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[04 Jun 2013|02:58am] |
[Bellarmw]
The older me is back again. Well, he was never gone, but [...] he is writing again.
[his Lily]
There is something strange I have to ask you to do.
[Lilycolour]
Don't get hurt
You should probably avoid other me.
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[04 Jun 2013|04:27am] |
Just put the last bit of thatching on the roof. It looks, smells, and feels like home. I've even got all my socks all over the floor! That'll give my husband something to do if when he shows up. Merlina knows he can't stand a dirty floor. Burgie, would you and Charlie like to come to dinner tonight? I'm making eggs. On toast.
It's very fancy, I know. But there will be fruit juice in an assortment of flavours of your choosing!
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[04 Jun 2013|04:36am] |
[LOYAL PURISTS]Have we given up? I'm just curious.
[REGULUS BLACKUNWIND]I think I owe you something.
[IAN WILKESCANON]Where the fuck are you? I'm not going anywhere else until we work out a plan together.
This place is like something out of a terrible book. End of days rubbish. Although, given some of us are already dead, I suppose it doesn't really matter. Maybe we've finally arrived in purgatory. It isn't wonderful, but at least I'm not a fucki fairy.
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[04 Jun 2013|08:36am] |
The facilities of this world are extraordinary. It's nothing like I've ever seen. And to think this is a normal world... I ventured off into an alleyway the first night, and made my home there. I live above the tavern, although you wouldn't be able to tell as much given the lack of customers. However, it's right across the street from the blacksmith. It was one of my duties at home, and everything was set up as if it were waiting for me. I'd forgotten the feel of good steel between my fingers.
If you need weapons, feel free to ask. I won't give them away for free, but perhaps we could barter skills or tokens.
[HER TONKS]
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[04 Jun 2013|01:41pm] |
Sings
Irritable
Rapturous
Icelandian
Underground
Songs
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[04 Jun 2013|03:48pm] |
168 beats
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[04 Jun 2013|05:32pm] |
[ Father, Narcissa ]
[ ... ] It was not planned I seem to be in a situation where being back home on time is doubtful, so I am alerting you to this.
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[04 Jun 2013|07:31pm] |
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I want to learn to play Quidditch. Currently, I know how to fly. I do this for almost one year. I want to learn Quidditch also, because it is thing other Viktors do. Flying greatly appeals to me. I think maybe there are things that appeal to all versions of person, and I think maybe this is my thing, so learning Quidditch, I think, will be good. Will someone like to teach me? Maybe there are others who also will like to learn?
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[04 Jun 2013|08:25pm] |
(once they're out of the trap)
You know what sucks? Falling in a hole.
You know what's going to suck MORE? Getting hit by th
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[04 Jun 2013|09:04pm] |
Doctor Om; All Other Scientists
... You know what, I don't care who dug the damn holes. Is James Sirius still here, or has he been returned home?
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[04 Jun 2013|09:15pm] |
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Has anyone seen James? He isn't answering.
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[04 Jun 2013|09:28pm] |
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WHAT'S WITH THE HOLE IN THE WOODS?
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[04 Jun 2013|10:08pm] |
Belle and I found a stray pup
I think she's a little too energetic for her. Would anyone like to pick her up? I don't think I can really care for both of them.
Warded separately to Lucy, Jayne and DoraBDH
Hey, how've you been?
Warded to Lysander
I know you know this but I'm still sorry, and I will respect your need for time but I just want you to know that I love you.
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[04 Jun 2013|11:11pm] |
I THINK I HAVE GIVEN MYSELF A CONCUSSION.
If this journal actually works, please send word to my Mother, and let her know I am in dire need of a hospital and I do not trust myself to use the floo network or apparate in this condition.
Please and thank you,
H. Weasley
EVERYTHING'S FINE!
[...]
HELLO! I'M HUGO.
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[04 Jun 2013|11:12pm] |
I'm a dad. Like, holy shit I actually got my wife pregnant and then watched her belly get huge and then raised the kid from a tiny itty bitty thing. In my own world at home. Still not over it.
[teapot]Gotta say, though, I'm glad she's grown and not tiny because I would not know what to do with a tiny little baby.
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[04 Jun 2013|11:15pm] |
Alright, vocabulary warriors. The letter of the day is Y. (Sorry, Ted, I stole your job. But you weren't doing it enough!)
Yellow, yummy, yes, yap.
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