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Maybe a list is better. It feels less like a diary, less like I'm confiding in Tom anything and just... saying and doing what needs to be said and done. So:
→ Released the rats. Didn't destroy the note. I don't know why.
→ Checked the apartment wards another half-dozen times. Ought to stop worrying, I know they'll hold.
→ If Tom knows more about me, he hasn't let it on. Maybe it's just my name.
→ Haven't seen any owls since Bellatrix's package. Good.
→ Found a place for spell practice. Get started on old DA drills immediately. Dueling?
→ Memories returned the other day. Everything. Family and friends, faces and names, it's all back. Thank Merlin.
→ Relaxed. A little. I'm allowed to do that, of course I'm allowed. Felt better for it.
→ Finnick's sodding scarf is done. Looks terrible but it's his fault he asked for it. Should get that to him, I suppose.
→ Ought to discuss things with Dumble Albus. Catch him up on what the others have been up to... or not up to.
→ Stop worrying. STOP WORRYING. Tell everyone it's fine, it'll be fine. It's always fine. I'm fine.
→ Don't let them know otherwise.
→ Keep flying.
I miss everyone from England. I miss my brothers. I can't believe it's been a year and a half since I've seen home. I hate this. Stop it. You're being an idiot. Talk about something else.
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[ text | filtered away from slytherins ]
Let's get some things straightened out, City.
Awful pick-up lines using magic puns and bad English accents aren't clever or adorable. They're just sort of sad. So don't try to ask me if I want to make magic with you, if I want to know if that's a wand in your pocket, or if I want to show you how well I ride a broomstick.
Those don't work at home and they definitely don't work here, either. At least try to be original! Valentine's Day is about two weeks away, you've time to find better ways to ask a girl to be your date. And you've time to find a better girl to be your date, that's what my brothers would say. Ha.
This isn't a personal invitation, by the way. I just felt, for all our sakes, that blokes ought to know these sorts of things-though it does make for a good laugh.
[ooc; waiting tables with tipsy npc dudes makes for hilarious stories. also, i apologise in advance for any weird icons lj leaves this account with in a few hours. ffff.]
Maybe a list is better. It feels less like a diary, less like I'm confiding in Tom anything and just... saying and doing what needs to be said and done. So:
→ Released the rats. Didn't destroy the note. I don't know why.
→ Checked the apartment wards another half-dozen times. Ought to stop worrying, I know they'll hold.
→ If Tom knows more about me, he hasn't let it on. Maybe it's just my name.
→ Haven't seen any owls since Bellatrix's package. Good.
→ Found a place for spell practice. Get started on old DA drills immediately. Dueling?
→ Memories returned the other day. Everything. Family and friends, faces and names, it's all back. Thank Merlin.
→ Relaxed. A little. I'm allowed to do that, of course I'm allowed. Felt better for it.
→ Finnick's sodding scarf is done. Looks terrible but it's his fault he asked for it. Should get that to him, I suppose.
→ Ought to discuss things with Dumble Albus. Catch him up on what the others have been up to... or not up to.
→ Stop worrying. STOP WORRYING. Tell everyone it's fine, it'll be fine. It's always fine. I'm fine.
→ Don't let them know otherwise.
→ Keep flying.
I miss everyone from England. I miss my brothers. I can't believe it's been a year and a half since I've seen home. I hate this. Stop it. You're being an idiot. Talk about something else.
---
[ text | filtered away from slytherins ]
Let's get some things straightened out, City.
Awful pick-up lines using magic puns and bad English accents aren't clever or adorable. They're just sort of sad. So don't try to ask me if I want to make magic with you, if I want to know if that's a wand in your pocket, or if I want to show you how well I ride a broomstick.
Those don't work at home and they definitely don't work here, either. At least try to be original! Valentine's Day is about two weeks away, you've time to find better ways to ask a girl to be your date. And you've time to find a better girl to be your date, that's what my brothers would say. Ha.
This isn't a personal invitation, by the way. I just felt, for all our sakes, that blokes ought to know these sorts of things-though it does make for a good laugh.
[ooc; waiting tables with tipsy npc dudes makes for hilarious stories. also, i apologise in advance for any weird icons lj leaves this account with in a few hours. ffff.]