| Entry 26 |
[Dec 29, 2008 * 11:49pm] |
Warded to Hufflepuff '98:
All right - party at me and Hannah's for New Year's Eve. Me dad can cater (aka cook us actual good food and sending it with me), baked goods and booze will be a-plenty. Even the fruity stuff. Just a bloody brill get-together with friends, yeah? Oh, significant others and dates ARE invited, just let us know so we can have enough dinner for everyone. Me personally, I'm gonna be too busy serving the alcohol for that rubbish.
Who's in? And if things get slow we can go crash the Kelly's bash for midnight or summat. And if you can only stop by for a little bit, that's fine too, yeah? I just don't feel like going to a bunch of loud-arse parties and being the only one not getting snogged or shagged or all that shite this year
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| Entry 25 |
[Nov 13, 2008 * 1:05pm] |
Warded to Hannah:
So... again, mate. Sorry about yesterday. You know how I get. And the whole blurting without being able to... NOT blurt thing really put me off and didn't help at all, aye? I'm saying sorry to him though. By the way.
Warded to Ernie:
Well, at least we both look nutters? Thanks for managing to keep it a secret, Ernie.
.... you're not gonna want all the gossip about it now, are ya?
Warded to Wayne:
Oi... sorry if I was weird yesterday. I had to avoid you at Megan's party in case I Remember when you were writing everything you thought and you randomly thought to tell me I looked good in that dress? Same thing. Er - I mean, thoughts were different, but I think I got that same hex cause I could just not fuckin' shut up.
Warded to Neville:
Okay, so. I think you must have been hit with the same thing I was yesterday - where you couldn't just STOP your quill or mouth or whatever and dumb shite popped out? Yeah. Same here.
I mean, the threats were all real and all - you touch a hair on Hannah's head all inappropriate-like, your teeth are gone and your arse'll be kicked. BUT I know you didn't mean to say that shite in public. And you are a good bloke. And even good blokes are allowed to think a bird's fit. And I sound like in idjit now, but basically, I'm apologizing for going off on you.
You should ask her out to dinner, though, you know. If you like her that much. I'm all for Hannah having a nice bloke, as long as she doesn't get hurt.
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| Entry 24 |
[Nov 12, 2008 * 9:37am] |
WEDNESDAY, my day off, it's bloody brilliant, really, even though I should probably start taking more clients to prepare for the holiday season. I'm almost nervous because I've never had quite this salary to spend and I won't be able to get my friends and family much to reflect it since I'm giving a good portion of it to my brother so he can go to University. He started this fall on a huge scholarship and so far he likes it, although I have to wonder how it feels to only be starting it when he's already twenty-one, but I've told him loads of times age doesn't really matter with those things, yeah? I didn't start my therapy and fitness training until I was his age - and I was all right. Course it's a bit different, the magical and muggle difference. If anything, he hates takin' me money, so I've started givin' it to Mum and Dad. They don't like taking it either but I told 'em we've always done the financial thing as a family and until I've got me own to support, givin' it to them is no different than me helpin' out in the restaurant for years.
And especially when I won't be havin' a family for ages. Hell, I can't even figure out what to do about the bloke I fancy, and the other blokes I think are fit - I'll be rubbish as any sort of Mum down the road. Why am I even thinking about this? It's stupid. I don't want to be a Mum for a long time, a long, long time. Damn visiting the parents over the weekend. They always make me think about all this stupid shite even though it's not really stupid, I just say that because I really don't want to bloody think about it much because it makes me fidgety and stupid-sounding... like this.
Why am I writing all this rubbish down anyway? I need to stop. I can't remember what I was going to write about but it was going to be short and not in the least bit serious, and I think I was going to ward something private about staying with Wayne for the last week.
Oh, fuck.
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| Entry 23 |
[Nov 3, 2008 * 12:20pm] |
Well, as much fun as this weekend was with Halloween, that bloody brilliant party, anf lots of alcohol plus Wayne plus good mates - then Hannah and I were woken up in the middle of the night last night because some Ashwinder fire got out of control. Oi, everyone on the first couple floors alright? We're way up on floor 4, so none of our stuff was damaged and we're fine, but now we've got to find places to stay for the week while they do repairs - at least we get a month's rent paid!
So Wayne any takers Wayne - I call your couch for the week, aye? I'm canceling this afternoon's clients to pack and help Hannah with her bags too. Ernie, you have an extra bed for her, right?
Christ, I'm exhausted. This lass does not do well on three hours of sleep.
Warded to Hannah:
I'll be home around 2, luv, that alright? You talk to Ernie or anyone yet? If not, you can have Wayne's couch and I'll take his bed the floor.
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| Entry 22 |
[Aug 13, 2008 * 4:48pm] |
Oi! Opening ceremony of the Olympics tonight! I'm always glued to the damn thing. Fuckin' brilliant. I remember back when I was just eight or summat I used to think I'd be on the British Women's Olympic Football team. And if I couldn't do that it was going to be rugby. Because I was a right plonker and didn't know that rugby wasn't in the Olympics anymore. Then I found out I was a witch and alla that went right out the window. Since I was a witch I was supposed to do something magical career-wise. And I almost did! Was in that Magizoology program for nearly two ruddy years before droppin' out to help me brother. And now I'm doin' magical and Muggle personal training and physical therapy. So I guess I kind of came full circle. Atalanta's top representatives are in Greece right now at the Games, free, because of the aide and sponsorship and all that they offer on the Muggle end.
Maybe I'll be that much of a big-wig one day. When I've won Gym Owner of the Year a shiteload of times and am working over at Atalanta Headquarters in central London, etc. etc.
Haha, yeah. Right. I'll sit here with me ale all comfy on me couch after a long nice day off from work and enjoy the Olympics like that for the rest of my li'l life, I think. Or maybe I'll pop down to the pub to do it. Either or... still fun to dream.
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| Entry 21 |
[Aug 1, 2008 * 8:08am] |
Christ on a stick, I haven't bloody written in forever. Mainly because I've been working longer hours and taking on arseloads more clients than I was earlier in the year. I mean, it's great for business and all, and hell, not bad as far as my pocketbook goes, but as far as a social life and relaxation time? Not as much. Me brother's not accepted having to push back going to University again until at least the spring now so he's trying to find a second job. I told him to relax about it until most of the local Uni blokes go and leave their jobs open for the term, but... I don't think that was the right thing to say. Mum's favourite collector's dish and he fuckin' Sensitive sometimes, yeah? So he's strugglin', but until he finds his second job, he's working twice as much back at the restaurant, and I'm giving him all the money from my extra clients covering the odd expense for him here and there because at twenty, he'd really like to stop owing Mum and Dad. That's about when I up and got my security job... as much as Don doesn't really need to worry about a war during this time of his lifeeven though he did at sixteen instead, still makes me glad that that whole limbo time of will-I-won't-I make it in real life is over for me. War or no, it's not on to have no fuckin' clue where you'll be in a year's time, if you'll have a roof over your head to call your own yet, or if you'll be stuck in the same rut you were at the time.
Maybe I'm feeling all nostalgic and chatty-like because of Hogwarts last weekend. It was real... surreal, going back. Haven't been back there since I left school with the rest of me class, and oi - did anyone else just get thrown by the smell? It smelled like Hogwarts' grounds and the castle rooms and all of that to me and especially going with Wayne, felt like I was seventeen again for a bit. Hannah and I ran up to our old room, just like a lot of people, and seeing the Hufflepuff common room, pretty much exactly how we left it? It was kind of nice, actually. Felt sorta sacred and shite that way, I guess. I busted into the old broomshed and took a fly around the pitch Sunday morning like a few other people. It was weird walking around the grounds, in the greenhouses... I don't even know what to say about half of it except it made me remember what it was like. I thought I'd be reminded of a lot of the shite we went through, the battles, the friends we... well, and it did. But it was more good than bad, actually. Like I remembered the bloody scary times, but more often than not when I was in that castle, I was safe, and I was so fucking happy. I guess there are all these horror stories about school and being awkward and maybe it was like that for a lot of people, but for me, I never felt like I belonged anywhere more in me life.
Until I moved here. Life was rubbish for a long while there for everyone, and then it got better with time, yeah? But then we had real life and that was hard too - but now we've got that down pretty much. As much as you ever do, probably. So yeah - full circle then, really. Not bad for all the shit in the middle of it.
And now fuck this reflective shite, the RACES start today! Oh - and Suse, I've got your present, just arrived today - so don't think once I forgot!
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| Entry 20 |
[May 8, 2008 * 2:42pm] |
Hannah's birthday was pretty brilliant. The family had her over for dinner, made all special by me Dad, of course, and he had his pastry chef friend bake one of the biggest cakes I've ever bloody seen. Christ, Hannah, 24 years old. Always have to be a month ahead of me DON'T you! But yeah, earlier on in the day we visited her Dad and went shopping for some new flat furnishings and we got these new... er... what did she call them... "daffodil" coloured bathroom sets? Like towels and a shower curtain and shite. It's a yellow so.. I can handle it. Better than pink. And it was Han's birthday, so, I suppose I was alright with that.
So, we've had some interest about starting up a self-defence class for women at Atalanta's. Birmingham's branch has had one for a couple months now and figures they start that up once I leave it's been a success so far, and Atalanta's wants us to do the same, especially with all the dodgy happenings around here in the last year or so. It'll start out as a once a week class and I'm teaching it, so hopefully no one minds that. I figure if you can all stand me shouting at you over loud music in kickboxing, you can stand me anywhere, yeah? Would anyone be interested? I'm trying to figure out the best time of the week to put it in the schedule, figure I'd throw it out there to the people who might actually be coming - see when most birds would be open for it (night vs day, weekend vs. weekday) It's scheduled to start up first week of June and it's gonna be all sans-wand and all... I mean, if you want to learn how to defend yourself with your wand, gym's not really a place for it, yeah? It's only about a half-physical class, part of the hour spent on practicing the defense, the other on safety tips and advice, etc.
( Warded Private )
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| Entry 19 |
[Apr 19, 2008 * 5:28pm] |
Merlin - it's been a bloody mad couple of weeks. Strudel and Bruno talking to us which both made it easier and harder to hide them and we discovered that neither of them are very fond of their names. Strudel kept going on and on about how she didn't exactly enjoy being named after pastries she couldn't even eat - and Bruno... well... I think my owl might be gay? He likes Hannah's nicknames, flowers, and the feeling of wind in his feathers. You know, it really figures.
And then these bloody weird plagues... it's all a bit much, but the sticky pink shower day was the worst for the gym. We didn't have many clients because if they can't shower afterward... well, that's never good and those who did come were form out of town and while I tried to put bloody signs on all the showers, I had some twats yelling at me for the better part of the day about how our showers were disgusting and they never wanted to come back. Some listened to me explanation some didn't - for those who didn't, fuck 'em. Except all this is making a lot of people consider the Birmingham branch and if I fuck it all up with this one I dunno wha
But anyway. Today me hair is full of ringlets. Hannah wanted me to put it in pigtails. FUCK NO. I told her that it wasn't really 'me'. Stupid showers... I don't mind curly but... this is bloody weird... and Hannah's hair is straight as a board, like mine usually is. Christ. At least Hannah knew how to deal with curly hair. Lord knows I fucking don't.
( Warded to Wayne )
( Warded to Hannah )
( Warded to Zacharias )
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| Entry 18 |
[Mar 25, 2008 * 10:25pm] |
Well, I'm bloody glad I didn't eat any of those cakes from Saturday. Not that I don't fuckin' speak my mind, but I don't even like half the random shite that pops into me head let alone other people.
And I don't have much to say about that bill, except I remember from way back when I was still in Magizoology that there was definitely a fuckin' line between categorizing Veela from "Magical Creatures". It gets sticky with werewolves, yeah, but that's why there are special Werewolf committees and shite to deal with that fact. I dunno.
I say everyone should have come to kickboxing and just beat the shite out of our equipment. It's what I do when I can't stand to think about people being bloody idiots anymore.
Luckily, class went well, appointments went well, today was not a bad day. Who's going to karaoke on Thursday? I need a laugh.
( Warded Private )
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| Entry 17 |
[Mar 7, 2008 * 11:20pm] |
( Warded Private )
Sorry about the other day, everyone. I'm all right now. Thanks for the worries, but it was just that bloody floo. I swear I'm not that mad normally.
( Warded to Wayne )
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