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[Dec. 7th, 2009|02:54 pm] |
Halloa, former Hogwarts students. Somebody remind me how we dealt with freezing our arses off in a drafty Scottish castle (respect to anyone who still does)? It can't be that cold here - it's only London - but it feels like Mr Freeze is hiding round the corner chucking icicles around whenever my back's turned. And yet I still see people eating sundaes! How can you do that? Unless you're a complete pro at heating charms or you've spent most of your life sitting in an igloo, but even then. Weird Unbelievable.
Anyway. Christmas! I need to remember to grab a tree before the 25th all the good ones are gone this year.
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:25 pm] |
Remember, remember, the 'something'th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
That rhyme has been irritating me all day. I've never been able to remember the date. I know it ends in th, but after that I'm lost. Fourth, fifth, sixth? Driving me bloody MAD Help me out here.
( Warded to Second Year Auror Trainees ) |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|05:29 pm] |
Between training and sleep and more training and some sleep on top of that and, yeah, training, I feel like I'm turning boring. Possibly even getting old. Merlin's beard, I'm only nineteen (admittedly twenty in a month and a bit, but that's ages away) and I've been doing the crossword, going teetotal and wearing slippers. It's not possible that I'm already past my prime, is it? Not meaning to offend anyone who does those sort of things- we're all in the same boat-, but it's the kind of activity I expect my dad to be engaging in rather than myself.
I've been too busy looking after warty nutters with voluntary work over the weekends to so much as think of having- what's that word again?- FUN. One of the other vols at Wartaholics managed to fall down some stairs and can't make it in for weeks because they believe in muggle 'herbal healing' or some rubbish and can't get themselves patched up quickly. Wish I'd thought of that first, so they've drafted me in to do a couple of extra hours over the weekends. I should have said no, but when they're staring down at you with their terrifying, pustule covered faces you just freeze I couldn't let them carry on without enough helpers. I forgot my gloves last week and now I swear something is, er, cropping up on my finger.
In other news? There is no other news. I wasn't pulling anyone's leg when I said I was turning into a fossil. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|12:26 pm] |
I don't want to think about Diggle and all those
I think I can predict the next ‘big thing’. Dict-a-quills! They seem to be quite a hit in here, anyway. I don’t even need one, they’re just fantastic for drinking your tea with one hand, eating from the other, and still allowing yourself to keep distracted by this thing. Only problem so far is that it was picking up my groans of disgust at the Mungo’s food while I was writing a letter to my dad. I doubt he’ll appreciate receiving an owl addressed to ‘Toby Bleugh Proudfoot’, but what can you do? By which I mean I’m a lazy sod who isn’t going to speak the same letter twice simply because I managed to find a carrot that tastes of Bertie Bott’s interpretation of troll bogies.
Exhausted. Can barely Stupidest thing is? I don't know why, but I would kill for Oh, fuck, not kill do anything to go for a fly right about now, but they won’t let me leave the bed and when I mentioned brooms I think my healer nearly had a panic attack. Swear she was about to tie me down. Apparently it wouldn’t work out very well if my intestines started trying to make a grand escape again while I was flying over muggle London. You never know, might fall out and hit someone a few hundred feet below on the head. I’m not going to get out until they ‘run a few more tests’, which means- as my very limited experience tells me- they’re inventing reasons to keep me here. I'd say waste of a bed, but Merlin I feel Doesn't matter
( Second Year Trainees )
One more thing. Addie, Greta and Meredith deserve medals. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|05:39 pm] |
I need to buy some gloves. A mask would be nice too, but that might look a bit obvious.
( Private )
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|03:11 pm] |
Who does that? Trying to injure a load of innocent kids and their muggle parents without a hope of defending themselves isn't a big or impressive thing to do. It sounds like bare faced cowardice. What have you got to gain by terrifying a load of children and possibly preventing them from getting the education that they deserve? It isn't as though they're stopping other students from taking a place at Hogwarts, after all. When they get there, if they have any brains, they'll know to keep the hell away from the bad people who hate them because of old and outdated prejudices and let you inbreed in peace.
[Warded Private]
It must be terrifying for a muggle parent to find out about the wizarding world, let alone discover that their child is a part of it. To be attacked in the street by masked assailants using ways of causing damage that they have never witnessed- no, imagined- before? It must be bloody awful. I know I'd be petrified. Mum knew about magic for years and she quivered when Dad so much as used a summoning charm, so I can't even begin to think about how big a deal this is to them. So who can blame them if they don't want their kids to become a part of such a sodding horrible world? How do they know we aren't all that bad?
[End ward]
[Warded to Alex/Ro/Marly]
Sunday is fast becoming wake up call day. Wonder how many of them are going to try to spin this as another cock up by the DMLE.
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[Jul. 13th, 2009|04:47 pm] |
I would like to sincerely apologise for my recent behaviour over these journals. As a first year Auror trainee at the Ministry of Magic, I did not realise how badly my actions (and those of some of my mates colleagues) reflected upon my department as a whole. From now on I will endeavour to prove that your trust in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is not misplaced and promise that I will behave responsibly when in public in the future.
-William Proudfoot.
[Warded Private]
I thought I felt sick yesterday after training, but now I feel so much worse. I wish someone had just told us.
Although, I suppose they tried. And Dawlish. Maybe you do have to give the guy some credit? Can't believe Im even thinking about giving Dawlish credit.
[Warded to Alex, Ro and Marly]
If it wasn't work, I don't know whether I could show my face again. Beginning to feel like hermits have the right idea.
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|03:15 pm] |
To do list:
Feed owl.
Owl Dad.
Replace mattress. Ouch!
Some boring bits in between.
Pub.
More pub.
A bit more pub.
You guessed it, pub.
Tomorrow's to do list:
Hangover cure.
Feed neighbour's cat.
The boring bits go here.
Pub.
Stop wishful thinking.
Dress up in funny costume and jump around the rooftops for a few hours, saving old ladies from muggers.
My life. Exciting, is it not? |
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|05:31 pm] |
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( Will. ) |
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