| evie spinnet |
[Aug 11, 2030 | 4:19am] |
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I am a ( fist ) amidst the hands
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| 044 / 22 april 1998 |
[Apr 21, 2011 | 10:30pm] |
Er Since a mate of mine completely and utterly embarrassed himself last morning with a few honest facts (hey, nothing wrong with that) ...I thought I'd throw in a few of my own. You know, just to let him know that a publicly announced morning stiff ain't no new thing to some. We've all got moments. Or worse, probably. So, uh. Yeah. Here it goes.
Embarrassing fact #1: So I owned a pair of briefs. Yes, they felt wonderful. No, the little flap is not meant to hold chap stick, and no, it is not manufactured to lay against 98.6 degrees of body heat. That is all.
Embarrassing fact #2: Totally passed one in Care of Magical Creatures in second year. Blamed it on Sarah. Who blamed it on the Hippogriff. Good stuff.
Embarrassing fact #3: I honestly had no idea a circumcision had anything to do with the male genitalia. What can I say. I'm blonde.
Judge all you want. Mum says I'm special.
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| 043 / 18 april 1998 |
[Apr 18, 2011 | 11:34am] |
WARDED TO PADMA PRIVATETwo years of memory. Fuck, I can't even imagine... would she even recognise half of--
and now I'm talking to myself. Jesus. Get a grip, blondie. She didn't know you back then and she won't know you know. No use in trying to be another memento.
WARDED TO HUFFLEPUFFI hate waking up to find people are gone. You think I'd be used to it by now.
WARDED TO JACKI swear to God, if you leave I don't what I'd
I know I keep repeating this, but I've actually got time today. Jack-in-the-Fortune-Cookies? Tonight at dinner time maybe?
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| 043 / 15 april 1998 |
[Apr 15, 2011 | 10:16am] |
WARDED TO PADMAYou have my consent. On the conditions that Sarah will be the one administering the serum to me, and that you will stand as my witness as she's asking me questions. If that's too unreasonable, then I don't know what else to tell you, Padma.
[After exiting the dungeons this morning.]
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| 042 / 14 april 1998 |
[Apr 14, 2011 | 8:10pm] |
WARDED TO THE RESISTANCEI'll pass on the Veritaserum, thanks.
[Backdated to earlier today, before classes.]
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| 041 / 23 march 1998 |
[Mar 23, 2011 | 8:01pm] |
WARDED PRIVATEMissed his stupid arse. Not his arse arse, just
well maybe that too HAHA, KIDDING
It's just good to know not everything has gone arseways. Not completely, at least.
WARDED TO JACKAre you going to Demelza's party on Friday?
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| 40 / 12 march 1998 |
[Mar 12, 2011 | 12:51am] |
WARDED PRIVATE
cant feel anythin anymore.
cant leave without feeling like shit
what would you do licia
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sorry i couldnt torture a child.
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| 40 / 10 march 1998 |
[Mar 10, 2011 | 11:25am] |
WARDED TO HUFFLEPUFFWhere does she live?
Fuck all.
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| 039 / 5 march 1998 |
[Mar 4, 2011 | 11:43pm] |
A good birthday present to give to someone for when you're on a tight, nearly non-existent budget. GO.
WARDED TO JACKFortune cookies: Round Two.
I found us a new cookie quote. A long one. To think of it, it definitely won't fit on average-sized fortune parchment. But I figure, that's why we've got us a pair of sticks to help with that, yeah?
WARDED TO SARAHIf I tell you something, you're not allowed to go batshit, all right? Or dragonshit -- whatever -shit you always turn into when I know you're miffed.
WARDED TO RESISTANCEFor those of you who refused.
Good on you.
and if the topic is still open for discussion, I'll vouch for Ling. I think it wouldn't hurt to give her the option, and even if she would prefer not to join, we can at least count on her not to say anything. Stan, I'm not so sure. Maybe on the condition that someone can get him to reel in his mouth. Ross?
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| 038 / 27 february 1998 |
[Feb 27, 2011 | 2:27am] |
WARDED TO LAST WEEK'S FELLOWSHIP OF THE TORTURED, FRIENDS & RESISTANCEI spent too long thinking about this, but when you're locked up like a hemophiliac Romanov with a bum leg and a bloody dragon (excuse me, dragon-loving) Bolshevik keeping your arse there, you're kind of forced to think about these things. So, here goes.
I'm not a fighter. Christ, I'm not even a lover. I'm a bloody wannabe actress with what seems like absolutely no chance of dream-fulfillment at this point. I might say that I could spend this entire term with a prop tail between my legs, but let me tell you, after maybe three, three and half months of attempting to be neutrally vanilla with everything, it just doesn't work out like you want it to. Not with your mates getting sent to Azkaban. Not with a line of people screaming what I never want to hear again at the students who might have been their partners in Herbology. Not after shattering your own thigh as if it were a Rolling Stones record.
If I'd of had a breadcrumb of a chance to hitch a ride out of this shithole two weeks ago... cross my heart, I'd have taken it. I'd have known what you all would have called me. I'd have known exactly what it would have made me out to be. Worst, I would have known exactly what I'd have been leaving behind because after last week-- if I wasn't a believer before then, I damn well am a believer now, now that I know that they can take every inch of you and burn it into ashes.
I'm scared shitless. All I want to do is go home and see my selfish fuckwit dad, even just to tell him that I love him. That he still looks like Humphrey Bogart in his white tuxedo, and still wouldn't have to shave. That I forgive him, despite all the days I spent spitting poison and hate into his face. God, I've spent nearly half my life blaming him for fucking everything up and making me and Alicia the way we are. For ruining what I'd thought was a fucking decent enough family to keep.
Every year, you'd all post your quaint little pictures, and I'd smile while at the same time hate everyone and him for not having had what you lot seemed to show as your perfect family. If it sounds selfish, it's because it was selfish. I've wasted so much fucking time hating the wrong people and--
in the case that I never get to say it to the person I should. I just wanted to let everyone know that my father was and still is a good man. Even if he has done awful things. But even he's worth giving these bastards a right good pasting. /WARD
As soon as I get some spare crutches to escape Sarah, you can bet your arses that I can still whomp a bitch at charades.
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| 37 / 16 february 1998 |
[Feb 16, 2011 | 5:49pm] |
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| 36 / 14 february 1998 |
[Feb 14, 2011 | 6:10pm] |
WARDED PRIVATEGive it.
Don't give it.
No, give it.
I can't give it.
I already made it, I need to give it.
Then again, I don't.
But the card was ni--
Nope. Can't do it.
Even though that card was fant
Fuck, I already made the damn thi
No. There's no reason I shouldn't.
Sod it.
( WARDED TO JACKY )
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| 036 / 30 january 1998 |
[Jan 30, 2011 | 2:51pm] |
At least I'm not the only one who can admit my dancing was shite. Congrats, everyone. It's hard not to resist Thespians after your first performance, so, I'd watch out for the addiction. For all the newbies -- knock 'em dead.
WARDED TO JACKI was wondering If you're not busy being Mr Watson Quillian You hungry Got milk Sod it, Evie
If Han Solo's not too busy, want to grab a bite to eat in the kitchens?
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| 035 / 18 january 1998 |
[Jan 18, 2011 | 6:17pm] |
Fuck all. This is pointless.
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| 034 / 14 january 1998 |
[Jan 14, 2011 | 5:39pm] |
WARDED PRIVATENormally I'd talk to Jack about this. But now I can barely crack a joke in his presence. Least of all, smile. Is this what it was like for mum? Did she always think about him when he left? Did she regret it?
I feel like shit. But I suppose that's what I get for sleeping in Millie's bed.
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| 033 / 12 january 1998 |
[Jan 12, 2011 | 1:08pm] |
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I think I'm willing to allow for a moments worth of grabbing in exchange for anyone's generous compensation.
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| 032 / 8 january 1997 |
[Jan 8, 2011 | 2:12pm] |
WARDED TO THE RESISTANCEBad news, mates. If you haven't heard from Eowyn or someone yet, there are even more of them bloody berks here at the school. Ministry lot, I'm guessing. As far as doing what? I have no idea, but there were dozens of them here yesterday when Ian, Anthony, and I were scrubbing this shit hole top to bottom with our arses, and there are even more today going in and out of the dungeons. I can't get a good glimpse of what they're doing and every attempt to try has been thwarted by them nasty officials guarding the doors. Whatever it is they're doing, it can't be good. So, whatever it is you lot are bringing back, I suggest you find a way to hide it properly in the event of a possible search. Just saying. /WARD
WARDED TO RAT PACKWe're done. Got the official boot today. /WARD
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| 031 / 7 january 1997 |
[Jan 7, 2011 | 12:35am] |
WARDED TO JUGSGood to know that you're as undeserving of Audra as I've always thought you were. You see this? This is exactly why you will never, ever, experience anything remotely close to a loving, human relationship, because this fucked ideology you lot seem to adhere to will always compel you to alienate people like Audra, who loved-- still loves you more than you know. And all you can manage to do is turn your back on her the minute she needs you the most. Well congratu-fucking-lations, Jugs. You've just about lost the only person who genuinely loved you in this clusterfuck of a world.
Well, maybe not the only person. I'm sure that murdering shit you like to call a father will love you till the day you say "I do" to your first fucking cousin for all you know. Have fun with that. /WARD
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| 030 / 10 december 1997 |
[Dec 10, 2010 | 11:36am] |
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| 029 / 4 december 1997 |
[Dec 4, 2010 | 11:47am] |
( What I Feel Like Today. Wave them wands. )
If it weren't for you lot -- yes, including you Wayne you Irish berk -- there's no doubt I'd live to be a grumpy bastard my entire life. You know who you are, as is you'll probably see me wearing your clothes and refusing to share to your food today while at rehearsal. Nope, not even with you.
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