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[16 Apr 2009|09:16pm] |
Right, so things aren't going as planned. Fuck this. If only there was another way, a way where I wouldn't have to bow and pretend to be nice to that witch. I hope this will work.
Thank you, Madam Lestrange, for being so very patient and teaching me the error of my ways.
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[07 Mar 2009|03:27pm] |
Next time I get a brilliant idea and rushes out to do something that is most likely going to be the end of me, please stop me.
This cell is in dire need of a makeover. Why must prison cells be so absolutely horrid? All grey and murky and entirely cliché. There's a horrible smell too, though I suppose that is what to expect from the Lestranges. Even their name smell. Badly.
Hm. I should probably cross out parts of this entry. No need to get new wounds before the old ones have healed, I suppose.
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[08 Feb 2009|12:39am] |
private.You are sick in the head. I hadn't done anything wrong and neither had they! They were innocent and unable to protect themselves. I di I never They were harmless. And you bloody killed them. You will regret this! That's a promise. /private.
[ooc: journal entry was hexed private thirty minutes later by anthony.]
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[29 Jan 2009|08:45pm] |
[ooc: paper is wrinkled and the text is smudged by tear stains]
It's all my fault. I just I didn
( Hexed private by Cho )
Healer Strout, will they be okay again?
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[07 Jan 2009|08:27pm] |
( Hexed private by Stephen. )
It has been a while since I last updated this journal, been otherwise preoccupied doing absolutely nothing. Hope you all had a lovely Christmas and a Happy New Year.
What the fuck happened!? Is she really dead? And... And I think that was it for now.
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[10 Dec 2008|07:42pm] |
There is so much that I would just love to say right now, but as I am a slave, I don't (apparently) have the freedom of speech rights. Who would have thought, hm? Surprise, surprise. But I am sure you can all just imagine the insults.
I don't like seeing all the blood. Luna, you okay?
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[03 Dec 2008|11:04pm] |
Here I am, being quiet, yet all the problems seem to lead back to me one way or another. One might start getting the wrong idea and think that you're just waiting for the opportunity to strike me again.
My wounds have healed rather nicely. No visible scars. Though in direct artificial light I can still see them, though only faintly
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[28 Nov 2008|09:27pm] |
I apologize for my recent outbursts. I know now that I was wrong.
It's odd how much I have missed this journal. I know two days are hardly anything and that Stephen could have kept it from me for more days, but I need to be updated, I need to know that my friends are all right. I hardly receive news anymore, because I am a slave, and it... hurts is a bit annoying.
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[26 Nov 2008|07:54pm] |
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[25 Nov 2008|10:27pm] |
My disciplinary meeting went as I had expected. I actually stabbed Lestrange!
I... fucking bloody hell Sir? Chang? Help? I'm afraid that I will be a bit indisposed today.
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[20 Nov 2008|06:01pm] |
Being out of Azkaban is good. Cornfoot is so much nicer than I thought he would be. Don't know exactly what I had imagined, but certainly not this. Free to do as I please all day long? I just... I wish there was something I could do. I feel worthless.
Justin, I hope you are okay mate. Time will heal all wounds, or so they say. Though I personally I think that's a lot of bullshit.
You - you know who you are! - will get what's coming to you. Some day. I'll personally see to it that you do.
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[28 Oct 2008|10:08pm] |
I don't think I can do this any longer.
So very tired. I'm okay though, my wounds are nearly healed just wished that the bed was more comfortable. It's bloody annoying sleeping on something as hard and unpleasant as that.
Anyone found Trevor yet?
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[09 Oct 2008|09:12pm] |
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I want you to know that the mandrake still screams. Just like it always does, and this time I am in no need for ear muffins. I only hope that someone will look after Trevor. He is a good pet, and has always been there for me – even in the time of a crisis. Find him, please.
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