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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|07:15 pm] |
I bought new clothes today. I was tired of looking impoverished, and being unable to get a table in decent restaurants because no one can tell I ought to be treated well. I hadn't guessed that my wardrobe had anything to do with self-improvement, but it's had good results already.
Order:
Right. Bumped into Narcissa Malfoy and the alien baby, and she told me I need to get myself a pureblooded wife. That's my ticket back into society. Lovely thought, yeah? |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|03:39 pm] |
Order
Happy Birthday H. Belated, I know, but I got caught up at work last night and didn't want to be seen screwing around with my journal.
Harlan
I'm shit with gifts. Anything you want?
Marauders/Marlene/Lily
I don't think I'm going to be able to shake this hospital plan and keep up appearances at the same time. M'not sure what to do. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|08:17 pm] |
What was completely unacceptable before has crossed a line into the obscene that honestly disgusts me. Narcissa Malfoy is the exemplification of purebred propriety. There is no reason to mock her. She is a wife, and a mother, and those should make her off limits. Why don't you lot get a fucking life!
Order.
Merlin, could you please give me some warning about these things? I ended up having to fake a coughing fit I was laughing so hard. And what's worse is that a few of the blokes taking them down were rolling them up and hiding them in their pockets to take home. It made me feel all dirty inside. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|09:42 am] |
Order.
I spent the night with Endymion last night, and was not kidnapped and transported to St. W. for immediate brainwashing, so I think I can consider it a success.
Marlene.
I'm fairly sure this whole thing is legit and he really does believe he's in trouble. Obviously we can't seem that we're together in this whole thing, so mentioning that we're talking won't work, but if it comes up at all, can you let him know that when you and I were still friends you would have trusted me with your life, and that if I consider him a friend he would be safe with me? You can say it all bitter-like, but there's no denying that Endymion is our best lead into St. W. and if he's completely in hiding we lose that lead.
I would prefer to know if I do get locked up in there he might be persuaded to let you all in somehow...
Endymion.
Feeling any better today? I can call out sick from work if you need company. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2008|03:04 pm] |
Order.
Tour of St. Walpurgis? Good idea or recipe for disaster? Evadne has offered me one, and I'm tempted, because it would be good to know the layou, but I'm not so sure, because I'm thinking it might be one of those deals where once they let you in, they don't let you out until you're cured.
Sirius.
Your brother seems to be warming up to me... I'll be damned. The Potter charm is like some sort of drug to a Black.
Lily.
I am a shit friend love. I have a plan, and I think it'll really help me get closer to Regulus, but for a bit I need to leave Sirius out of it, and I might need you to play along. I've told Reggiekins that the surest way to bring Sirius back to the fold is for me and him to become best buddies and watch Sirius get jealous as hell. He wouldn't want me cozying up to Regulus and he'd start acting out and the whole thing would seem so real and if I tell him I don't think it'd go as smoothely. But if I don't tell him, I have a feeling he's going to get really pissy for a bit.
What do you think? |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|11:28 pm] |
Even at my worst, I would have never used a child to make a point like that. It's disgusting and uncalled for. The innocent should be left out of things completely, and if I find out who did it, I'll personally help them see the light about the sizable mistake they've made.
Private to Order.
Watch your cereal Marlene. I might steal all the marshmallows in the middle of the night so that you learn your lesson properly.
Private to Regulus.
I fell asleep last night before I had a chance to reply, but I wanted to tell you I meant what I said. No one knows Sirius as well as I do, and I'm telling you, he misses you. And when Sirius misses something that doesn't miss him back to his liking, he becomes the biggest pest imaginable to get their attention. I don't mean to upset you... I just thought you should know.
Private to Evadne.
I've been considering what you said, and I think you're right. I could certainly use a little peace considering me old friends can't seem to leave me alone. I would prefer not to miss work until after evaluations though. Do I need to schedule the visit or can I come in any time?
Private to Endymion.
I've been considering admitting myself to St. W. I've heard terrible things about it though, and since all those things came from blood traitors I don't know what to believe. I trust you-- can you tell me the truth about what happens when you're admitted? |
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[Oct. 1st, 2008|03:30 pm] |
Order:
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT shitshitshitshitshit
SHIT.
I'm fucking dead. Evadne Lestrange, from this point forth to be known as The Devil Woman, has kindly offered to help me in my plight to be a better purist. By trying to convince me to go to St. Walpurga. The Devil Woman even offered to talk to my supervisor so I could get time off wooooooooooork. FUCK ME IN THE FUCKING
Someone save me? She's being nice so I'm stuck! |
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[Sep. 29th, 2008|11:08 am] |
Even if you don't understand them all the time, and you don't agree with everything they taught you; I don't think there's anything in the world that could ever replace the way you feel after spending an afternoon just chatting with your mum. I really miss that.
I think if she was still alive she'd approve of the new me, even if she wouldn't agree with the principles behind it. If nothing else, she was always supportive, and I like to think in some way it would have made her and dad happy to see me married to someone with a last name they recognized, and know that the Potter name would go on being connected with all the other names that have been around for centuries. That's something that's important... something that will last.
( Lily )
( Marlene )
( Order ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|02:29 pm] |
There's nothing wrong with being proud of your wizarding heritage. It's unfortunate that jealousy causes some people to be bitter at those who are lucky enough to be able to trace their magical roots back centuries. If you ask me, to hold a position of power in the ministry you ought to at least be able to go back four or five generations. Otherwise how could anyone really understand our culture?
Order.
That made me want to throw up. Anyway. I need names and information on the purists close in age that might eventually not hate me.
The likeliest choices are Endy, Reggie (OK, that's a long shot), and Barty probably. Maybe a few of the girls, but it seems a bit odd to hang out with birds when I've got a wife and baby waiting for me. So... what do we know? |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|11:32 am] |
Finally got around to picking this damn journal back up. After Lily left me, I threw it in a box with the rest of the shit she ever gave me and meant to set it on fire. Sirius must have saved it or something, but for whatever reason, I found it when I was unpacking and figured what the hell? Why not catch up on the lovely world around me, right? Because just because you find out your whole fucking world view was a lie, and the people you thought were absolute pricks actually had a good point all along-- doesn't mean you have to hang your head and hide from society.
No. I'm embracing the life I should have been living all along.
Or I will be once I get my shit unpacked. Remus, be a good house elf and come in here and finish this for me?
Oh, right, I didn't say anything about that part. I'm living with the guys again. We've got a house in London. Actually, I should Sirius and I have a house, and Remus and Peter are living off of us... or with us... however you want to look at it I guess. It's loads better than sitting at home in an empty house you used to share with the one person you thought would never let you down, so--
That's about it for now. I need to get ready for work anyway, but if anyone wants to meet for drinks later, leave me a note. I've got to get to that embracing as soon as possible, seeing as I've got twenty or so odd years to make up for.
( Private to the Order ) |
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