Greece
Well, the weather is balmy but overall very pleasant, as any change is pleasant from as the heat was to be expected and I packed accordingly. Wonderful place, Athens, though I find the Muggle tourists insufferable and there seems to be a giant cloud of smog ever present on the horizon. Oh, well. The history of histories hardly needs clear skies to read the writing on the walls.
Private
Interesting errands, those.
I find myself to be much more moody when there isn't sufficient company to amuse me and the...yes. Well. Blast this parchment for being such an enticing outlet; I promised myself I wouldn't use it but it seems an inevitable and forgone conclusion that I should turn to the one companion who won't talk back...
My feet ache terribly, these things keep kicking and nudging, my back feels sweaty, and my accent is horribly nasal. Or so I'm told. "You will never be a Grecian. You can only hope to be born one." Bah humbug.
I wonder what Miles that devilishly sexy miscreant Bletchley is doing.
The glyphs on this ceremonial trophy from Crete are fascinating--I wish I had time to photograph all of the ancient art there. Form Two has been deciphered; Form One is a complete mystery to archaeologists, although the pictographs are definitely a blend of Mesopotamian and Egyptian descent. Perhaps I should write Bill.
No, no, no!
Was I always like this in school, abstaining from any true friendships in exchange for superiority and then regretting my decisions only enough to sleep with the nearest male who offered me a decent conversation? Or less? Merlin's balls.
AND NOW I'VE AS GOOD AS TOLD THE ENTIRE WEASLEY CLAN THAT SN---
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!
He had better keep quiet and reign in that pesky Griffyndor pride, for my sake as well as for Snape's. If Poppy can keep this quiet, then so can he. Right? Right.
So long as Snape doesn't provoke him.
...
Damn that man.
I promised myself never to have children. This is the worst possible disaster ever to have befallen me. I promised I wouldn't put another living soul through the hellish nightmares of parental neglect. Now I'm going to have to do exactly that, or become a mother and retire. This will leak out; my parents will disown me to save face in wizarding society. Do they grow up to become...I only did this for my own protection.
I like being alone. I like independence and self-reliance. You don't have to love, care, need, want...
You can't be hurt that way.
Private
Interesting errands, those.
I find myself to be much more moody when there isn't sufficient company to amuse me and the...yes. Well. Blast this parchment for being such an enticing outlet; I promised myself I wouldn't use it but it seems an inevitable and forgone conclusion that I should turn to the one companion who won't talk back...
My feet ache terribly, these things keep kicking and nudging, my back feels sweaty, and my accent is horribly nasal. Or so I'm told. "You will never be a Grecian. You can only hope to be born one." Bah humbug.
I wonder what Miles that devilishly sexy miscreant Bletchley is doing.
The glyphs on this ceremonial trophy from Crete are fascinating--I wish I had time to photograph all of the ancient art there. Form Two has been deciphered; Form One is a complete mystery to archaeologists, although the pictographs are definitely a blend of Mesopotamian and Egyptian descent. Perhaps I should write Bill.
No, no, no!
Was I always like this in school, abstaining from any true friendships in exchange for superiority and then regretting my decisions only enough to sleep with the nearest male who offered me a decent conversation? Or less? Merlin's balls.
AND NOW I'VE AS GOOD AS TOLD THE ENTIRE WEASLEY CLAN THAT SN---
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!
He had better keep quiet and reign in that pesky Griffyndor pride, for my sake as well as for Snape's. If Poppy can keep this quiet, then so can he. Right? Right.
So long as Snape doesn't provoke him.
...
Damn that man.
I promised myself never to have children. This is the worst possible disaster ever to have befallen me. I promised I wouldn't put another living soul through the hellish nightmares of parental neglect. Now I'm going to have to do exactly that, or become a mother and retire. This will leak out; my parents will disown me to save face in wizarding society. Do they grow up to become...I only did this for my own protection.
I like being alone. I like independence and self-reliance. You don't have to love, care, need, want...
You can't be hurt that way.