| 008 - Changes |
[23 Jul 2012|08:09pm] |
I can't believe how incredibly weird it is to be in a real place. A place that isn't The Leakey Cauldron, or some shack that could fall down at any minute. This is probably the first time in twenty years that I've had a real place that gives me that sense of... permanence. Last night was the first that I spent here, and it finally is starting to feel real. It's so quiet.
Millions of thanks, of course, go to Dedalus for directing me to his landlord and surrendering such a wonderful flat. It's much bigger than I could have imagined. I've never decorated a place before, but now I just feel like I should. For instance, I could buy a nice clock! It's taking everything in me not to blow my latest paycheck on knick knacks and whatnot.
( Private to Lindsay )
Welcome back, Dorcas.
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| 007 - Frustration |
[18 Jul 2012|11:59am] |
I went for a long jog this morning and happened by way of the London Fencing Club. Couldn't be happier to have found it, and I immediately changed my plans for the day so that I could spend the morning fencing. Boy, did I ever need it.
Thank Merlin for muscle memory. I'm not as slow or sloppy as I thought I'd be, but I'm definitely not top form, either. It was difficult to keep up with lessons while at Hogwarts, but I did practice here and there while in Russia. My fencing partner was ten years my junior and really gave me a run for my money. I kept up rather well in foil and epee, but he definitely had the edge when we got to sabre. It was a long and exhausting session, and I didn't realize how much I needed to get my frustrations out.
I'm going to have bruises for weeks.
( Private to Alice )
( Private to Rainer )
( Private to Edmund Proudfoot )
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| 006 - Home? |
[12 Jul 2012|02:05pm] |
Now faced with the prospect of moving out of the Leaky after several months, I've come to realize that I have no furniture. I suppose I ought to go shopping, but lately I've just been so... tired. Some days in can't even get out of bed. I feel like I've just been letting time pass by. I've even called out of work here and there, because I just can't fathom the idea of moving.
Private to Edmund Proudfoot
Are you really interested In helping me brush up on my animagus skills?
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Private to Rainer Savage
Sorry for my behavior the other night. I get a tad... Well more than a tad emotional when I'm drunk. I should've warned you.
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Posted via Journaler.
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| 005 - Animagi |
[23 Jun 2012|05:10pm] |
I've been giving it a great deal of thought, and decided that I am going to resume the studies I had nearly completed twenty years ago and become an animagi. Unfortunately, as magic was not nearly so important to my life when I was away from England, I am feeling a bit rusty and out of practice. It's hard to remember the time when I was a skilled duelist and a transfiguration specialist. It seems so far away (and I suppose it was).
( Private to Sirius, James, Peter )
I'm also on the market for an apartment. Any suggestions? I absolutely hate searching for a place.
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| 003 |
[01 Jun 2012|02:20pm] |
[Private to Alice Longbottom & Lily Potter]
I feel completely foolish even asking this. The two of you have accomplished so much and I feel like I am stuck in the past, twenty years ago. But I could really, really use a girl's night, or just someone to talk to over tea or something. I know we're all older now, but what would you say to a night of junk food, chick flicks, and pouring our hearts out to one another?
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| 003 - On death |
[23 May 2012|08:43pm] |
There is a gravestone in Godric Hollow that reads my name. It took a bit of research, but I managed to find out just where I was buried. Is it morbid of me to want to visit it? I'm not sure if it would bring some sort of closure or make things worse, but knowing it is there is just... I'm not even sure what it makes me feel, but there is just this burning desire to go.
On the other hand, the thought of seeing my name on a tombstone, knowing that there is a body that I am responsible for being there was once mistaken for my own six feet or so beneath my own feet... it is rather terrifying. I'm not sure I could make it through such an ordeal without losing it. I feel so guilty.
Would anyone like to go with me?
( Private )
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| 002 - Here goes nothing. |
[15 May 2012|01:24am] |
Seeing as how I've been literally hiding out in the Leaky for the past month, afraid of my shadow, I have decided that it is time to stop being afraid. So, here goes nothing.
Hello, everyone. My name is Dorcas Meadowes, and contrary to popular belief, I am not dead.
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