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[Mar. 12th, 2010|04:10 pm] |
[Warded to Lydia]
I know this is foolish, but could you come by to sit for a bit this evening? Edgar's going to be working late again, and I know I've got Mr. and Mrs. Bones and Jon and Josie all here, but I just would like to see you. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|02:27 pm] |
From left to right, Peaches, Spike, and Killer.
We let our children each name one, back when they were all little. Noah chose Spike, Evander chose Killer (quite over-optimistic about the poor boy's potential fierceness), and Peaches was Penelope's doing. Because the gods have a fantastic sense of irony, Peaches was always the alpha of the bunch.
I tried to put costumes on our dogs once, for Halloween. Peaches shredded hers, Spike ate his little hat, and then Peaches shredded Killer's cape as well. They were perfectly adorable for about five minutes, though. While the dogs were clearly unimpressed, I hardly think it constituted cruelty to animals--and anyone who thinks dogs are terribly concerned with their own dignity has never seen them lick themselves.
Peaches, my little costume-shredder, was killed in the attack on my home. She was trying to protect us, her family, and a Death Eater pointed his wand right at her and used the Killing curse. I confess all this talk of pets has made me think on her rather a lot. Though I'm very grateful to have survived the event, and though I recognize that there has been human loss that is much greater, I still miss my dog. I miss my house, and my books, and the photos of my family that were destroyed. Small things, considering that I am lucky enough to still have my life and my family, but there is a sting in these small losses nonetheless. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2010|03:58 am] |
[Warded to Lydia Townsley around 4 a.m. on Saturday]
I want to have a party. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2010|09:53 pm] |
[Warded to Edgar]
Well, going with Andromeda to the Ladies League meeting went about as well as one would have expected. Expect fallout.
Also, by far the loudest voice against her was Bea Greengrass. You might wish to look into her husband and family. Not that I want to think anything of the Rookwoods, of course, because Merlin knows they've been friends to us over the years...but it's as we were saying the other day, isn't it? We can't count on anyone to be what they seem.
[end ward]
[Warded to Andromeda]
I'm sorry, darling. Are you quite all right?
[end ward]
[Warded to Amelia]
If I turn up dead, you should probably investigate my mother first.
But you know...I never liked those meetings anyway.
[end ward]
[Warded to Lydia]
Well, I am officially done with The Ladies League. For good.
[end ward] |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|06:57 pm] |
I know someone requested my recipe for focaccia last night, but I can't for the life of me recall who it was. Therefore, since I have never made a habit of keeping recipes secret, I'm simply going to post it for the enjoyment of anyone who'd like to use it:
( Focaccia Recipe )
And yes, Edgar, I did make some this afternoon. It's on its way to your office. Share. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|03:40 pm] |
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Clearly the Daily Prophet's standards have dipped since I was employed there as a young woman. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|11:31 pm] |
[Warded to Lydia]
Oh Merlin, I have become part of your hideous food whoredom, Lydia. I have been seduced by your pie, and it is magnificent. HOW CAN I GO ON!?
Also, this might be my fourth glass of wine. |
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| Warded to Ladies League |
[Feb. 1st, 2010|07:49 pm] |
[Warded to Ladies League members]
Good evening, ladies. I hope this message finds you all safe and sound.
The fact is, however, that much of wizarding society is not at the moment. In the recent werewolf attacks, dozens of families have lost members, have been injured, and have sustained property damage, and many of them are not equipped to deal with any of it. Therefore, I suggest that we put our considerable resources to work at the task of aiding these people. After all, tea parties are in theory not the entire function of this organisation.
Some ideas:
- helping to fund the rebuilding and repair of damaged homes and businesses
- helping to finance childcare for families who now find themselves with only one parent
- providing food and drink and chairs and such for other relief workers
- offering volunteer aid both at the sites and at the hospital
And there are likely a great many other opportunities available. I would like to suggest that we place the discussion of werewolf attack relief on the agenda for the scheduled 11 February meeting. |
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| Warded to Amelia and Lydia |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|08:23 pm] |
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Wine. Now. Please. |
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| Warded to Lydia, AJ, and Stella |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|08:43 pm] |
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I am tired, stressed, and cannot possibly bake any more bread. Distract and entertain me. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|02:20 pm] |
You know, my Aunt Glynnie - she does all her Christmas shopping all throughout the year. She has a huge closet in her house that is dedicated exclusively to Christmas gifts where she stores them, beautifully wrapped (because of course she does that all along as well) and tightly warded against snooping until Christmas. I always admired that. I thought "You know, someday I will do that. I will shop all year long, and buy things that people will like, and when December comes I will be serene and smooth as the surface of an undisturbed pond."
That has never, ever happened. Once again, here it is well into December, and I am beginning to frantically rush and hunt for Christmas presents. There are all kinds of people I still haven't purchased anything for, and if I survive the next two weeks without going entirely out of my mind I will be truly impressed with myself.
It's funny, though, how I find myself clinging to this "normal" sort of stress when the world is such a mess. My husband is an Auror. He was very nearly killed at the Halloween Masquerade. I have family in some of the places that were attacked by werewolves. People are living in fear, people are being hurt and killed, and I worry about those things every day. But I know that if I let myself worry about those things as much as they need worrying about, I would be paralysed. I have to latch on to ordinary worries like Christmas gifts, because those are worries I can manage.
The human spirit's ability to cope is truly amazing. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|04:58 pm] |
[Warded to Ladies League members]
I am rapidly discovering that the hospital is a very boring place. My husband was injured in the fray last night; he will recover but he is currently sleeping and I've nothing to do but sit and hopefully find out that all of you and your families left the ball without any injury. Do please let me know how you are.
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[Warded to Sarah and Douglas Cornfoot]
If there is anything at all I can do, please don't hesitate to ask. I would be happy to take Lizzie for a few hours, and I'll be by with dinner for you tonight.
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|02:20 am] |
Warded to Sturgis Podmore, Gawain Robards, Alastor Moody, and Kenneth McKinnon:
The Healers tell me Edgar is going to be all right. He's stable and sleeping now, but the pain potions are unlikely to wear off enough for him to talk for an hour or two more. Just thought you'd like to know.
/ward
Warded to Lydia Townsley and AJ Carpenter:
Are you both okay? I'm fine, but Edgar's in the hospital. He's been hurt rather badly, but the Healers tell me he'll pull through it. I'm just worried, of course, because I can't help it under the circumstances. Just please drop me a note to let me know you're all right.
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| Warded to Edgar, Gawain, and AJ |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|02:30 am] |
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Edgar, Gawain, and AJ: I want to have just a very small dinner sometime soon. Next week, perhaps? If you'll let me know what you anticipate your availability being, I'll plan accordingly. |
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| Warded to Gawain Robards |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|02:44 pm] |
What are your measurements across the shoulders? And shoulder to wrist?
Oh, and have I ever introduced you to my friend AJ? |
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| Warded to Members of Family Support around 9 a.m. |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
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All right, so everyone knows at this point about the mess at the library. Odds are that none of our friends and family at the scene are going to be getting a lunch break today. I'd like to organise everyone into making sandwiches and getting some drinks to take over there around noon. Lydia Townsley already committed to helping me out with 20 ham sandwiches over here at my house. Who else can jump into action? |
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| Warded to AJ, Cally and Lydia |
[Sep. 25th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
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AJ! Lydia and I want to go shoe shopping tomorrow. Are you free? |
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| Warded to Lydia Townsley |
[Sep. 25th, 2009|02:57 am] |
The cupcakes were delicious; thank you so much. I got two of them before Edgar started devouring them.
You're not a pain in the arse. If anyone here was being a pain in the arse, it was me - and I truly am sorry for it. |
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| Paradise Alley |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|02:56 am] |
( Warded Private, cut for tl;dr )
Hello, journaling world. I am a spectacular baker. I want to bake a cake, but I don't know what kind I want to make. Tell me. |
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| You've Got a Friend |
[Sep. 17th, 2009|03:10 pm] |
There are few things in this world so wonderful as friends. As I find myself with the opportunity to spend the afternoon with the two women dearer to me than anyone I am not related to by blood or marriage, I simply felt it needed to be said.
I also feel the need to celebrate a small, but nonetheless very real pleasure: those colourful little umbrellas that sit in fruity beverages. They are also an excellent addition to my afternoon.
This is, I believe, going to be a very good day. |
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