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[posted on August the 20th] |
THERE ARE CHILDREN EVERYWHERE.
Ginny? HELP!
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| Goat. |
[posted on December the 18th] |
( PRIVATE )
Would someone please explain why there's a man standing in the middle of Diagon Alley proclaiming that the goats will be cast to the left?
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| Driven. |
[posted on December the 5th] |
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This is driving me insane.
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| Spread. |
[posted on December the 2nd] |
Why are they hanging up mistletoe in the hospital? The people who frequent here are sick. What a brilliant way to spread infections, viruses and diseases.
On the other hand, the tree looks nice.
On a somewhat related note, purple pubic hair as a sympton makes sexually transmitted diseases highly amusing.
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| Antidote. |
[posted on November the 16th] |
I'm really concerned. I still haven't stopped thinking about Kevin. This is not normal, I don't want to feel this way. I don't need to feel this way. I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN LOVE WITH A MAN!
You know what you should never do? Trial antidotes on yourself, and then go away and drink lots of alcohol. You shouldn't really do either, but the two combined makes for the sort of stupidity that's just crying out for attention. So why did I do it? I have better things to do with my time than deal with this kind of patheticness.
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| Love. |
[posted on November the 9th] |
PRIVATE:
So, if everyone else has returned to normal, and I also ate a muffin circa the time I "fell in love" with Unknown (well, I figured out who he is now only to read up and find out he's bloody leaving the fucking country. It's probably for the best) - then why am I still pathetically moping after him like a fucking school girl?!
PRIVATE TO THEODORE:
Over Robins yet?
PUBLIC:
You're still all barking mad.
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| Mad. |
[posted on November the 4th] |
I think I'm over Georgie. I've been thinking about this bloke all day and he's just so fit I can't get him out of my head for about ten seconds. I didn't know I liked blokes. My mum's going to be so weirded out. But she's not here for the next three months. Julius. Shit. What's Julius going to say?
You're all barking mad.
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| House. |
[posted on November the 3rd] |
My mother is pissing off to the other side of the world for the next three months. I don't know why, and... I don't want to know why. So it looks like I have the house in Kent to myself for the duration, seeing as Lucia isn't interested, Titus bought his own property last week and Julius is nicely set up with Lottie in Hogsmeade.
Here's to temporary freedom and solitude that doesn't involve using up my savings! In an effort to get over her some sort of social endeavour, some of you are invited to celebrate. If you don't like me, or I don't like you - don't bother. And if I don't know you - hahahaha, fat chance. I'm not stupid. And yes, I'm a bastard enough to post this publically just to look like a snob.
Sorry.
( TRACEY )
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| Summarising. |
[posted on October the 26th] |
Is there anything worth reading in these bloody things anymore? From what I gather, some of you are workaholics, some of you are way too obsessed with your charges, some of you are indulging in homoerotic behaviour, one of you is losing her clothes, one of you is dating a child, Granger is being surprisingly laconic in relaying news, and I don't know what Bradley's trying to say - but I doubt anyone else does either, so nevermind that.
( TRACEY )
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| Curse. |
[posted on October the 17th] |
( PRIVATE )
( GINNY )
( SASHA )
You've got to love the inanity you meet in Artifacts Accidents. When something is labelled "Do Not Touch. CURSED." it generally means, "don't touch the fucking object, it's cursed - unless you're just plain masochistic." Ministry workers. What do you do with them?
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