| 047//It's a beautiful day. |
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Posted on the 10th of December 10th, 2009
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I've spent the past few days bathing repeatedly, unclogging my pores, and opening every room in the house.
My parents have invited me to Boston for Christmas holiday; they are calling me daughter again.
Blaise is coming to my home tonight. We are going to choose a spa to visit; I hope one with Vietnamese nail technicians, they really do cuticles better than the slags from Coventry or whomever it was at the Muggle salon I went to back in August before it all began. Horrific.
I sat outside, using a heating charm to say warm, just out in the sun for an hour.
And I got a haircut. I had the most horrific split ends, it was worse than getting that head wound.
And on Saturday, I am working at the apothecary.
I can breathe again. Slythindor and all, I can breathe.
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| 046//With a wink and a smile. |
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Posted on the 8th of December 8th, 2009
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Warded to Millicent and Will
Thank you both, for saving my life.
I will never forget what you did for me.
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| 045//La belle et le bad boy. |
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Posted on the 24th of November 24th, 2009
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Warded to Blaise
I wish to leave my house. And by 'leave' I mean, not go to your house. Go someplace else. Like a spa.
I am very nervous, but I am beginning to look wan, and not even a werewolf can scare me off from skincare.
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| 044//Some of it is transcendental, some of it is really dumb. |
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Posted on the 22nd of November 22nd, 2009
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Warded Private
My life of hiding is so boring, my journal falls into a coma when I put pen to paper.
I wish to fight, to help. I don't know how, or if it would be welcome, or if I would be an asset if I leave the comfort of a potions lab (or from behind a register, but I doubt the great fight between good and evil will require accounting skills). But I do know, living this small, scared life is going to kill me. Or give me wrinkles, which is unquestionably worse because you have to live with being ugly.
I am boring myself. I'm going to draw a bath and read Pride and Prejudice.
PS, Blaise still sucks as a boyfriend. Alert the media.
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| 043//Watchmen, tell us of the night. |
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Posted on the 16th of November 16th, 2009
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And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites: and it was so, that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite? If he said, Nay, then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth: and he said Sibboleth: for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Judges 12:5-6
I wonder what I'd say.
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| 042//I need a fix 'cause I'm going down. |
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Posted on the 13th of November 13th, 2009
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Warded to Pansy and Beatrice
I've been with Blaise for four months. In which I have developed...feelings for him. And he continues to enjoy the company of his mirror most of all.
Oh, Merlin's mercy, am I insane?
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| 041//I have been holding my breath for too many nights in a row. |
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Posted on the 9th of November 9th, 2009
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Warded to Millicent
Before theThe Minister still hasn't written back to me. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to help you, Millicent. I really tried.
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| 040//On a clear day, I can see, see for a long way. |
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Posted on the 6th of November 6th, 2009
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Warded to Blaise
Hi.
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| 039//Help, I have lost myself again. |
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Posted on the 4th of November 4th, 2009
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Warded to Beatrice
I have been unable to go to school or MWP work with any regularity since Ruby died; I haven't really left the house, I fear visiting my friends in case I risk their lives with my presence, and I certainly can't have anyone here. And my parents have told me that they have great affection for me, but my immediate relocation to join them in the United State is not something they would prefer, given the fears they have of Fenrir hunting me down, no matter where I go.
I have decided, instead of waiting for Fenrir to find me, that I will cease this daily erosion of my life and end it of my own choosing. I have a few more letters to write, but I am expecting to execute this by the end of the night. My plan is to send an owl to the DMLE before I do so, but I thought I would tell you in advance to make sure that the DMLE doesn't disfigure me. I want to be beautiful, especially in death, and I don't exactly trust them not to do something awful, like chip one of my teeth or bruise my skin in some nasty way that would necessitate a closed coffin.
Also, I wanted Blaise
I am writing you a proper letter that expresses my affection for you, but I wanted you to know, before.
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