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[12 Aug 2009|10:08pm] |
[Private to the Order]
I will apologize for being a complete twat. And I will say thank you to everyone who made sure I didn't die. Especially Marlene, Fabian and Gideon. However I will not apologize for doing something. It didn't turn out as well as I would have liked but a)I am still alive and b) I think we are closer to knowing who can find their arse serving a life term as a Dementor's main squeeze.
Definitely a female there. Check that two females. One, short who tried a voice altering charm that failed. Ten galleons that was Carrow. Leading the charge it would make sense. And the second was a sadistic knife throwing bitch. Unless of course they've taken cross dressers into their ranks. The other two... male.
If anyone else noticed more details please to be discussing them here. In fact I think making a comprehensive list on what we do know about suspected Death Eaters would be excellent. Sharing is caring and the whole lot of us need a damn ton of caring right about now.
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[Private to Elle]
I owe you. More than owe you.
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[Private to Alecto Carrow]
Nice try sport.
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[01 Aug 2009|04:59pm] |
[Private to the Order]
Thank you all so fucking much for your vote of incompetence.
At least you lot can agree on something.
[Private to Elle]
Need a favor? Can you be attached to my hip for the next few days. I may or may not have managed to acquire a death notice.
Drinks will be on me the whole time.
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[21 Jun 2009|01:06pm] |
FOR THE RECORD.
I let her kick my arse.
THAT IS ALL. Well, it wasn't really an arse kicking more of a love tapping but whatever you want to call it. I am a gentleman and clearly let the little woman have her fun. I am that kind.
Talk to you soon honeybun.
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[20 May 2009|01:32am] |
WHAAAAAT?
Dung... you know I said it and I'll say it again. True mates do not bail you out, true mates piss on aurors and wind up in the clink with you. Therefore... no bail my friend. NO BAIL.
( Private to Elle )
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[10 May 2009|10:44pm] |
( Private to Dung )
Carrow. Why haven't we consummated our love yet? I'd like it known that I am making these proclamations on my own journal since it seemed a bit unfair that all previous love notes were trapped away in yours. The world can now know of our forbidden romance.
Too much? Maybe.
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[02 Apr 2009|06:07pm] |
I'm being invaded. INVADED I TELL YOU.
There are hair care products all over my bathroom. A pink jumper is laying on my front chair and I think there might be feminine hygiene products... I need help. If there is any suspicious female handwriting in this journal I expect an immediate owl. My sister has already made claims that she's going to snatch this thing from me in my sleep and spill all my juicy secrets or make some up.
I'm not carrying Dung's lovechild for future reference.
( Private to Dung )
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[11 Feb 2009|10:38pm] |
Elle. Have they let you out of that hell hole yet? If not, how nice do I have to be to the nurses in order to actually visit you? I'll bring gifts but they might only be of the alcoholic variety... think that's going to be a problem? Too bad.
Have they given you any sponge baths?
DUNG. when's our drinking raincheck. I might need to cash in on my wounded warrior bit soon. That can be our saving grace if and when we need to skip out on our tab. Er. your tab. You're the bad influence here and all. I'm a veritable saint.
Masked Men/women. Please to be staying the FUCK away from places with your things that go boom. Some of us have work to do as opposed to bitching about boredom and living off family inheritance or whathaveyou.
That is all for today.
( Private to the Order )
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[11 Jan 2009|10:30pm] |
Merlin's balls. Apparently when you get old they forget to mention that hangovers start to exist. I remember being what... well I'm not going to really relate exactly how ancient I've gotten but I remember a time where the number of pints never really hurt the next day. Now however, each pint tacks on an hour of recovery time the next morning. Well it does when I fail to remember to snag my bright arse a hangover potion for the next day. Feels like cheating though.
I'm going to write this between each painful thud of my itty bitty brain against the really bloody hard part of my skull.
TO-DO:
Take garbage out
Send Owl to Aunt Margaret
Reprimand Wiggins at work for being a complete and total twat
Wash my Cardiff FC kit
DUNG POKER STAT
( Charmed Private to Order-ites )
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