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[December 18] |
At least the maids are not running into people.
( Warded Private )
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[October 22] |
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Albania is gorgeous, of course, but I'm so glad for English rain and haze. And my own bed. And my wife.
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[September 01] |
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I'm starting to think my wife has moved out of the house.
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[August 06] |
How ironic is it that I spoke German yesterday?
If you have no clue why, do a quick look up on Bletchley Park. That's my family underneath all the Muggle-ness.
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[July 16] |
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Merlin's beard, I have never been more thankful that I Apparate as much as I possibly can. The Floo network is insane, and I am so glad that I don't work there at the moment. I'd take a hundred wars before having to deal with unruly children just sitting in the Floo. How on earth did they manage that?
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[July 02] |
There's nothing like a change in job titles to piss you right off settle you down a bit. Seems I've picked up a few parolees this week.
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[June 17] |
All right. Can I stay sixteen? Permanently? Less things ache, and I'm missing a whole slew of war scars and stubble. My artfully-done stubble hadn't grown in at sixteen. It's so strange. I remember looking in the mirror at sixteen, and being overly pleased with my reflection. Now when I look, I just see a scared little boy.
Funny how times change.
Anyone up for a Quidditch scrimmage in Dodderidge?
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[June 14] |
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McClaggen, I didn't know you cared.
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[May 30] |
Nothing like a birthday as cause for a celebration.
Carmichael, you're such a baby compared to me.
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