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[24 Nov 9.36am] |
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So, out of curiosity, how are you lot spending your nights now?
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| As it gets worse... |
[14 Nov 1.20pm] |
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mood |
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 irritated |
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( Order )
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| Super duper private to Edgar. Duh. |
[23 Oct 12.11am] |
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mood |
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 curious |
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Thoughts on Rookwood?
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| Tempers lead to trouble. |
[12 Oct 9.57pm] |
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mood |
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pissed off |
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[Private to Edgar. So private you don't even know. Don't. Even. Know.]
I need you to give me a good fucking reason not to punch Crouch Jr in the bloody face tomorrow at work.
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| Protected, for friendly eyes only |
[09 Oct 6.32pm] |
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mood |
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aggravated |
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I need a drink. Well. Several drinks.
Someone join me so I'm not an alcoholic, eh? Carlin's already passed out, otherwise I'd make him go. I've finally a night off. I'm taking advantage of it. Takers?
Alice
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| Here we go again... |
[16 Sep 10.40am] |
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mood |
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annoyed |
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So, my brother Carlin has effectively lost, yet another, job. Apparently, he managed to blow up his desk while experimenting with what tasted best in his coffee--because, obviously, cream just isn't exciting enough. Then he decided to go get pissed at a pub, get in a bar fight he doesn't remember and end up in St. Mungo's where our Da was the first Healer to come to his aid.
He's a disaster and still hungover and on the verge of getting disowned. I've been running back to our flat every free moment I've got to be sure he isn't any worse. I don't have time to baby him. He'll be lucky if I don't kill him after this.
-Ally
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| Well. |
[08 Sep 9.18pm] |
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mood |
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angry |
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Um. I'm not really sure what I'm allowed to sa
Better safe than sorry: No comment.
[Edgar]
Distract me with your ramblings I don't understand. Please.
[/Edgar]
[Frank]
I'm sorry, what the bloody hell just fucking happened?
[/Frank]
Alice
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| While we're on the subject... |
[26 Aug 3.06pm] |
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When my brother (and flatmate), Carlin, and I moved into our flat he had the idea that we needed one of those vacuum cleaner things. Mind, I'm sure they're great if you know how to use them, but, well, Carlin does not. However, Carlin did not believe this until after he had destroyed a rug, knocked over a lamp, and, finally, caught my cat's tail in the thing. Then, when he tried to empty it, he ended up spilling the contents all over the kitchen floor--thus, rendering the whole situation entirely useless.
Carlin has yet to earn the privilege of experimenting with Muggle gadgets again.
Alice
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[11 Aug 10.01pm] |
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cheerful |
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I've never been much of a writer (unless it's music, but this certainly isn't), so please excuse my likely, ah, less than fluent and fabulous articulation here. Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself a bit, eh? Seems to be the trend, really. Well, I'm Alice Prewett. I'm an Auror and I, as mentioned before, play and write music in my free time--which is fairly non-existent since beginning Auror-dom five years ago. I'm madly in love with a one Fr Not nec I have a big loud family and grew up arguing with everyone (both in friendly and non-friendly manners) and have yet to master the art of shutting up at the right time, which often makes for interesting conversation, I suppose. I don't know. Oh, and I've a black cat--I know, how Muggle fairytale of me.
Yeah, that's enough for now. I'm not much for talking about myself. Although, now, I'm at a bit of a loss as to what I should talk about.
Say hello! That should help start conversations and give me something to talk about. Wonderful.
Alice
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