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[09 Oct 1997|11:50am] |
i am an adult
now.
(what a scary thought)
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[03 Oct 1997|08:26am] |
what an
interesting
experience. my basket was
well-intentioned but
slightly off the mark--
it took a great liking to
headgirl
mister ernie macmillan
who i do like of course but not in a flowery lunch sort of way.
from what i could see he felt
the same. a good time was had by all, the ham was
yummy,
finite.
all in all a good after noon.
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[01 Oct 1997|07:12pm] |
oh, i think i get it now.
head girl? my basket likes you.
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[29 Sep 1997|03:24pm] |
ow
my
ears.
(this is not
putting me in a romantic mood at all, really.)
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[26 Sep 1997|08:46am] |
new edition of the quibbler,
today. there seems to be a bit of trouble with
(of all things) holes going on.
all of you step carefully, and if you see one
avoid it-- lest you fall through clear to china
like the others.
(daddy sent me biscuits today. they're shaped like fish.
in rememberance of the tunabiscuit i think.)
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[23 Sep 1997|01:35pm] |
school is, as i said,
lovelyandwonderful and
to those who have asked:
wild horses with crowbars couldn't keep the poetry club from
reforming. same time.
same night. let the rhyming begin.
(sixth year is
harder than fifth but nicer ithink
because there are no owls looming overhead.)
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[02 Sep 1997|11:22am] |
how lovely
to be
back.
summer was nice
but school is nicer i think.
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[13 Aug 1997|11:06pm] |
a riddle.
he starts and ends two common english words one painful in love one painful in everyday matters do you know what two words must i be?
(happy belated birthday
ginnyfer.)
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[02 Aug 1997|03:57pm] |
this surelysurely deserves capitals if anything does this does Ginnyfer? Ronald? Harry? Weasleys one and all please answer if you read this which I'm sure you will because this is absolutely not possible in the least really not absolutely not. Send forth your aurors and whatsits and someone please write something reassuring because The Dark Mark is hovering (looming) over the burrow and I can't see anything from here but I can't go any closer and just send people.
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[31 Jul 1997|04:52pm] |
our kitchen table
(we are all home again thankfully)
looks as though we have chosen to use newspapers for a table cloth.
(i hope this will be the last time The Prophet is ever in our home. let alone on a surface off of which we eat.)
daddy's at the
quibbler reporting the
news, of course.
(but never good news, there's
no good news to be found. none.)
this
is
terrible.
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[26 Jul 1997|07:10pm] |
wiltshire is a nice sort of place, despite
all jarvey scandals (which are very
intriguing! daddy is such a good investigator).
despite how much my vocabulary has
er
expanded due to these investigations, my hair isn't any curlier than normal. daddy's is looking
a little twisty around the ends but i think it merits further examination before
i decide whether it's jarvey-related or not.
(it was nice to take a bit of time for tea, as well)
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[12 Jul 1997|07:31pm] |
my nose is
freckly!
i love summer.
ferdinando seems to like it too,
if the amount of spiders he keeps bringing me is any sort of
barometer.
but that's another
story.
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[24 Jun 1997|06:51pm] |
home again, and oh
i am so glad to be back.
(O.W.L grades? what?
i shan't think of them until they arrive. peace and quiet
from exams is what i want.)
i have all my things together with me
again (finally)
and so daddy got to see me
in my peacock hat.
i really do adore that man.
i am happy
even if school maybe didn't end as happily
as it should have. (tch hindsight.)
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[20 Jun 1997|05:29pm] |
all done.
now i can breath
(and dance)
freely.
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[15 Jun 1997|08:36pm] |
oh what a world.
i hope that dumbledore
Knows what to do
because i don't and i'd like just one
person to trust really.
i have biscuits for sharing with the tired and worried. that is
everyone.
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[13 Jun 1997|07:05pm] |
i don't know anything about anything
but i do hope that
things have returned to normal at
least
as much as
they
can.
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[13 Jun 1997|12:40pm] |
the littleyears are
all milling around and tittering and
i think one of them is
looking a bit sniffly. i hope
someone spys
harry soon, because everyone is looking
very green
around the
gills.
exams are hard enough without
Mysterious Disappearances.
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[12 Jun 1997|09:10pm] |
this is clearly a very advanced
stage of brain leakage.
poor harry. i hope he can get all his thoughts back!
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[08 Jun 1997|12:00pm] |
one last
day of 'freedom'
before all hell breaks loose.
my brain is officially full.
i think i'll
nip down and have some pudding with lunch
and try not to think ahead.
(oh, i wish i had
my lucky humdinger feather...)
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[30 May 1997|08:10pm] |
O.W.Ls O.W.Ls O.W.Ls
(and once more for luck)
i feel so
twisted up in knots that
i worry i'll just wake
up one morning and find that i've
shrivled up in the night.
i've practised all my good luck dances recited all my encouraging sayings (good luck, self, break a leg, self, touch on wood, self)
and i suppose that's that.
i just want a biscuit and a book that isn't about
potions(transfigurationcharmshistoryofmagicetcetc).
just a few more weeks, self.
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