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Feb 26, 2005 14:53

Someone has once again stolen my capitalisation quill, and frankly it couldn't have happened on a worse day. If it were a leap year, on Tuesday my mother'd turn . . . well, I'm not sure actually, seeing as her birthday's the 29th of February . . . she would have seen 28th February 39 times, though, this year. I have a very elegant, floral piece of ( Read more... )

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nott_a_lot February 26 2005, 22:31:09 UTC
Your journal is very colourful now. I like the flowers.

I remember your mother. She was always very nice to me, although now I think she worried that my father spoilt me so much and constantly let me have my own way.

What did you do last year, for the 28th of February?

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purepansy February 26 2005, 22:45:30 UTC
Do you think it's too bright, Theodore?

Oh, I highly doubt my mother would have disapproved of you being spoilt -- am I not as spoilt as you? She never objected to me hoarding pastels, so I hardly think she ever begrudged your mountain of books.

I don't remember. I didn't know at the time that I ought to take special note of it.

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nott_a_lot February 26 2005, 22:52:34 UTC
I think it could be a little easier on the eyes. But don't mind me, my vision isn't the best around. You should do whatever makes you happy, and we can do with warm colours in the middle of winter.

I see. My father asked me if I wanted to spend time with him the last Hogsmeade weekend of our fifth year and I said no -- because I was revising for the O.W.L.s. And the situations aren't even comparable. I'm sorry.

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purepansy February 26 2005, 22:56:42 UTC
You hate my journal.

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purepansy February 27 2005, 00:26:42 UTC
CORNER!!!!

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round_the_bend February 27 2005, 00:27:56 UTC
what?

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purepansy February 27 2005, 00:29:16 UTC
Theodore wants to know whether you saw his father at Azkaban whilst you were inhabiting Goldstein's body!!!!

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round_the_bend February 27 2005, 00:32:26 UTC
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No I didn't.

im sorry

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