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[08 Feb 2010|01:01pm] |
Anthony?
Romilda?
Daphne?
Added half an hour later.
Anthony. Come on.
Added several hours later.
ANTHONY MOTHERFUCKING GOLDSTEIN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU.
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[17 Jan 2010|07:38pm] |
( Romilda )
Being pent up in this castle is getting old. I've written a ridiculous amount of songs, which is great, but I feel like I'm physically wasting away. Okay, so not wasting away exactly but losing my condition. I got in a routine, before, and I never realized how hard they are to break. Probably because I never routinely studied. With NEWTs coming up, though, I've found a little more time to hit the books (shocker!) and am being reminded daily of the fact that I will never be a teacher or anything to do with studying. Give me the outdoors and a nice breeze, my broom, or my guitar and a sprawling tree by the lake any day.
Don't get me wrong, I respect the professors and staff here. I know they're doing what they can, but the new rules aren't going to help much. People are still going to break them, myself included but I'm sure their intentions were good. This is Hogwarts after all, and it's filled with a bunch of teenagers. With the exception of oh, five, everyone is at wits' end with feeling trapped. I think I read that one of the healers is close to finding a fix for the mist, though, so that's good. It'll be nice to get back outside in the sunshine. If it's even sunny.
( Anthony )
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[05 Jan 2010|03:46pm] |
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Well this is good. Totally what I need right now. I can't talk to either of the people I need to most, except through a bloody journal.
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[01 Jan 2010|05:36pm] |
[Hexed Private to Romilda]
Is everything all right? I haven't seen you or heard from you for days. Are you angry with me about something? I promise I'll fix whatever it is. I love you. I miss you. Please.
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[23 Dec 2009|05:55pm] |
All right, so I know the staff is looking into this fog, but honestly, if I have to stay inside much longer, I'll go mad. Completely and irretrievably mad. I've never spent more than forty-eight hours inside a building in one stretch and the courtyard doesn't count as out-of-doors. Gifts are done and packed away in the trunk for later. Homework is done and hidden where I won't find it 'til classes resume. The guitar is out, along with my notebook, but I'm still bored.
( Private )
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[11 Dec 2009|04:54pm] |
( Private to Romilda. )
( Private to Anthony. )
This snow is brilliant. It's not slushy or melting quickly like most first snowfalls. It's already hard packed and perfect for a snowball fight, which I am in the mood for. Course I'm not sure anyone else is, given the somber atmosphere in the castle as of late. I know, because I was feeling the same as little as a week ago. Like nothing was ever going to be good again. Almost like the dementors were here again.
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[27 Nov 2009|06:44pm] |
Mae caddug yno. Balfala 'i , cara boen ddwfn i mewn 'm esgyrn. Rhywun ddylu darfod achos beth gwnaethan. Dwi 'n falch dydy mo 'ma at canfod 'm awron. Brawychai 'i , at adnabod.
I hope everyone's at least mostly all right. Anthony, if you can read this, I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm a bad friend.
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[17 Nov 2009|11:24pm] |
It's been a long day. Spilled ink over half my homework this morning and then Romilda wasn't at lunch. Speaking of Romilda, has anyone seen her? We usually meet between classes and study after, but I haven't seen her since early this morning at breakfast. Gods, I hope she doesn't have that damn virus. Otherwise, I'm breaking down the doors of the hospital wing if they won't let me in to see her. I suppose it's needless to say I'm concerned, given all that's been going on lately. I need her. I can't She's FUCK.
Anthony, I think I'll come for that letter now. I need diversion and hearing from Mam might be nice.
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[26 Oct 2009|11:33am] |
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What the hell? Why are they locking us all in like that? I mean, I understand not wanting it to spread, but am I the only one who sees the fallacy in that plan?
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| And we danced. |
[16 Oct 2009|06:09pm] |
Hexed against professors.
I think they should've let me play instead of the Weird Sisters, but to each his own. Haha.
Hexed to Romilda, even though Ioan doesn't really care if the whole world knows.
Would you like to go to the masquerade with me? I've no idea what my costume will be, but we don't have to match. Unless you want to do something like that.
Visible to all.
Sy da. The ball sounds like fun.
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| An exercise in writing. |
[11 Oct 2009|08:50pm] |
The night engulfs the land and
Quiet encroaches on an already sleeping world
Stars wink out in a blanket sky
But no one sees
There's a feeling
I can't fight
There's a song
I need to write
And I wonder
If you know
What you do to me
When you say
That you want to be
Lying in my arms
With the rain on the roof
Let me tell you now
That I'm living proof
Love is a song
The world sings along to
No one on earth
Can love you like I do
Ugh. Someone spare me from this crap writing I've been doing lately.
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[29 Sep 2009|03:57pm] |
( Private to Anthony. )
This is one of my favorite old Welsh songs. I've found an interesting bit of magic that supposedly lets you charm music into a letter or document, kind of along the same lines as a Howler or talking card, so here goes nothing. Tap HERE with your wand to hear me sing it.
Morfa Rhuddlan
Du ac arswydus yw'r hanes am heddiw
Trechodd Caethiwed fyddinoedd y Rhydd
Ciliodd yr heulwen wrth weled ein distryw
Cleddyf y gelyn a gariodd y dydd!
Gwylliaid ysgrechiant ar faes y gyflafan
Ceisio ys glyfaeth mae'r blaidd a'r dylluan
Wylo mae Rhyddid ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan
Gwlad annibynnol byth mwyach ni bydd.
Cladded y Forfa dan donnau yr eigion
Agor, O! Neifion, i'r dyfroedd eu dôr
Dagrau rydasant delynau y dewrion
DTyred i'n canol, O Arglwydd fy Iôr!
Eto edrychaf ar draeth y gyflafan
Wadwyd mo Rhyddid er gwaethaf y cyfan
Gwell ydoedd marw ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan
Gwell ydoedd suddo i Ryddid y môr!
( A brief translation and link to the tune. )
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[22 Sep 2009|10:21am] |
( Heavily warded against everyone. )
Warded to friends (including Daphne, and maybe Tracey, if she squints)
Hangovers are hell. Especially when you've Apparated several hundred miles while still very much inebriated. The light hurts. Movement hurts. But it's still better than this morning. I don't remember where we are, but I'm sure Anthony will tell me whenever he comes back from...wherever he is.
I'm sorry we didn't say anything. I don't know if we'll be back to school, but we'll visit on Hogsmeade weekends.
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| It's almost easy. |
[14 Sep 2009|09:53am] |
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Mum and Da knew better than to ask me to come home this time. I'm staying. And doing whatever I can to protect my friends.
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| On rhymes and different times (I can't do this forever.) |
[09 Sep 2009|12:36pm] |
( Private. )
If anyone's noticed a lack of me lately, it's because I've been playing catch up. Yes, you read correctly, Ioan Cadwallader is now studying. But it's only because I missed so much last year. And I fully intend to make an appearance soon. All this slavery to learning has me looking incredibly ghost-like and generally unhealthy. Anyway, lunch will be over soon and then it's back to class, but look for me in the courtyard later.
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| On songs and righting wrongs. |
[02 Sep 2009|11:49pm] |
( Strongly warded against everyone, but his closest friends might break the spell. )
I've actually started writing again. It feels good. It might not be a song yet, but it's getting there. I'm almost glad we've got this first week off.
I'm waiting for the sky to fall
Waiting for the light to shine down here
Down here
Praying for the day to come
Hoping that we will still be here
Still be here
When it's all said and done
I'm gonna be the only one
Left standing here
(Oh, standing here)
And when the world's burning down
I gotta find solid ground
And wait it out
Right here
( OOC: Lyric source. )
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| On trains and paper planes. |
[29 Aug 2009|06:14pm] |
( Hexed Private. )
It was weird to get the Prophet again after going so long without it. But it looks as though no news is still good news. While I feel for the families of those who've ended their lives, I don't think losing one's magic is good enough reason. After all, maybe the virus is only temporary.
I've been trying to slog through the required reading for school, but ended up toying with the newsprint instead. It's just the right size to make a decent plane, so I sent it on its merry way right out the window.
Oh, and for those who might be wondering (in case it wasn't obvious by the fact that I was actually reading), I am returning to Hogwarts. I'll see you lot on the train, hopefully.
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