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January 21, 2008 @ 03:12pm
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[Backdated to January 16th]
These items appear bundled up very carefully on Sevvie's doorstep:
1) A dusty bottle containing a perfectly aged 1945 Ogden's
2) A curiously colored egg
Card enclosed says:
Happy Belated Birthday my good man! The Ogden's is one of my favorite drinks (good year as well), and as for the egg...well, I don't remember much about Potions--that's your area--but I do know that Salamander tails, eggshells, and claws are mighty rare. So...I summoned one up for you! This way you'll have a pretty constant supply.
Take good care of my darling! I already named it Sally McPufferson, but feel free to change it!
Just stick the egg in the fire and it will hatch and pretty much take care of itself. They're dead loyal, and make good watchdogs.
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January 12, 2008 @ 10:04pm
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It seems a lot happened the past few days...
Damn, has the world gone crazy? You people have certainly made things a hell of a lot more interesting.
Sev, are you still five or something?
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January 07, 2008 @ 07:06pm
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Mrs. Snape, I think you might need to go and see your son...he's not exactly himself.
Actually, he's a kid holed up in a closet and I'd rather not upset him.
P.S.: Can I come with?
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January 02, 2008 @ 01:45pm
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[Hexed private to Severus, and while the emotion was extremely strong, it did not weaken the charm at all...if anything, the words appear burned into the page]
Oh Severus...we need to exchange some words.
NOW.
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| WAR, hoo, yeah/ what is it good for?...Apparently a lot of things! <3 |
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December 30, 2007 @ 08:44pm
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It's been a while since we've spoken, Sevvie! If this keeps up, my heart, I'm going to think you're avoiding me! Don't be cold to me, it's been too long and I want to see you.
Bella and I are heading to the Library to do some research (can you believe it? hey, I'm finally listening to you! it only took death!). Anyway, we're going to look up stuff about the war, and any others that happened to follow. That throw rug Lupin implied there was more than one. I think it's time that I finally find out what happened.
Afterwards, can we meet up? I'll probably want to talk about what I've learned. Until then, Severus!
P.S.: Greetings to all of my compatriots!
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December 28, 2007 @ 09:26pm
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I had forgotten about this silly little thing and buried it years ago under files and papers and menus and crap. Funny how it popped up when I needed it the most. The Caffe has seen a huge boom in traffic, and in addition to acquiring the Bluebird across the way, times have been stressful. Journals are useless, but as I have no friends I need to vent my spleen somewhere (Note: Do NOT yell at Yue again; he'll leave next time and take his girlfriend, Kai, with him...and damn I do not need that...invest in punching bag, that'll help...other random note, start up club? people like clubs, right?). I fucking hate this, but hey, better than flames and everlasting torment! (Note: new motto? old one doesn't apply anymore as I'm dead...damn Moody, he still makes me [illegible scribbles and strikes, clearly the result of a flash of temper]
(Note version three: work on that, yeah?)
I wonder why I haven't met anyone I know, yet...it was a damned war, don't tell me EVERYONE lived except me and Wilkes. Not fair.
Customers are stupid, cooks are temperamental artists, waitresses are hot in heels but have jealous boyfriends (I'm not the only one with a bad temper YUE), bands are notoriously messy and BAD even if they attract more people. Am I out of cigarettes? Fuck.
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