[ooc: Okay, so she threw this thing in a well like three or four times before giving up and opening it, so the pages sort of soggy and muddy rn. There will be tears in the page and splotchy ink.]

what the fuck? where the fuck am i? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

WHY DOES THIS JOURNAL COME THE FUCK BACK?! it's a fucking possessed journal and i hope it dies. like this dress. it's itchy. stupid dress.

i'm writing in a fucking possessed journal...


fuck this dress. and this journal. and healy. and amycus. and whoever the fuck that person is that's staring at me right now. fuck everything. this is fucking stupid.

fuck.

Dashing 22-year-old bartender layabout seeks entertainment. Interested parties apply within with a proper list of qualities.

[ marauders ]

So guess who found the Shrieking Shack today.

Have more children arrived?

I am looking for Mothball's Dog. ARE YOU HERE? So many people are showing up.

How many Siriuses are there?

Forcing me to set up your bloody games each year wasn't enough Healy? You had to come up with some new hell to torture me with? I should have known better than to trust you to honor your word and let me live my life

Who: Regulus Black^thg and Dora Black^thg
What: Finding his baby cousin to go talk to her
When: After this
Where: Near the woods
Warnings: angst?
Status: incomplete

( He wasn't sure how much time had past between her win and when she came from. )

How many Remus Lupins are here now anyway?

[...]

It seems every decision I make here is to be contradicted.

Hello, again...everyone.

Knap World

Who is here and how long have I been gone?

Private to his Lily

Lils?

I think this situation is way beyond my authority. Was this even part of the job description?