((yeah i'm back! and happy new year!!))

Its the brand-new day of a brand-new year. And like all new years, I always have the feeling I'd screw it up.

Grandma's going absolutely nutters about the new year. She has this cleaning vibe, the idea that her house must be clean and ready to welcome in the new year. So I spent nearly the whole new year eve ( Read more... )

Hey. Tell you what. I hate dealing with the presents. So here's the deal. Tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can pick it up.

Or do you think Christmas cards would suffice?

Oh Rosier? You don't get to choose. I've done you the honours.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, BUDDY! Really hope you like it. It'll probably go well with the dress if you put it on. -- ( Read more... )

It'll be easy. Mom's allowed me to spend a few days during New Year over at Ludlow with Grandaunt Helen's. It'll be easy. Grandaunt Helen won't even know I'm out of the house on New Year's Eve. Her sight and hearing is failing her. Or I'll give her a little help with that.

Easy.

Easy.

Damnit, I don't sound convinced.

Just a few more days to Christmas.

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Elizabeth Hanson. Elizabeth. Hanson. Hanson, Elizabeth. Elizabeth Hanson.

Come on, her name's so goddamn familiar. I know that name.

Bugger.

I've lost count of dates. How many weeks till Christmas?

I've got the bloody Christmas jingle stuck in my head. The one about bells. I hear it sung, whistled. That song's creepy. I'm beginning to feel like the ( Read more... )

How many letters were sent out?
I got someone down in Ludlow. The Hansons. Muggles. It's all really odd, if you ask me and...hell, I don't know. We're supposed to harm them? I don't even know how that would be defined. Harm. It's a frigging sweeping statement. The risks are there. Huge risks. I don't know if I'd do it. I can't even be too sure what ( Read more... )

Dear Mum,

Thought I'd drop you a note to report that I'm all fine. I'm doing very well in school. And its snowing indoors so the mood is perfect.

The Quibbler
That photograph
I didn't

I hope you're fine.

Victor

p.s Do you still subscribe to the Quibbler?

Yeah. It's finally December. The last freaking month of the last freaking year. Hallelujah.

One day, they will all die by my hands. I swear to God and whoever sits on the highest seat up there.

Rosier didn't have to do it. Carrow didn't have to do it. Why me? And Rosier's probably still playing hide and seek with Amaranta around the corridors. Dear Merlin. Why me?

I said I'd put on the dress for your viewing pleasure. I did not say I would ( Read more... )

So much for the snow. Why doesn't it snow in the Hospital Wing? They should do something about it.

So here I am, nursing a broken nose, swollen eye and other various bruises.

Christmas is coming. Its snowing inside Hogwarts. And I'm stuck in the Hospital Wing. I swear he'll pay.

Funny I'm telling you this. But you might want to put off the dress ( Read more... )

Wow, it's like four days and everything's kind of quietened down around here. Man, what happened?

I'm lonely and bored. Some one give me something to do other than stare at the scrolls.

Ermm...is the dress thing over? Because I really feel like drinking. Really do.

I need to clear my thoughts. A few days. Just a short break. It won't be too long. Don't look for me.

Bloody Rosier, get out of my head. Out. A few days should do it. And then everything will be forgotten. It will. It has to. Gah.

Do me a favour and don't come looking for me.