝɔıu sʇı ˙ʎɐpsɹnɥʇ ǝɔuıs s,uǝɥdǝʇs ʇɐ ƃuıʎɐʇs uǝǝq ǝʌ,ı
¡ƃuıɥʇ sıɥʇ ɥʇıʍ ƃuıʇıɹʍ unɟ ɥɔnɯ ooʇ ƃuıʌɐɥ ɯ,ı ʇnq 'ǝʌıʇɔǝɟǝp sʇı ǝɔuıs ʇı pǝuɹnʇǝɹ ǝʌɐɥ pןnoʍ ı ¿ןɐuɹnoɾ ʎɯ uı ʇɐɥʇ ƃuıop ʇsnɾ ʇı sı ɹo ¿uʍop ǝpısdn ƃuıʇıɹʍ ʇı ǝǝs noʎ uɐɔ ˙ʇı ɥʇıʍ ƃuoɹʍ ƃuıɥʇǝɯos s,ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇnq 'ʎɐp ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ןןınb sǝʇonb-ʞɔınb ɐ ʇɥƃnoq ı ˙ʎɐpoʇ ʎzɐן puɐ pǝɹıʇ ooʇ ɯ,ı
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[06/02/09] |
[Hexed to Angelina]
You know where Michael is? I need to go check on him. I promised Terry and Anthony I would.
Oh! Nevermind, he just told me enough. Thanks for helping him lastnight.
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[06/01/09] |
That's all. Sweet dreams to those who can sleep.
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[05/29/09] |
Son of a bitch!
Fucker!
... Cursing is not lady like... Right now, I'm in a mood that is far from lady like.
Three hours of sleep. That wasn't sleep! More like one continuous nightmare! Another long shift today.
One more day and Stephen's back! This is the longest day of my life so far.
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[05/27/09] |
Hmm. A nice long soak in a tub full of rose scented bubbles. Right now, that sounds absolutely delightful. To bad, I'm still at work! I'll be getting out in just a few minutes, just waiting for the clock to hit half past nine. And while I'd enjoy a relaxing bath, I'm crawling into bed.
Tomorrow I shop! And tomorrow night, I'll be back here. One more over night, and a late afternoon/evening shift and I'm done for this week!
Stephen comes home on Saturday, I can't wait to meet him at the train. Not entirely sure what our day will consist of, but I'll get to see the infamous insulting chair. I won't be sitting in it ofcourse. I'm insulted enough. Names shall be left unsaid, but you know who you are.
oh! Have to look busy for the next 12 minutes! Have to run again. Goodnight everyone out there in Journal-land.
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[05/25/09] |
There's time I wish we had something to show ourselves over these things, so I wouldn't have to write anything. I am so bloody exhausted! I had an overnight shift, and I have yet to go home! It's half past three! I've been here for eighteen and a half hours. I can't wait for five o'clock, I get to go home and crawl into bed. I won't move for the rest of the evening. This is the last time I cover for someone else! Twenty-four hours is far too long. Atleast I've gotten a few breaks in, and all the coffee I can drink. I'm entirely too jittery now.
There's so much more I'd like to write about. But, my break is over, and this is the last (official) break before I go home. Merlin, I can't wait to go home.
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[05/23/09] |
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ADRIAN PUCEY YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU RUINED OUR GOOD MOOD. GO DROWN IN A LAKE OR SOMETHING YOU DUMB DOG!
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[05/23/09] |
It the weekend! It has been all day! And will be all day tomorrow too! I actually had today off and spent the majority in bed. My body aches from all the running around. But its a good ache. One of those aches that lets you know you're actually doing something worth while. Well, basically being the person running to get things or being pushed around (who doesn't pick on the new person?) isn't really worth while, but it will be in the long run. When I'm on the opposite side of all this training.
Anyway, a little while ago, I stepped out on the roof to enjoy the weather, and after setting myself in a seat, I found I couldn't move. Its far too nice up here, and I don't want to move. Which is bad, because I want an ice cream and since I won't go and get myself lost in the Muggle world, my only choice is to apparate to Diagon Alley. And, I just don't want to move. I've said that already, but its the truth. I think I'm going to just sit here and relax with a good book.
A shower sounds good too. Hmm...
SEVEN DAYS! ♥
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[05/22/09] |
The days are blending into each other. It is Thursday, right? I swear, I've spent more time at St. Mungos, then I have spent here at home. And all I do at home is sleep. Anyone out there taking bets on if I can actually keep doing what I'm doing?
I never thought St. Mungos would be this busy. I mean, I knew it would be busy, but it's too busy! I'm running around constantly, and swear I've dropped a dress size or two. So, its not entirely bad if I'm able to lose a little weight here and there. I just worry about what's gonig to if and when there's another attack. If we're this busy now, I don't want to know how busy it'll be after the DeathEaters attack again. Its bound to happen, isn't it? There's only so much journal squaking they can all do. Eventually they'll get tired of that and go to attacking people. Didn't they already attack a Muggle school or something?
I'm rambling. I'm tired, and have another long day ahead of me. You'd think with all the running around and moving I'm doing, the hours would pass by somewhat quickly. They're not.
I need to get back to work.
Eight days ♥
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[05/19/09] |
Another busy day. Tired. Didn't get lost today!
Going to bed. Good night Journal-land.
Eleven days - ♥
How's exams going, Stephen?
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[05/18/09] |
My list has dwindled to one thing!
Twelve day until our third date. ♥
I'm far too tired write anything in coherent sentences. I think I am going to curl up with Dewdrop and get some sleep. Need to be up early and back at it tomorrow. I'll try to write something when I get a few minutes to myself.
Have a good night Journal-world.
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[05/16/09] |
I'm on the train!
Dinner this evening, after I figure out where I'm living.
Two days until I start my training.
Fourteen days until our second third date. ♥
Lastnight, at the final dinner, McGonagall gave a speech that had everyone close to tears. Even those of us in Slytherin. Yes, I saw some with tears in thier eyes. After that, everyone enjoyed thier last meal (Well, those who are seventh years), and the noise was almost defeaning! It was great. I wish I could describe it better, but nothing I write would come close. Breakfast this morning was more of the same. And while the younger years filed off to thier classes, the rest of us left Hogwarts. Halfway down the hill, I stopped and looked back. The castle looked amazing today. The sun up over the Lake, and the way it hit the castle, it almost looked like it had a sparkle to it. I can't believe I've never noticed that before. Ofcourse, it could have been the tears that made it look like that.
Either way, I said good-bye to Hogwarts, and turned back towards Hogsmeade and the train. I'm currently sitting in a compartment by myself. I said my good-byes to everyone I needed to say them to, when we climbed aboard. Those I had been slightly friendly with, are all going home to thier parents, some still have a portion of thier family's money, and so they're still as snotty as ever. Was I really like that last year? Have I really changed that much in the past year? Its hard to remember the spoiled girl I was. I miss the shopping, and my house, but I don't miss the girl. I can only hope I've changed for the better. I mean, if I hadn't, would I really have what I'm going to have? A place to live, a job that will some day be a career, and a guy who actually likes me. I don't think I would. I know Angelina had her own reasons to help me, but I doubt she would have done so if I'd acted like others from Slytherin.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am quite proud of Slytherin. The Slytherin House has to stick to themselves and defend themselves against the rest of the Houses. I doubt there was ever a time where all four Houses were friendly towards each other. I'm sure other people will see things differently, but those who are placed in Slytherin are automatically stereotyped as rude nasty people. Ofcourse they're going to stick together, and if that also means having to defend themselves by acting the role the rest of the school has placed upon them. Then, so be it. I doubt any other House could hold themselves together so well, if the rest of the school hated them. Now that I've said that, I will not tolerate any sort of snide comments from anyone on the subject. Thank you.
I'm just rambling, since I have nothing else to do. I have so many thoughts running around in my head, and I'm writing them as each becomes coherent. And as always, if you don't like what I have to say, then don't read it. I don't really care either way. And yet, while I have alot of other things I'd like to write about like Stephen and what a great guy he is, I guess I'll have to end my ramble here. Maybe try to sleep a little. I didn't get too much sleep lastnight. Same nightmare, different night. I don't need to write about it again. Though, they are becoming less frequent. And not quite so intense.
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