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[Jul. 18th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
[Warded to Death Eaters and supporters]
I give up.
Tomorrow is taking far too long to get here.
[End ward] |
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[Jul. 12th, 2009|10:58 pm] |
[Warded Private]
Dinner was horrible and I’m glad they left early. Trying to eat with Him sniffing away was awful. I almost pity the house elf that’s going to have to scrub that room a million times to get rid of the traces of filth. Dad is furious and mum isn’t much better. I can’t believe Florence sometimes. Most of the time, actually.
Why choose to go off with some mudblood prat over your own family? It doesn’t make any sense.
[End Ward.]
[Warded to Death Eaters and Supporters]
I just had to eat dinner with the mudblood shacking up with my sister. If I come down with something, you’ll know why. If he comes down with something, you'll also know why.
[End Ward.]
Do you lot ever stop with your nonsense? Pub this, snog that, look at my ridiculous little dog. Can’t you talk to each other instead and spare us all the pain?
Some people have no idea what’s good or right for them and need to learn how to take advice. Florence. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|06:03 pm] |
[Warded Private]
Florence is insane. I don't do exactly what they want because they tell me to, we simply happen to want the same things!
As for that rat of a husband she'd pick over her own family? He'd better turn up to dinner in flame proof robes, because I for one am not putting up with this. If he says a single thing, I'll- I don't know what I'll do, but Florence definitely won't approve. What does mum want with him anyway? How can she acknowledge he exists?
I give up. I bloody give up! I only hope mum makes him squirm at dinner so much he has to crawl into a corner and never come out.
[End Ward]
Work tomorrow. I can't say I'll miss this particular weekend all that much. |
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