Ah, it's been a while since I last used this journal thing. I'm sorry to anyone who missed my incredibly unhelpful entries, but...oh. Well. You know how it goes. First you hit a rough spot, then things start going better, then you're pulled out of the City, then back in, then something really bad happens of which you've no idea because people still ( Read more... )

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Back to our normal age, City? Splendid.

[Private codes | hexed unhackable]I've given up trying to think. How do I rationalize the fact that my future is even grimmer than theirs ( Read more... )

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Good morning, City. I...am in Hell. Left alone with the Marauders and Ron? Very bright of you, Harry. It a good thing that sarcasm often distracts them from asking me more questions. But, on the term of them sticking to safety...they're driving me insane. I can't believe ( Read more... )

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Cozy little cot, isn't it? I suppose we should be making outselves at home, but...I can't-I can't deal with all of this. Again. First I find out I have a son, and then that my best friend turns out to be a Death Eater. And my son hates him. And he's killed someone. Oh, Severus, how did it get to this? I must've not helped at all, isn't ( Read more... )