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[Apr. 16th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
The house is quite amazing really, though perhaps a bit empty. Only me and Victoria here. I miss Graham It's weird no longer being a slave. Not sure what people expect from me or what I am supposed to do.
Wayne, you doing okay? |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|09:37 pm] |
 I drew a picture today. It's suppose to be of a European Robin. Nothing spectacular, I know, but I promised Aliza that I would draw something in my journal for her to see and well, there it is. I found an image of it in one of master's books and liked it. Did you by the way know that it is actually Britain's national bird?
Wayne, I need to clean the top shelf in the kitchen. Can you come give me a hand please?
Sir, I
[ ooc: i drew that picture in illustrator. first attempt at ever drawing anything in that program, lol. click image to see the correct size ] |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|10:11 pm] |
I think this might have been one of the best Christmases in years. Possibly because this is the one I remember the best... Anyways, I really liked it. The tree was so pretty and I love my coloured pencils that I got for Christmas from Graham Mr. Pritchard. I have been drawing quite a lot, nothing fancy or even good, just, don't know, silly drawings really. So... |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2008|07:08 pm] |
Christmas is just around the corner, and I am finding myself getting a bit nervous mostly because Graham's mother will come visit. It is funny, because though I know that my dad and I celebrated Christmas and that he gave me presents, I find it very difficult to pick one of those moments that you will often refer to when talking about experiencing Christmas as a child. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|06:10 pm] |
All that blood. It scares me, to see something like that. I know I have nothing to do with it, but it makes me feel so sad... and guilty for being in no immediate danger myself. That someone has to suffer something like.
Sir, I was wondering if perhaps I would be allowed to get a few items for my room and perhaps a comb? I mean, I have finished my chores for today, and... I've been a good slave? |
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[Oct. 12th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
I cannot remember the last time I tasted any form of candy. Thank you, sir, for the bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I think that so far the Chocolate flavor might be my favourite, and the Sardines one my least favourite.
Also, I got a full night of sleep. It was so wonderful. I woke up feeling rather relaxed. The Lavender oil really did help. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|08:35 pm] |
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I can't sleep. I am so tired and my eyes are itching, but it seems that I can do nothing but stare up at the ceiling. And now it is starting to interfere with my cleaning and cooking. I think I might have cleaned the bathroom twice today, mostly because when I started to put away the cleaning products I couldn't remember if I had cleaned the bathroom or not. And I accidentally burned some of the food, only a very small potion of it as I managed to save the rest, but still. This is not good. I fear that it will get worse. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|09:49 pm] |
Bugger. I mean, oops? I stupid, stupid, stupid think I might have broken something while cleaning. Sir, do you by any chance have anything of that sticky stuff that makes it stick together almost as if magically repaired? |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|11:42 am] |
It's actually not so bad being a slave. Sure, the cooking and cleaning is horrible, but at least I am no longer there, so that's good, I suppose. I even got to go to Diagon Alley a couple of days ago. I hadn't been there for at least a couple of years, so seeing all the shops was kind of weird. Weird in the sense that life went on without me. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|06:15 pm] |
Shit. I suppose it's better than Azkaban.... Right?
I... Apparently I'm Pritchard's slave now. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|07:34 pm] |
I... What do I need to do if I want to join the order? Never mind.
So cold and tired, yet I find myself unable to sleep. I wish there was something to do in here, anything other than counting bricks. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|05:26 pm] |
The cell is unbearably hot. So hot in fact, that I have been sleeping on the cold stone floor to cool me down. If only they would up the water ration. I asked a guard for more water, and I suppose I did get it, though just not the way I had imagined it; in the face.
You think there is any chance to make a petition for a new cell or better yet, a new guard? No? That's what I thought. Oh well. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2008|05:19 pm] |
J'ai eu ma liberté.
Back in my cell. A Death Eater found me and brought me back. I wonder if he got the reward he was hoping for, because lets face it, I am no one, I don't matter, I might as well be dead.
What surprised me the most was that I had actually missed it -- the bed, the tattered sheets, the gray stone bricks. It is familiar and I suppose my home.
[translation: I had my freedom.] |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:56 pm] |
Je veux ma liberté. J'ai ma liberté. Que dois-je faire maintenant?
The streets are empty. I don't know where to go or what to do. My chest still hurts, so badly, that breathing seems to make it worse. I want my daddy.
[translation: I want my freedom. I have my freedom. What should I do now?] |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|11:27 pm] |
You ever wonder if this is real? If this really was supposed to happen?
More often than not, I find myself daydreaming about life outside of Azkaban. Like for example, what I would have been doing now had I not been imprisoned? That sort of things. I know I shouldn't. Not because it is hurting anyone else, but more so because I fear that I am bordering on what is real and what is only a fragment of my imagination. There are days where the dreams seem so real, almost too real, that when I find myself back in the cell all I can do is cry. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|09:20 am] |
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I think time has stopped, the silence taking over. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|08:04 pm] |
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I cannot stand the screams anymore or the coldness of the walls. No sunlight, no visitors, no nothing. All I can hear is the voices, my head filled with those tiny annoying voices that refuse to be quiet even if I beg them to. My day has thus far been exactly the same as yesterday, which makes me wonder if it is still the same day or if it really is a new one. |
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