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| 2009-10-05 08:33 |
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this is just
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| 2009-09-20 22:38 |
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Some people might think I should lock this, but this is something I think everyone needs to hear. Far be it from me to stick my nose into other people's business, and Merlin knows I usually keep quiet about these things, but someone needs to say it, so I guess it'll be me.
We need to stop this. Keeping to ourselves, keeping quiet. We need to talk to one another. We need to trust one another. I mean, remember how we all got on this network: we're here because someone trusted us enough to invite us and over the past few months, we've lost sight of that in a very large way. Times aren't easy, I know that. Trust me, if anyone knows, it's me. We've all lost someone, are scared and don't know what to believe, but if we keep pushing one another away, if we keep falling apart then You-Know-Who's already won as far as I'm concerned.
What happened to working together? What happened keeping in sight the things that truly matter? We're here, we're still here and if we just sit around, staring at each other suspiciously instead of fighting them then we're useless. To ourselves, to each other, to the good of all magic. If you still want to stop this world from going to hell, I suggest we put whatever misgiving we have aside and just work together. I don't care how, we have to find a way, goddamn it.
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| 2009-08-30 21:33 |
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Well, the last of the summer tourists are leaving Salcombe. The weather is still pretty warm. Hank is getting really good at two things: catching sticks and swimming. If anyone wants to come shoot off some fireworks with me on the beach to mark the end of the summer, they're welcome to do so. Diggle, I know you like that sort of thing.
It seems as though the journals have been fairly quiet and not without reason, but if anyone feels like just seeing some familiar faces and maybe sharing a pint or two, you know where to find me.
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| 2009-08-03 21:04 |
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A funny thing, time is. Sometimes it feels terribly slow, endless and then before you know it, months, sometimes years go by. Whenever I stop to think about the concept of time, it's difficult to come to terms with it or even understand it. It's unfair a bit cruel damn it
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happy birthd
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| 2009-07-19 15:00 |
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Hello, everyone. This is Hank.
He's an Old English Sheepdog. He likes to chase the tide, and nip at crabs on the beach.
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| 2009-06-25 01:53 |
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When does it stop?
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| 2009-06-19 12:24 |
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So I'm moving at the end of the month.
Not far from where I am, but I've been living in a flat and paying rent for most of my adult life. I went to look at houses and I think I found one I like. There's a street a little ways down the beach, away from all the shops and restaurants. It's quieter, and more locals live there. It's not very big, but it has a fence, and a yard and I can see the water from my back window. It has a back window. And I could probably get a dog.
I signed the papers yesterday. I feel good about it.
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| 2009-06-09 13:50 |
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The tourists are starting to roll on in. I was almost beaten by an old lady at the market place trying to buy some vegetables for stir-fry yesterday. I'm going to have to start going very early in the morning to avoid the crowds.
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[Lily]
I talked to some contacts about those books. It might be tricky tracking down what you need, but when I hear more about it, you'll know.
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| 2009-05-21 00:40 |
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[Amelia]
I read about Edgar in the Prophet. Are you all right?
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| 2009-05-03 18:11 |
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Well, FB is restocking for summer and it's been a madhouse trying to re-catalogue and find shelf and storage space for everything. I've only just managed step out into the sunlight for the first time in what feels like ages. I could go for a cup of tea right about now. Or something stronger.
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[Order]
Any news about Fabian's release yet?
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| 2009-03-30 09:29 |
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I suppose it's been a long while since I've written here. I've been working a lot, taken up a few extra hours at FB. There isn't much to say, really, aside from the fact that things seemed to have returned to normal faster than I ever thought it would. We're strange creatures, aren't we? Humans, I mean. How easily we adapt, how quickly life goes on. It's not really acceptance. (How can we accept?) It's simply the undeniable urge to continue.
How funny, being able to talk so simply about this.
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At least it's warmer now.
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| 2009-03-01 21:13 |
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I wonder if this will help. I wonder if I pour out all my memories of them onto this page, of when they were alive and happy then the nightmare of their death would disappear.
I met Marlene even before I knew I was meeting her. Growing up she was just always there. We used to wade out on the shore when Brendan and my grandpa went out to sea and just watch the horizon, wondering how long it would be before we'd see their sail on it. She, Neil, Connor and I used to sneak off past the beaches to the cliffs and climb down, looking for old shipwrecks. Sometimes when I went off by myself to collect sea glass, I would come back to town to find that she had gotten into a fight with some of the tourists. She was so stubborn. The fights usually just started from a small point of disagreement and escalated until the other kid had a bloody nose. We would both get scolded by Anka: her for being unladylike and me for not being there to stop her.
I feel like I was half-raised by them--Brendan and Anka. I was there enough, that's for sure, playing pick-up Quidditch matches with the boys or going off to go swimming with Lee. Anka would cluck her tongue and dust off the sand from the beach before giving us biscuits. Brendan brought home big, fresh fish, caught that day and grill it on spits over an open fire. We--all of us, her family and mine--would all pile into my grandparents' house on the beach and build bonfires and sing songs, set off sparks like fireworks when the town was empty and the last of the tourists were gone.
At school, when most kids thought I was weird or funny for collecting Muggle comics and getting too excited about chess and bottle caps, she'd tell them off. When I tried to explain how exactly a nuclear spider bite would give somebody superpowers, she listened genuinely, but sometimes gave a swift kick in the shins if I was talking too much. If I went off into my own world, she'd pull me out sometimes and say, "Merlin, Podmore, get some fresh air, see some sunlight." Even so, she was a terrible influence on me. She used to try to get me to skive off class all the time. It's really a wonder that I passed at all. She always enjoyed being a little reckless because back then, we could be.
When things started to get bad in the world--when people started disappearing, started turning up dead--she would get fired up, indignant, ready for a fight. I was almost always scared, but she would give me a shove and say, "Nothing gets done from being scared." The same year, Mick was born.
From the moment he opened his eyes and entered the world, they were thick as thieves.
Mick called me Uncle and could make just about anyone laugh. He was feverishly devoted to Quidditch and devoured comics (something I'm proud to have instilled). He was just as stubborn as Lee, and quick to voice his opinion. He was properly mischievous the way a boy his age should be. We played tricks and pranks on Lee and Anka all the time. I'd lift him up like he was flying so he could be Superman, invincible and a hero.
Last time I saw him, he couldn't stop talking about Hogwarts. He would've been brilliant there.
It's hard to remind myself of what it was just a few short days ago. I think it's harder trying to forget. I don't know if writing this helped at all. But at least, now, I won't have to try to forget.
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| 2009-02-26 23:38 |
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they're
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| 2009-02-22 03:33 |
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What in Merlin's name are you doing?
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| 2009-02-20 20:44 |
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So this is what my mum digs out to show me today.
I'm proud to say that I was reading comics even at that age, even if they were only the funnies. The other one is Lee. I've known you for far too long.
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| 2009-01-28 22:02 |
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Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself.
( I am large, I contain multitudes )
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