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[24 Apr 2008|01:08pm] |
Wonderful to hear out Ministry has finally taken the threat of Greyback seriously. Only three or so major attacks later. The display of heroics is just simply overwhelming.
I've been immersing myself in a new potion brew, only available at Grim's. It's a new and improved Pensive, able to hold 1,000 more thoughts and dreams. The bowl is transfigurable as well.
I have also brewed an hallucinogenic made of goblin's eyes, gillyweed, (some other ingredients I'm not inclined to inclose) and silvertail extract. The results have been positive thus far. For those who take calming draughts and dreamless sleep potions regularly, this may be a good substitute.
Well, I suppose that's quite enough business for this week.
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[17 Mar 2008|09:43pm] |
I'm so terribly anguished that I missed the Mentally Deficient Children's Talent Show. I'm sure there were many fantastically liberating acts, and a tear comes to my eye when I think just how many renditions of "Would You Light My Cauldron" I missed out on.
Well, that's the end of that sentiment.
I took a week off of work this week, simply because I can. Please don't bother me at home about potion orders. When I'm home I'm distinctly not working, and when I'm not working I don't want to be bothered about why your Wartcap Powder smells like Frogspawn Grounds. It's not my fault you don't know the difference, and I'm certainly not going to waste my time explaining it to you.
Something I miss terribly is gambling, so this St. Patrick's day I'm drinking the finest wizard wine and taking out a deck of cards with my father's finest confidants. It gets so droll, practicing technique alone in my flat, day after day. I have tried over and over again to find respectable people who would roll some dice against me, but perhaps I'm just that intimidating or lost any trace of social skill.
Oh, yes. Too bad about Spain, really. Although I wish the Daily Prophet would report about something else, I'm getting weary of reading about it.
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[29 Jan 2008|01:57pm] |
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GET THESE THINGS OUT OF MY FLAT!
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[12 Jan 2008|03:18pm] |
First werewolves are set loose and there's rarely anything being done about it, then there's Death Eater attack (which, seemingly, everyone has forgotten about), and now most recently we all witness the historical Goblin Revolution.
I beg you, can someone tell me a logical reason as to why we are all still living here? I am now currently looking for another flat outside of London because this is positively absurd.
And I do wonder when the Ministry will become aware of everything that occurs on this Lane and actually start monitoring it. Until then, we all have our lives in our hands. That's certainly a way to live, isn't it?
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[18 Dec 2007|01:06pm] |
( Warded Private )
Well, I suppose I'm back from an unexpected holiday. I see from scanning the previous pages in this journal that I haven't missed much of relative importance.
Of course I heard Lisa has gotten married to an oaf. A very hearty congratulations to you, my frie former schoolmate.
A neighbour gave me three candy canes for Christmas, all different colours. I prefer the peppermint ones myself, but I did try the green spearmint one and it was not too dissatisfying. I suppose I'll have my house elf decorate my flat for Christmas, perhaps get a tree and put some tinsel on it. Maybe I will be daring and (hopefully they are not too off-key) open the windows for the first time when the carolers come to sing a holiday tune or two...
Not, however, if they sing that horrific Respite.
Time to allow my house elf to unpack for me.
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[22 Oct 2007|11:39am] |
Why do I keep on being sent bouquets from strange women? Can they not get ahold on themselves? I mean, really, I leave to go on my afternoon stroll and some woman faints and almost trips me in the process. The action would have made perfect sense if I had done something gentlemanly, but I remember telling her that if she did not make her child stop whinging and crying that I would do so myself. Perhaps women respond well to harsh criticis--
I never knew bear mating season influenced female mating season. I can almost see a correlation there.
( Warded Private )
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[04 Oct 2007|03:02pm] |
( Warded to Zabini )
After the lovely War Sanctions Committee, Grim's Apocathary has gotten a few complaints from outside buyers about our continued refusal to brew Wolfsbane.
Due to one sickeningly sweet testimonial of an old schoolmate, I do not believe that I nor my staff will be changing our codes of ethics any time soon. I'm quite sorry, the plight for beast rights is just not moving enough no matter how many sob stories they tag to it.
How quaint. My house elf just handed me an invitation to a costume party.
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[17 Sep 2007|01:00pm] |
It's a shame and a pity that everyone's voices are gone. Truly.
Grim's Apocathary in London is selling the remedy for 3 galleons, much cheaper than Bobbin's. Also, we offer quality potions. I shouldn't have to remind everyone of this, but know what you drink. Bobbin's is not sanitary. They do not continually wash out their cauldrons after brewing, meanwhile at Grim's we have an entire sanitation house elf team devoted to such a job.
We also carry gift sets, for those who would like to be generous and send the remedy to all the members of their family. It wasn't my idea, it was my mother's. Get your basket today.
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[10 Sep 2007|12:31pm] |
( Warded Private )
I was awoken today by the adorable little children who live down the hall who thought it intelligent to play handball on my door. I walked outside and patted each of their heads with wartcap powder, calling them "rambunctious little tykes".
Hopefully by later on this afternoon they shall be fairly unrecognizable.
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[01 Sep 2007|03:00pm] |
Macbeth: Boring.
A Midsummer Night's Dream: Underwhelming.
Caesar's Revenge: The most decent, yet certainly not enough to keep me from leaving the Charity Play Festival earlier than originally intended.
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[22 Aug 2007|02:01am] |
( Warded Private )
I would suggest gambling on that Euphoria Quidditch Tournament thing, but I don't think I'd really want to put my precious galleons on anyone playing. Perhaps I'll watch anyway, for a good laugh.
I love reading the paper to find out about posioned lettuce, werewolf attacks, "romantic" vandalism, and residents' breaking out into song and dance numbers unawares. I'm ever so glad I moved here, and I can't imagine why I don't leave my flat often. My logic must ellude you all, but it's not as though I'm not quite used to that already.
Some of you should never sing.
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[31 Jul 2007|01:58am] |
I want all of the werewolves out of Euphoria Lane this VERY INSTANT, or I am packing my bags.
Safe living around them? Don't give me anything near that line of bullshite.
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[13 Jul 2007|06:40pm] |
( Warded Private )
Two obese children are playing gobstones outside of my building near the entrance steps. It's a hazard. They're blocking the doorway.
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[04 Jul 2007|12:44am] |
( Warded Private )
I hate cats. I'm allergic to them.
The woman who lives across the way has at least one in every crevice of her home, not to mention a few kneazles. How do I know? Well she thinks it's necessary to take them on walks (who in their right mind takes a cat out for a walk? Bloody lunatic) and so I find tufts of hair on my welcome mat outside. Apparently the little beasts are shedding and I can't very well leave my flat with cat hair all over the place. It'll be like walking into my own personal itchy-eyed, clogged-nasal-passage HELL.
And if anyone gets the "bright idea" of sending me a cat because they would take pleasure in my pain, know that the cat would not only become part of my experiment "Which Hits the Pavement Faster: The Feather or the Cat?", or I'd take pleasure in leaving it on Lisa Turpin's doorstep so she could declaw the thing and hopefully it would die from rapid blood loss.
Onto more important business. I'm a man who likes to gamble. I like receiving large sums of money so I can spend it just as quickly. I do follow Quidditch, but only to the extent of assessing teams, and I do so very closely. In regards to the final few matches of the World Cup, I would like to hold such a game in the parlour of my flat. The stake is high. We are not stripping, so don't ask. We play with galleons and ONLY galleons.
Let me know. Unintelligent/poor/uncouth/obnoxious people need not apply.
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[21 Jun 2007|04:22pm] |
Why is there so much NOISE outside?!
Stupid, bloody carnival. They woke me up before noon. I should've never moved--
I'm dropping a flower pot on the next clown I see.
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[18 Jun 2007|04:00pm] |
Huh. I was wondering why I saw less and less owls flying around Diagon and whatnot until I got bored and read a month's old newspaper and saw an ad for these diary things. Or journals, whatever they call them. Either way, I am fairly unsurprised to see so many people writing in them, and it's certainly something I can shove in my father's face when he tells me I'm not doing enough with my life. Well here you are dad, I'm not in the minority. Just look at all these other people!
Whether that be true or not (I don't really care), I figure I might as well use it to my advantage. I think I vaguely remember seeing Kevin's handwriting, maybe Anthony's. I don't really recognize anyone else's, so if you don't recognize mine, I'm Stephen Cornfoot. I'm a man with very little to say until someone says something stupid, which is pretty much inevitable these days.
Wow, two paragraphs long. I don't think I've written this much since my N.E.W.T. History of Magic final. I should stop now. Hand cramps.
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