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[Jan. 11th, 2012|07:47 pm] |
[Private to the Order, Warded against Edgar Bones, Trio can read]
I am out. My son, if I have any say at all, (which thanks to YOU, Albus Dumbledore and your feeding him with ridiculous noble intentions for years, I probably don't) is out. If my husband wants to continue to sleep in our house, he is out. Save the wizarding world without my family involved. Especially my son, you useless, pompous, arrogant, selfish twits.
I will no longer be involved with an organization that has no problems sacrificing a child, but is supposed to make special allowances for everyone else's children.
Done.
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[Private to Sirius, James, Remus, Alice, Frank and Harry]
Do not even ever MENTION the fucking Order to me ever again. I'm done with the entire useless lot. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2011|10:28 am] |
The house is ridiculously quiet and I am fairly sure I am slowly going mad. Harry hasn't owled me even once. He's gotten so grown up
James, you are failing in your duty to entertain me! Alice too! It's a good thing I never went through with that idea of becoming a teacher, you'd both be getting detention. At this rate, you will make me resort to Sirius for entertainment. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2011|10:50 pm] |
I am in the baking mood. No, not for baking pies. I am tired of baking pies.
I want to try something else. Something like cookies. Or cake, Or cupcakes. Something creative. Something that .... will mean I have to spend even longer in a hot kitchen.
Okay, never mind, back to pies.
[Private to Alice]
So, after the concert, do you want to come back here and try out a new mimosa recipe? I feel the need to get very very drunk - responsibly.
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[Private to James]
I think you and I need to have a nice long chat with Dumbledore. Face to face. Maybe with some hexes involved. or fists.
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| Entry 002 |
[Jul. 31st, 2011|11:19 am] |
A motorbike. A damned motorbike for my seventeen year old son. If I thought it would do any good, I'd ground him until he was twenty, but I can't even blame him.
That's ok though. I know exactly who to blame. And who to withhold pie from.
And who to save my very nastiest hex for the next time I see him.
We need to buy a new couch. Evidently the one we have is entirely too comfortable to be any sort of effective deterrent. |
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| Entry 001 |
[Jul. 25th, 2011|08:30 am] |
James, dear, I can't find Harry's baby picture books where I thought I put them. You haven't seen them, have you? I need them for a ... slideshowproject.
( Private to Sirius/James/Remus ) |
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[Jul. 12th, 2011|11:21 am] |
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