| Out to lunch, Anthony & Zacharias. |
[Feb. 18th, 2000|01:18 pm] |
Zacharias shuffled his feet up and down the same square of pavement, peering distrustfully up at what little bit of sun he could see through the ever-present rain clouds. It wasn't as cold as all that, given that it was February in London, but Zacharias still mutinously wore gloves and hunched over inside his coat, glaring at the brave few strutting past in shorts and t-shirts. He wished illness on every one of them, longed for the suffocating heat of Africa, and stuck his near-gone cigarette between his lips for only the second time since he'd lit it. Zacharias was crap at being a smoker and he knew it, but now that he'd gone vegetarian, he felt some sort of inexplicable loyalty to his only remaining vice.
At the sound of obnoxiously buoyant skipping close by, Zacharias glanced round with a hunted look on his face, expecting to see Anthony and instead only catching a glimpse of a young girl bouncing by, her mother trailing, exhausted, behind her. Realising he'd just mistaken Anthony for a little girl, Zacharias began to chuckle to himself, until he also realised that he was being stared at by passersby as if he were a madman, for having the gall to chuckle when there was clearly nothing funny going on. With an indignant huff, he turned away and walked back up the steps to the doors of his office to tap his cigarette into the giant ashtray out front. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2000|03:07 pm] |
There was a whole lot less fighting when this was just a network of two. Although I do think, were I forced to choose, I would pick fighting over reading about Ginny Weasley's private matters. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2000|10:24 am] |
I wonder what the protocol is on combining muggle medicine with healing spells? I know you're not supposed to mix medicines with potions but spells I'm not so sure of and I've had the hangover to end all hangovers all bleeding day. The aspirin I've been downing since six this morning (when Anthony so graciously decided to wake me up by falling off the sofa onto me) hasn't even made a dent and I've reached the point where pointing my wand at my own head isn't seeming like a dead stupid idea anymore. But it'd be no good if all I managed was to turn myself orange or into a egret or both at once especially because I'm at work now, the muggle sort that isn't so used to their employees spontaneously morphing into giant, festively-coloured birds.
Usually I know better than to drink on a week night, not because it effects my job performance, I get staggeringly little done on the best of days, but the fluorescent lights are about as soothing as having pins stuck under my fingernails. But yesterday was my birthday and Goldstein is shaping up into a chronic gambler. Bet that he could out-drink me and really I couldn't let that stand, could I? Not in my own house, on my own birthday! Right about that it was alright I guess. I got a few cards in the mail, Hannah sent black and yellow earmuffs, Justin sent a giant ginger cheesecake and Ernie and Anthony came round for a bit for video games and old movies.
Ernie, being the proper guest and all, left in a timely fashion, keeping in mind that I had work first thing in the morning (and the girlfriend he had to get home to probably had something to do with it, too) but oh no, not Anthony. He's probably still passed out on my sofa, the lazy tosser. He could at least make himself useful and go get his natter back from Luna Lovegood so he can keep me entertained while I'm wasting away in this cubicle.
Apparently Luna's gone and set up a natter shelter of sorts, at least that's what Ginny Weasley told me in her letter. Mine's been with me all along, I've been keeping it as a transfigured cat but Ha someone else's natter was mailed to me accidentally and I didn't know what to do with it so I mailed it on to Ginny and that's when she told me about Luna's natter haven. I'll bet Anthony's is there so he'd best go and fetch it because no offence to Ginny or Theodore but if I'm not going to be using my natter to keep up with certain friends that don't understand the concept of a mobile phone (Anthony) there's really no point. And I sort of miss having it in cat form, actually. At least then all the biting and scratching and hacking up hairballs was sort of forgivable. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2000|02:20 pm] |
This is most definitely not my favourite time of the year. Everything is so very pink and noisy, and no matter where you look there is a lovesick girl wanting the strongest love potion possible. People should have learned by now that you cannot buy true love in a bottle.
Luckily Valentine's Day is only once a year. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2000|05:29 pm] |
Um. Well, hello Ginny Weasley. I suppose I ought to let you know, I am here too. Not spying, no, but. Reading. And now writing. I did not know you were writing again. Luna Lovegood seemed to think, for some odd reason, that I might want this beast back. She even dared to claim it has missed me. I'm not so sure of that. Yes, it does follow me around everywhere I go but I think that is only because it wants to gnaw on my toes. Or do something else to my leg, which I find very inappropriate. My leg is not a female Natter.
Perhaps you'd prefer me to stop reading about your private life? I am sure Luna Lovegood will take this creature back if I ask her to. I can always tell her it stopped enjoying the taste of my woolly socks. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2000|10:03 am] |
it's really late right now and sort of hard to write because dean's asleep on my arm but my natter just crawled over well actually it didn't so much crawl as scuttle but anyway it started nipping at my fingers and then it fetched a quill for me so i figure it wants me to write. i'd forgotten how demanding natters can be but i don't have anything to say so it feels sort of silly just writing to fill up space to appease my natter i guess i could talk about my day but not a whole lot went on. dean came round for dinner and spent the night mum and dad always make him sleep in ron's old room but dean always comes and falls asleep in my room after they've gone to bed and really mum and dad don't have anything to worry about it's not like we're going to do anything here it's too weird you know with my parents one floor down it's even sort of uncomfortable just snogging when they're in the house. it's just like at school you know we always had to plan really carefully if we wanted to be alone for um things of a certain sort and usually it was only during the summer that we could because doing anything at school well people were always bound to walk in on you no matter how well you were hidden and even during summer we both have such crowded houses that it was near impossible even thinking about it is exhausting and it makes me want to get a house of our own really soon. we just might though together we have enough for the house but only just the house, if we got it now we wouldn't have anything left over for food and the like so we've got to save up just a little bit longer. it rather exciting really i'm looking forward to it even though sometimes it feels as if we're too young to go round buying houses and planning for well for a family really and all of that but we've been together for over four years now and i'm quite certain at this point that this is how i'd like it to be. ever since they started dating biddy and douglas have always been on and off because one of them gets cold feet and biddy's always wondering if she should be with someone else instead of douglas and maybe i wondered that early on if i was meant for someone different but i don't anymore. i think this is the best way it could have turned out because i love dean a lot and i'm really happy with him. |
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[Jan. 9th, 2000|08:33 pm] |
ron came round to visit today he lives in diagon alley with fred and george since he's working for weasley's wizard wheezes now he's really brilliant actually he came by to show us some new prototypes it's all very hush hush because there are all sorts of imitation shops trying to steal their ideas. i could probably write about it here since i'm fairly certain i'm the only one here anymore but better safe than sorry you know. i mean you never know who's reading what you're writing on these things that's why fred and george stopped making them. i know i should probably give this back to them and have luna give them to the others but i don't have the heart. i've been reading through all the old journal entries by everyone especially that first year before everything got messy. i guess i miss it a little bit. not a whole lot because i wasn't really close with most people who had natters and there were a few people i could definitely do without and the ones i was close to i'm still close to mostly and i see them lots so it's just as good as reading entires they've written. i guess i do miss harry a bit. i mean we've not seen him for well over a year now and i know it gets ron down a lot. he doesn't say it but i can tell. ron saw my natter and i let him read it a bit and i asked him if he wanted his back since i saw it at luna's house chasing neville's about at least i think it was neville's but ron he said that he didn't want it he said he doesn't have time and all that and i suppose i can understand that. sometimes you just grow out of this. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2000|12:27 pm] |
oh i feel sort of nervous about writing here again which is silly of me isn't it because now no one's reading these at all. well someone might be but i doubt it because most of the the natters are at luna's now. i don't know how they found their way to her but they did and they just spend all day romping about her house and nibbling at my ankles when i visit and mine's been there for the longest time too it seemed very cross with me at first for shutting it up in a box in the attic the year before last but lately it's been letting me stroke it which i suppose made me feel a bit sentimental and all that and that's why i asked luna if i could take it back home with me. it was hard after seventh year and everything to keep up writing in these for the normal growing up reasons and the abnormal ones that made fred and george shut down production and recall them because certain people had been using them to try to get harry killed.
i really am out of practice when it comes to journal writing. i don't know what to say next really. i used to be very good at journal writing but that was back when there was someone talking back you know i haven't ever had a journal that didn't talk back so this is sort of a new experience, having a somewhat normal diary. although the average diary doesn't curl in your lap and purr while you write in it so i guess it's not strictly normal, but certainly normaller than having your brothers or your classmates or voldemort listening in on your girlish confessions. i haven't got much left in the way of girlish confessions these days just a lot of complaining about adult things like work and relationships except both of those are going rather we won our last match against the arrows and dean's practically living at the burrow these days. we've talked of getting a place of our own and we both want to do it properly not just some awful little hovel over the muggle side of diagon alley but a real house with room enough for pets and you know certain other small creatures you know the ones i mean. but the harpies have been playing brilliantly this season so there's every chance we'll have the money for that house sooner rather than later and it's a little overwhelming you know how fast it all happens. growing up i mean. if you stop to think about it even for a second it seems sort of terrifying which i guess is why it goes by so quickly because who wants to stop and be overwhelmed by how much taller and more responsible you're expected to get? it's better to just sprint right into it and see where you end up when you've got there, i'd say.
i think my natter's fallen asleep i mean it's been a while since i've heard its noises but i'm pretty sure the one it's making right now is a snore so i think i'll set it down on my pillow and have some of mum's fresh cider and maybe head down to the public telephone by the muggle bus station and ring dean. we used to have a phone in the house but dad just couldn't resist poking round inside of it and now it's not good for much of anything except being a paper weight and i can't use the fireplace because dean doesn't have one in his house. the bus station is a bit far off but luna lets me borrow her bicycle which is enormous and orange with purple and yellow ribbons tied to the handles so it's rather fun to ride round on. it's been snowing all morning but it finally stopped now and i'm itching to get outside because there's something especially brilliant about being the first set of footprints in a new snowfall. well all right i'm off then. |
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