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[30 Sep 2009|09:51pm] |
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Just because you lot are from a different time doesn't mean my store is or that I've moved! I expect to see a visit from each of you. Free samples to the first twenty DPs in tomorrow!
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[13 Sep 2009|08:05pm] |
To All Past, Present, Future and Honorary Weasleys,
I want to see all of my family, wherever you might be from, in The Burrow tomorrow night for dinner. No IFs ANDs or BUTs.
Love Molly, Mum and Grandmum (and Arthur, too.)
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[01 Sep 2009|10:13am] |
So Brigid's on the Express, weighed down with books and quills and firsts of everything. WHY does she have to be friends with Mini-Pukey? She was excited enough to squeal over everything - her uncle Percy'd be proud that she was excited over her cauldron. I refuse to believe he's dead too. But she's set, got all her robes and an owl and she's promised to write home often, which Mum will be happy about. Suppose now I can set about working on that new idea I'd been mulling over, what now that I'm off my crutches and full of free Brigid-less time. Yep, all the time in the world.
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[13 Jul 2009|04:45pm] |
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I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS!!!!!!!!!!
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[29 Jun 2009|10:30pm] |
It's best to find the humor in all things...
that being said - Rita Skeeter is a cunt!
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[17 Jun 2009|12:48pm] |
Private to Lee, Sam, Leanne, Angelina, Alicia (and those in the know aboute Gideon being George.)
I'M BEING SUED FOR GIVING SOMEONE TOO MANY ORGASMS???????
For fuck's sake.
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| GINEVRA WEASLEY |
[05 Jun 2009|07:57pm] |
I can't believe you'd replace me and Fred with other people. Me and Fred.
Thanks alot, Gin.
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| Alicia |
[28 May 2009|09:08pm] |
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Brigid's birthday is on Wednesday and Mum is helping me throw a huge party. I thought you'd like to help me make one of the cakes. We're having a bunch and the theme is yellow. I just thought it'd be... well, you know. Anywya, I thought hanging out and doing stuff together might be nice. And, I'll give you a massage - George Weasley massages don't come around every day, so I really wouldn't pass this up.
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[25 May 2009|11:47pm] |
Aunt Sam,
I saw Uncle Fred a ghost- I had a nightmare, but dad says I can't floo you that I'm not to bother you and to go back to bed, but why can't I? You're the only one who understands so sorry for bothering you I just had to talk to you.
Love Brigid.
P.S. Batticus is asleep or I would have sent him, and I would have used my own journal if I hadn't dropped it in a rain puddle yesterday. It's still drying. Sorry.
[George's entire journal has been hexed against Rita Skeeter]
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[24 May 2009|08:18pm] |
Private: I've fucked up. I've fucked up. I've fucked up. I've fucked up. I've fucked up.
Private to Alicia: Please don't leave me now too. You know I'd do anything for you right? I just- I don't think this is a bad idea, but... everyone, Ginny- Sam- Lee- everyone's pissed at me and I just want to know that-you're still okay with- you're not going - I just don't think I can take anyone else leaving me this week... not that we're actually, just, you know what I mean.
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[20 May 2009|04:20pm] |
Private to Alicia: Did we fuck up? Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm fucking lucky Brigid isn't at Hogwarts because she's the one person I'm gotten a chance to properly explain this to. I told her we were dating, and while I think she was confused after Morag left and all, she took it pretty well, better than anyone else.
Anyway, I don't want to spring the babies on her too soon, but I thought you guys might like to have some time together? Let me know, yeah?
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[13 May 2009|12:09pm] |
WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?! THIS IS FUCKING HORSESHIT. YOU PULL AND FUCKING PUSH ME, COME INTO MY LIFE AND CONFUSE THE HELL OUT OF ME, WON'T LET ME FIX YOUR NOSE, ENDEAR MY DAUGHTER TO YOU AND RUIN MY FUCKING STATUS AS A NEVER SETTLING DOWN FUCKING BACHELOR AND THEN YOU JUST FUCKING BREAK IT OFF WITH ME AND LEAVE FOR FRANCE? WHAT DID YOU GO FOR? ETIENNE?? DID YOU GO TO FUCK HIM? TO RUB SOMETHING I DID WRONG IN MY FACE? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS FUCKING MAD AT ME? WHAT DID I FUCKING DO? AFTER THE CAKES THE FUCKING SNOGGING AND CRYING AND FUCKING MERLIN'S GREAT HAIRY SAC I LET YOU SEE ME CRY YOU FUCKING BINT. GO FUCK SLYTHERIN'S DEAD COCK FOR ALL I CARE I SHOULD HAVE NEVER HELPED YOU THAT DAY YOU FUCKING SOW. THAT'S RIGHT I SAID IT - YOUR NOSE NEVER BOTHERED ME BECAUSE YOU WERE KIND AND FUNNY AND NICE BUT YOU ARE ACTING LIKE YOUR FACE LOOKS, YOU SOW FACED CUNT.
i can't even confront you about it, fucking fuck shit fuck. damnit.
[there is at first a small, then ever growing ink splat as George has adhered his journal to the wall and begun using it as a dart board.]
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[26 Apr 2009|11:20pm] |
SHIT.
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[26 Apr 2009|11:13pm] |
[from the journal of Gideon F. Warbeck]
And to think you all might have thought that I'd disappeared. Did you think I'd really let some kink aficionado worm his way into all of your hearts and naughty places? As if I would! No, no, darlings. I've merely been preparing our Grand Opening. Now that you've all gotten over your initial fascination with the darling Kiki, I believe it's time to show you exactly what kink is all about.
Join us on April 28th at
Gideon F. Warbeck's
The Sensual Hedonist
Grand Opening
located off Diagon Alley on Wandmaker Lane.
20% discount off your first purchase
and in honor of our grand opening, we're introducing our latest product, the intensifier that puts the kick back in your sensuality.
Our new Intensified Orgasmic Opera Cremes are sure to shatter your world. Come in today for your free sample. It will be sure to spice up your day.
Your sensual pleasure shouldn't be left in the hands of just anyone, unless it's your own! Even then, isn't it nice to have a little extra help?
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[13 Apr 2009|02:38pm] |
Dear Uncle Lee.
I need your help.
Love,
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[31 Mar 2009|08:48am] |
I'm not one for prejudices, but fucking, fucking, fucking goblins.
As if it wasn't a bad enough week. Fuck. I'm glad Brigid's with Mum tonight.
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| Sam/Lee |
[19 Mar 2009|03:05pm] |
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I need advice.
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[18 Mar 2009|04:13pm] |
We were not pleased to go back to school this morning. (I was not pleased because fucking balls I had to get up bloody early. I may have to ruddy let a flat there, because apparating and port keys, on a daily bloody basis? NO. I don't like it. But that's what it'll be unless I let a flat up there just to secure a floo. Balls,balls and more balls.)
Anyway, I am pretty sure I've never seen a child get that redfaced and upset before. I told her she'd start again on Monday morning, and she threw a tantrum, then skulked, then cried and begged me not to make her go, then avoided me until last night, where she crawled on the couch with me (we brought her mum's tele down, I don't even want to get into the details of getting electricity into building) and she cried all soft and puppyeyed and told me she loved me and begged me to please not make her go.
6:30 a.m. was a violent time here. She threw her teddy bear at me, followed by her hairbrush. She was not pleased when they bounced off the ward I put up around me and then bemoaned the fact that it was unfair that I used magic when she didn't know any. I'm off to pick her up soon - the school counselor set up little one hour meetings for them after school, which could be a plus, I don't know, I'm worried. to see how she's adjusting to life with me and without her mum.
I'm tired and I don't want to even heat up the food Mum sent over.
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| To Friends and Family |
[14 Mar 2009|10:51am] |
Brigid's Welcoming Party
Sunday at 4pm (apparently kids don't need to stay up late)
at THE BURROW, by floo or by apparation.
I will remind you that my mum is who she is. There will be LOTS of bloody food, so come hungry. Gifts aren't necessary, though Lee has laid claims on a yellow diary and matching quill. On that note, if you are feeling charitable, she likes yellow, flowers, Quidditch, baking, sewing, knitting and is pretty much my mum and Ginny all rolled into one. You better all be there, as she's looking forward to meeting you, though she doens't know she's having a party or that she will be meeting you all at once - in other words, it's a surprise.
Private to Wood: So, you've still not answered my owls about having pints and I can only assume you are getting solidly shagged or just too busy with the store. So don't get pissy when I tell you this way. I found out I had a kid this week. This pretty much puts a damper on our wild nights of passion. I suppose I'll just have to get a babysitter and we'll have to go to yours from now own. Your bed is so lumpy too.
Anyway, party for her tomorrow. You will be there or my mum will beat you senseless. She said so. With your own broom.
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