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[28 Mar 2009|02:42am] |
( Private to Self )
All better, if anyone noticed I was gone getting broken a few times by different people
How's it going, Wayne? Torture withdrawals kick in yet? Those are a bitch.
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[14 Feb 2009|10:06pm] |
Private to Phee
I'm sorry, Phee. I can't figure out how to send you anything for Valentine's. I don't know if Malfoy would permit it, and asking for permission admits far more than we should at a time like this. Also, I have no idea where you are.
Just know that I love you, and I'm thinking about you.
Zach
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[31 Jan 2009|01:00am] |
Private to self (as a second thought, makes it visible to Sophia)
OOC: His writing is terribly shaky, the letters are huge, unevenly spaced and running across lines
I knew I knew it was going to happen I knew but now I god they're going to come after me I'm I can't do I god what if oh god does she fuck I
help me
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OOC: Now, his writing is very controlled. It barely looks like his own.
I would like to thank Ms Skeeter for her wonderful article. I am honoured to have had the opportunity to serve the Dark Lord. The recognition should be his alone. I only did my part.
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[16 Jan 2009|05:59pm] |
I would like to thank Ms Carrow for her lesson. I know this is late in coming and truly I apologize for not having done so sooner. Thank you.
In other news, I have no news. Hurrah!
It's FREEZING out though, isn't it? Wonder what it must be like at Azkaban. But no, not enough to set foot in there unless I absolutely have to. Which, thankfully... I don't!
( [Private to Self] )
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[31 Dec 2008|12:42am] |
[Private to self]
Great, so now I have dueling practice training whatever lesson thingies with Alecto, the scary-ass bitch who likes to torture Conrad. Fucking hell. But the more USEFUL thing is that the training is going to be taking place New Years DAY. The Jones woman wants to meet with me New Years EVE. How the fuck is that going to wo
[Private to Hestia Jones]
Actually, you know what? I change my mind. I DO have better shit to do on New Years Eve. Meet me January 2nd, 5pm. The forest where the battle took place. I trust you remember it. That place where your best friend with the cherry red hair died? Yeah, there.
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[12 Dec 2008|10:21pm] |
[Private to friends (includes anyone who considers THEMSELVES friends)]
I fucking hate this place. Even with the translation charm. I'm so fucking tired of speaking FRENCH! And this fucking man is just so fucking thick and he's not getting the fucking message!
I want to go hooooome!!
[/Private]
[Very private to Sophia]
Hey Phee? Are you there?
OOC Warning: This will likely get rather 'adult content'-y in the very near future. That is, if Myriam Zach can grow a pair of balls. Or you know, the one ball might be enough.
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[09 Dec 2008|09:09pm] |
And I just got home, too!
[Private to Phee]
They speak English Belgium, right? Where is Belgium, by the way? I can't find it on my map.
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[04 Dec 2008|10:28pm] |
Tomorrow! I get to go home tomorrow!
I get to stop taking these potions soon and well I'm not looking forward to it because they're fun and making me happy and stuff when I wasn't happy at all before and now I am so I love them very much they're excellent! And I get to go home tomorrow!
OH!
CONRAD, MATE! ARE YOU AL
NEVERMIND!
[Hexed Private Conrad/Zach]
MATE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!
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[29 Nov 2008|12:13am] |
I'm not particularly enjoying my stay here at Mungo's. The food is not only lousy on the way in, and that's only one of the unpleasantnesses. You should've seen the Dictaquill struggle with that word. Unpleasantnesses unpleasantnesses unpleasantnesaurkd
I thought it was having a stroke there for a second, but it seems to be back to normal for now.
So I'm alive.
Say, does anyone know someone with red hair? Like cherry-coloured crayon red, not Weasley red.
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[18 Nov 2008|11:39pm] |
Let's review something very important.
Improper Use of Magic vs Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.
See how those are different? Sure, there is improper use of magic involved in spelling a toothbrush to charm someone's teeth blue, but that's not really my job. Not only do the people complaining not understand this, the dope in MMA isn't getting the message either. It's taken two hours of out of my life to explain this concept. We are not a team. I do not work with him. And regardless of what he thinks, I don't give a shit how much work he has. I do not deal with Muggle shit.
This right here is the rule of thumb: if it's charming a Muggle artifact of any kind, it's not my job. Got it? There's someone down in MMA, bug him. Me? I deal with NON MUGGLE STUFF. Christ, how complicated.
So that was the lesson. The warning is this: I don't care what it is, be it a vehicle, a toothbrush, a oven mitt or a curtain rod; you bring that into my office, I'm finding an interesting location on your person in which to conceal it.
Are we clear?
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[28 Oct 2008|06:03pm] |
[Private to mister D'Eath]
Sir,
I apologize. I had Parvati Patil. She was in public. As I'm sure you know, she is a known Order member.
I may have wounded her Sir, but I'm afraid she got away.
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[14 Sep 2008|04:55pm] |
I went to the blasted gala.
Hel, you owe me a week of not being a bitch. FYI.
Private to Hannah
Hannah, be proud.
/Private
Private to Conrad
Think up a brilliant plan yet?
/Private
Private to Sophia
Hang in there, love. We're thinking about you.
/Private
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[13 Aug 2008|10:38pm] |
[Private to Sophia]
Phee, do you have your journal? You left a note, but you didn't say when to expect you back, but I was sure it was going to be yesterday and I stayed up all night and you're still not here! Where the hell did you go?!
[/Hex]
[Private to Conrad]
Have you seen Phee? Or heard from her? She didn't come back last night and she was supposed to.
[/Hex]
Fucking hell!
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[29 Jul 2008|07:47pm] |
I wish I could understand the motivation to "do the right thing". Every one of my friends from Hogwarts has been dead set on "doing the right thing" and in the end, it's bitten them all in the arse, one after the other. Either they're enslaved or in Azkaban, and they refuse to learn from others' mistakes! And yet, somehow, I'm the pariah. I'm the one who's not loyal, who doesn't have an accurate moral compass, because I didn't walk straight into bondage? Because I didn't hand my life away for nothing?
Well, tell me, o' Hufflepuff alumni, and all you other poor souls. Does it feel right, now? Now that your life isn't your own, now that you have nothing, does it still feel right?
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[27 Jul 2008|07:09pm] |
[OOC: Scribbled in a hurry, all crooked across the page]
[Hexed to Bellatrix]
I have Hestia Jones. I can maybe convince her to follow me, but if you want to just come pick her up, we're at 734 Knockturn Alley. The flat with the red door. She's just sitting in here, reading her journal. She doesn't know who I am and she's very confused. Very bumped up. Doesn't remember past 2 days. Obliviated.
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