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[06 Sep 1977|02:18pm] |
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Er, so back at school. I don't know which one of my mates did it, but all the belts I use for uniforms are too small now. I had to cut one down and link it to a different one. It was pretty clever actually, the way I did it, well, I mean, you know, clever for me. Not as clever as whoever shrunk them all though.
I don't want anyone to worry about house points, I don't think James means it when he says he should take points off for my fat arse.
I'm tired right now, but, er, happy to see everyone again.
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[09 Aug 1977|12:13am] |
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our owl. just, uh, sitting there. doing fuck all. |
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Er, I don't use this thing as much as should. I couldn't find anything to write with? Is that a good excuse?
Um, so Lily is over James' house. That's, uh, er, you know, really brilliant. And, um, Sirius was, of course, there, too. And then he left to go to Remus'. I'm, uh, at home still. I didn't go on holiday or anything, guys, just, er, in case you thought I did. I didn't, still here, just to, uh, clear things up. Marlene asked if I wanted to go to London, so I might be there for a little bit, but, er, of course you lot are welcome to come or, uh, you know, any owls you send would still be there when I got back.
I'm glad I'm not at that camp.
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[19 Jun 1977|03:12am] |
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Hi, I don't know who's going to read this but this is Marlene and Peter left his journal on the table in the Hog's Head ...this place where we were together and I can't find him but I have his journal and I don't know where he is? And where is anyone, really? We were with Iris and Remus but I can't find them either especially Iris who should be here in my dorm with me!! And she and Remus were doing some weird thing like dancing but not and I don't see how you can dance to songs like that that aren't like "Dancing Queen," which is my favourite song. But I guess that's not important because I can't find anyone and it is very late at night and I am sort of tired and dizzy and I want to go to sleep but I'm worried mostly about Peter because if I have his journal how will I EVER know where he IS? I can't breathe.
PETER? In case you are reading someone else's journal like maybe Remus's because you sleep live with him and everything I just want you to know that I have your journal and I'm okay and back in my dorm but I won't be able to sleep until I know that you're safe, too? And also maybe Iris, I hope she's okay, too, but Peter I really liked it when we danced even if you stepped on my feet sort of but it's okay because you said you were sorry and you are SO SWEET. And you can tell Remus and Sirius for me that I think they're pretty good singers even if I didn't know that song? I hope they didn't hurt each other with all of that shoving!
So please tell me you're okay, okay??!! So I can sleep.
I'm really sorry if I am confusing anyone because I'm not Peter but this is his journal.
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[25 May 1977|12:58am] |
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I keep forgetting I actually get to make my own entries in these and not just talk to other people's. Er, not that I do that much. Maybe I should've said read other people's.
So, um, the quidditch game was tons of fun. Are words still rhymes when they have 's's on the end? I didn't mean to make it rhyme. Er, anyway, I'm glad we won. James did an excellent job!! Uh, everyone did!! Sirius and, um, Caradoc, and uh, Kingsley and, uh, James, and Dorcas, and everyone else? Whoever played!!
Marlene and Remus and Iris and I sat in the Gryffindor stands this time because, um, well, mostly because Sirius said we'd get bludgered if we didn't. Marlene was great, she brought snacks again and sort of turned and hid in my shoulder once when the quaffle was passed near us. She might've been sneezing, but, er, no, she wouldn't sneeze into my shoulder. Um, what else? Remus was paying attention to the game a lot and, er, talking to Breasts Picture Iris and Iris was, um, mental loud frightening there.
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[30 Apr 1977|09:53pm] |
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no more crazy muttering!! |
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Um, I can't really find anyone in the tower right now, so I might as well use this. Actually, that's not true. There's this girl in the common room muttering to herself like a nutter and spooning some sort of drippy pink food into her mouth and I didn't want to be around her anymore in case it's contagious.
Uh, I'm going to the game tomorrow with Marlene, which should be pretty brilliant. I didn't like the blue frosted biscuits at dinner today. Things with between my mates are shite lately. I don't have much to say. End of school's not too far off yeah?
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[12 Apr 1977|06:09pm] |
Uh, Remus? Is Sirius seri Is Padfoot serious about this? Because I can play Tig. Probably. Or learn it better maybe? Learn it in the first place? No, wait, Sirius!! Ask James!! I was getting better!! And I just got a package of more chocolate frogs from my mum, I'll be able to play again!!
And you guys are talking to Frank and Alice now!! Is this because they have those phone things in their pictures? I can get one!!
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[05 Apr 1977|07:29pm] |
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Uh, hello? Has anyone seen James Potter? Did he go home? I didn't think he was going home. Which I guess means, er, that he's, well, maybe I don't know? Not here? Not here meaning where I am and not the castle. Because if he didn't go home, he's clearly here and I just can't find him and I thought we might, um, er, at least play a game of chess or something while Sirius and Remus are gone? Uh, maybe if he's not been looking at his journal, he doesn't know I'm looking for him? If anyone sees James please hold this up so he can see.
JAMES POTTER: PETER (uh, me) IS LOOKING FOR YOU. HE (i mean "i") IS IN THE DORM. HE HAS SEVERAL BAGS OF SWEETS.
Er, thanks.
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[28 Mar 1977|07:36pm] |
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someone is singing but not words? dun dun DUNAH DUN DUN DUN DUN what IS that? |
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Um, so, I had a bunch of chocolate frog cards and I was building a tower out of them in the common room and then I went to get some more and when I came back the tower was knocked over. This was, uh, not really very nice and I think I saw first years down there too so maybe they did it. Er, this is not really important. It was a brilliant tower though. I made spaces for windows even. And then I put a frog in one of the windows and he jumped, which is sort of sick, really, but it looked good.
Er, anyway, I think Sirius and Remus are leaving for the holiday, and I'm not sure if James'll be here, but it would be wicked if he were. Not that I don't like seeing everybody together, it's just, uh, um, well it'd be nice to maybe go around with James?
Also, this is really most important. I have no idea what the year 2001 and space oddessyesseise (i don't think that's the right word?) have to do with anything. Why does it bother that girl with the curly blonde hair when the bloke whose tie is always loose talks like Hal? Who is Hal? And what does he have to do with the year 2001? Is this part of an assignment I'm missing or something? I really can't afford to miss any more assignments.
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[02 Mar 1977|01:56am] |
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uh, actually, what does recumbent mean? |
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Uh, Professor McGonagall gave me an odd look in Transfiguration class and since I was awake to see the look, it wasn't about my snoring in class, so I thought maybe it was about not using my journal, um, at all lately. I'm, er, fixing that now, I guess.
Someone left glasses in the common room the other day and I thought maybe I would try them on and see what James sees, but it turns out they were reading glasses and that those aren't for just walking around and so I sort of tripped over a rock outside and cut up my hand. Madam Pomfrey bandaged me up and I tried to say that I write with my right hand so I could maybe get out of some homework, but the professors and Madam Pomfrey know which hand you actually write with so she stuck a quill in my left hand and sent me on my way. I think it's not so brilliant that they know that stuff.
Also just because your hand is wrapped up doesn't mean your mates shouldn't invite you places.
Other than all that though, I'm well. How are you? Is that like asking myself a question? Since I don't know if anyone will really read this? I'll fix it. I hope anyone that may happen to read this is well, but if no one reads this, I still hope they're well. Well. Except for some people, I don't really care if some people are well or not.
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[26 Jan 1977|07:40pm] |
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i have a slight cold. my breathing is sort of...noisy. |
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Um, Marlene?
I'm sort of stuck in Gryffindor as punishment for a prank that I don't even remember having a part in, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere after detention all week, but, er, if I were allowed, I would've gone to, uh, Hufflepuff to see you, and, um, maybe ask you what you're doing a few weeks from now? Specifically, oh, um, I don't know, the, uh, night of the masque? I can ask here though. Are, er, you doing anything the night of the masque? Which is February 14th. Which is a Monday. Just so you know.
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[19 Jan 1977|11:20pm] |
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an odd sound that i HOPE is not the dissection of rats. |
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Um, I meant to say this a few days ago when there was all that talk about it, but, er, you should be nice to rodents. They're really, er, they're good little things. I think at some point there was even talk about dissecting them. There's really no need for that. I could tell you about them, um, or, well, someone could tell you about them, they don't need to be, er, um, cut open. Mice and rats are, um, well they're sort of like people too.
Er, that's all I had to say today.
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[12 Jan 1977|07:25pm] |
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i was humming to myself a bit ago. i could do it again. |
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Er, haven't been up to much lately. If anyone happens to run into, um, a first year with light brown hair and he says I was the one that spilled grape juice all over the common room rug and then took off to the dorms, he's lying. It was him. I would've cleaned it up. I mean, I have a wand, I wouldn't of forgotten about that and been afraid that I was going to lose more house points or anything. That's a very first year thing to do. Which is why it was that boy. He had a tan hat. So any, uh, punishments for leaving it long enough to stain or anything should go to the first year boy in the tan hat.
I haven't done much with James, Sirius, and Remus lately. I hope they haven't been doing things without me and I just keep missing them. Though I'm sure James and Sirius aren't going to be much fun for the next few days with the Quidditch, er, loss. I also haven't done much with Marlene since the holidays ended. HI MARLENE!!!
And if anyone has sweets from Christmas left over, well, uh, too many sweets are bad for you and I'd be happy to get rid of them for you. That wasn't very clever, was it? Um, I would like some jelly slugs. Please. Thank you.
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[02 Jan 1977|04:48pm] |
Um, so I ate all the cake Remus sent for my birthday in one go and slept through New Year's Day and Marlene's birthday which were, er, two perfectly good opportunities to maybe, um, try and kiss her again with a stomach ache and now classes are starting tomorrow and I can't find Marlene to give her her gift and has anyone seen her? Marlene? Are you around?
And, uh, is there homework due tomorrow? I don't even know where my school bag is anymore. These holidays seem like they've lasted a lot longer than they actually did.
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[28 Dec 1976|07:40pm] |
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er, the sound of me getting bandages for my birthday. |
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Well, um, it's my birthday. My two best mates are in the hospital and my other best mate is home. Instead of sending me a, er, real present, my mum sent loads of owls in the past two days that didn't say anything about it being my birthday soon at all, but instead wanted to know exactly how I'd gotten out of Hogsmeade and who Mary was (um, I think that's supposed to be Marlene?) and why I was with her and why my response owls were short and was I hurt and not telling her? This morning though, wrapped up nicely (even if it was in leftover Christmas wrap), I did get a present, but when I opened it I saw my mum had gotten me a home emergency medi-wizard kit.
Did I make it clear that it was my birthday? That my mum got me bandages for my birthday?
So, um, you know, if anyone suffers any injuries in the common room, rug burn or, er, I don't know, a paper cut, I can help.
I did get biscuits from Marlene though, well, sort of, I got a promise of biscuits. I hope this madness with not being able to leave the tower ends soon so that I can actually go and get them and, um, see her and stop playing chess.
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[26 Dec 1976|04:10pm] |
So, um, obviously I'm stuck in the dorms, which is loads better than being in the hospital wing, I think, but I'd really like to go check on James and Sirius. I owled Remus back and told him about their injuries, but all I really know is what Professor McGonagall posted on the journals, I feel like I should know more. And where is Lily? And Andi and Ted? This is, well, er, it's absolute bloody madness. Marlene and I were having a perfectly happy Christmas day and you know something? When you're kissing a girl, which is something you've never really done much of before, and you go to maybe move your hand or open your mouth or whatever it was you were going to do because you don't even actually know and then all of the sudden there's loud noises and people screaming, it's really disturbing and you're convinced you're going to get slapped and yelled at and I'm sure everyone else was too, and then...this. Marlene and I got out all right through the cellar in Honeydukes. I never thought I'd actually be happy about James and Sirius shoving me down into that witch statue when we found out it opened, but if I hadn't known about that passage, I don't know where Marlene and I would've gone, but it was...er...a bad Christmas.
Um, Marlene? I'd sort of boughten you some slippers for Christmas yesterday when you weren't looking because your feet were cold the other day and I'd shrunk them and put them in my pocket before the, um, yeah, but I've righted them now and I'll owl them to you. So when you see the owl carrying the pinkish fuzzy things, it's not a dead animal, all right?
When do classes start up again? I think I'd actually rather write several feet of parchment than have to be in the tower with nothing to think about except, er, yesterday. When're we going to be allowed to go visit the hospital wing?
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[20 Dec 1976|01:22am] |
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I have a carol in my head, that should count, right? |
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Well, everybody that's going has gone, I think I might be in for a, um, little, er, well I would say trouble, but...no, it's probably trouble, without Remus around to, er, even out Sirius and James, not that Remus stops much (er, sorry, Remus? Oh wait, he can't read this), but sometimes by virtue of him being around I think sometimes we do the calmer version of things rather than the Sirius and James version (even if the Sirius and James version is usually rather hilarious). Maybe Professor McGonagall will get in the spirit of the season and give out less detentions. Not that that's ever happened before. Happy Christmas, Professor! I'm looking forward to Hogsmeade and presents and the feast and presents and no classes and presents and then my birthday's a few days after to Christmas, so I guess I'm looking forward to that too.
( Um, Marlene? Could Marlene please go here? How do these things work? Can only Marlene see this bit? )
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[14 Dec 1976|02:25pm] |
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Alice gave herself a new haircut for her birthday and it looks, um, short nice. She did a really good job, it's very, er...even. Last time I had a haircut was when I sort of blew up part of a potion and it got all over and Madam Pince had to cut out part of my hair when the potion globbed up in it. I didn't realize how it was longer on the one side until that, um, thing with James and Sirius and the, er, sudden interest in, uh, hat-wearing happened and I actually got to use the mirror in our dorm for a change. I should ask Alice to cut it next time.
I, um, don't really have anything to say and I'm pretty knackered (that kid with the lighter that argues with Lily and calls Sirius a vegetable was in the common room early this morning and I felt it was my duty to stay up and make sure he didn't set anything on fire or burn the whole tower down, I don't care if he's Alice's friend, he seems a little nutters) and so I think I'll take a nap now...er...bye? See everybody at dinner. I don't remember how I'm supposed to end these things.
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[29 Nov 1976|11:32am] |
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Uh, can someone please stop this music? Is this even music? There's all this quacking? I had nothing to do with any flournapping, I even helped Marlene watched the thing it her in Hogsmeade. Well...I sort of helped...I was there. We got some ice cream later on in the trip and she had it sort of...strapped to her chest...not that I was watching her chest!! I wasn't!! herself. I dropped my money when I paying for the ice cream and we both bent to pick it up and knocked heads and I have a bit of a headache and this quacking music is not helping! (I sort of stepped on her fingers too, um, are you all right, Marlene? I'm REALLY sorry.) And I even didn't get the cookie dough ice cream because I felt bad doing that in front of the flour and I was really nice to it the whole time! And Marlene was really nice to it too and it didn't cry much at all because of her and I actually got to talk to her and she really loves her family and I know what kind of ice cream she likes and she was making a mess with it, but I didn't really mind, it was sort of...er...cute and WOW THAT MUSIC IS AWFUL.
And say that there was hair sort of, um, all over your dorm because your mates are losing it in a very scary and rapid way, is there a spell to clean that up? It's sort of...gross. And regular cleaning spells aren't working very well. I mean they wouldn't work very well...if this was happening. Which it's not.
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[19 Nov 1976|06:03pm] |
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Er...I sort of misplaced Sirius' birthday present. I'm sure it'll turn up eventually. DID YOU READ THAT, SIRIUS? There IS a birthday present. I just, um, lost it.
And if they have this Muggle Studies project when we're seventh years, I hope I get a partner that's good with magical sacks of baking stuff because I just barely glanced at one in the Great Hall the other day and it started wailing. Then again, they all seem to always be wailing. There've been some wicked biscuits floating (well, not literally floating...actually, yes, literally floating too) around the common room lately though, so at least something good is coming out of this madness. (uh, Dorcas? Did you bake them? They're really good!)
Er...I guess that's it...
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[03 Nov 1976|02:23am] |
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Er, so I have a few things to say, but most important, um, well, I guess not really since there's a lot of, um, other...intense? stuff going on, in the, er, real world. Um, anyway--
Sirius, it is very important that you don't yell at me for all that typing I just did in your journal. I'm not going to say I'm sorry for it, since I rather liked it. Er, I mean, um, I brought you some biscuits...? There are carrots too, but you probably don't want those...
Also, I think, um, I have a date. And I didn't really mean to have a date, but, er, I do, so I guess I can't complain. But, er, um...it's not with...Anyway, so, that's good news, which is about the only bit of it lately ...except for that trip to the kitchen last night.
This is all, I mean, the Prophet and everything, it's really...alarming? Is that the right word? Um, and, whether Remus and Lily know it, they're, uh, doing a very good job of keeping everyone me the younger kids calm and unafraid.
I have to go now...I think I stepped in something on the way back from the kitchens with Marlene while I was out in the halls tonight and my shoe has some green, slimy, I don't really know what on it and it's seeping through and making my toes itch, so, er, I best go upstairs and take my shoes off.
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