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[10 Oct 2009|04:19am] |
I have the best Halloween costume in the history of Halloween costumes so you'd really best not exert yourself unnecessarily if attending our party because it'll just end badly with a sort of soul-crushing disappointment that results in bad judgments and illicit substances and you waking up next to a stranger soaked in your own tears and feeling the dull thud of shame and shattered dreams.
Nevertheless, there will be a costume contest that I get to judge because:
1. It's my party
2. There's got to be some incentive to dress up
3. My costume is brilliant and it wouldn't be fair for me to enter.
I challenge you to impress me with your costumes.
warded private to friends
Someone had better show up as an albino peacock or I will have no faith left in humanity. Please, think of the children.
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[16 Sep 2009|05:41pm] |
BENJY FENWICK
I've been looking around covertly for a place to house the underground paper we talked about. I think I've found one in the outskirts of London; it's a small, sort of dingy and run-down flat that, to be perfectly honest, is dodgy as hell, but I suppose what we're doing is dodgy so I'm not too worried. It's got a wizard for a landlord, but I could have sworn there were Muggle tenants, too. Like I said: dodgy. I figured going with a magical place would keep anything from looking too suspicious; we don't want massive amounts of magic coming out of a predominantly Muggle residence. Besides, it'd put them in danger. Bottom line is that I think we'll be largely unnoticed by the Ministry.
Anyroad, I figured I ought to let you check it out first because you'll be writing and whatnot, and then if you like it I'll set up the necessary measures to rent. Any word on a printing press?
ORDER
Things have been quiet lately. Has anyone heard anything, specifically regarding the Lestranges or the Rosiers? They've been awfully quiet since Neville was returned, I've noticed.
END WARDS
I don't think I need to throw a fancy party to be charitable, and I'm shit with seating charts and flower arrangements, anyway. With renovations underway, I believe it would be best to donate elsewhere, which is why whatever funds are raised at the Lestranges's gala will be personally matched by myself and my wife, and allocated to a fund for families who have trouble paying for treatment for their children.
I do this in the hope that fewer parents will go into a hospital seeking medical treatment for their child and come out of it heartbroken. It's important to learn from the past and move forward, I believe, and it is my hope that when the attack on Mungo's is no longer the hot topic of conversation, aid will still be coming into the hopsital for those who need it.
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[06 Sep 2009|06:09pm] |
Marauders
You lot, exempting Peter who came to visit and even brought me chocolates, are tits. Lazy, no-good, "I Never Visit My Best Mate James and Am Having Loads of Fun Without Him Dancing in Discos" wankering tits.
No, really, if you come visit I'll make you jacket potatoes—I've gotten very good at it—and we'll order fish and chips takeaway.
But you've got to bring me chocolates as means of atonement, you tits. Except for Peter. He gets two whole jacket potatoes for himself.
Lily
The lads'll be by sometime this week, I expect, so if you want to go out and have some time to yourself we'll keep Harry. Or you could stay, whichever. I just thought you'd like to go shopping and get those shoes you mentioned you wanted post-pregnancy feet.
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Quidditch starts soon. Who's ready to lose all their money to me, James Potter, King of Predicting League Wins, 1973-1979*?
1976 doesn't count. I had the flu when I wrote up my predictions and was high on questionable potions.
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[26 Aug 2009|08:01pm] |
Order
Look, I understand the necessity to make points and to argue and whatnot, but the fact of the matter is that none of us have any idea what the fuck we're doing and while we sit around discussing it Neville loses time.
No, we don't have to take babies. But we do have to assert ourselves, and they're not diplomats. You want a new plan? Here's one.
Publicly demand that Neville be turned over to us in an isolated place, apart from the public, so if fighting breaks out we won't endanger anyone but ourselves. For whatever reason, they're keeping him alive, according to Dumbledore. We're never going to know why until we ask and make ourselves available for negotiation.
I think that by using the journals we could manage this in a smart way to make ourselves anonymous yet get our message across. Everyone could write the same message, something along the lines of our wanting Neville back and our coming for him, under pain of consequence. The only problem is that I'm not savvy enough with wards, so someone'll have to figure that bit out.
Let's get going, then. I've a few ideas for consequences but they're bound to be controversial and I'd rather we focus on getting things done rather than political sparring. For now.
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[24 Aug 2009|08:35pm] |
( private. )
( private to Lily. )
Harry'll be a month old in a week. I can't believe he'll have been here that long, but at the same time I can't believe it's only been so short a time. He's a very easygoing baby, I think, a trait undoubtedly from his mother. My mum always lamented about how until I was a year old I spent most of the evenings screaming my bloody head off and denying her sleep. I'm sure she'd be a bit disappointed my firstborn isn't returning the favour.
Well, that's not true. I have trouble sleeping lately.
The weather lately has been brilliant. Harry likes the outdoors; he'll be a natural on the pitch. We push him around the yard in his pram. I'm sure the neighbours think we're batty but we are reluctant to step outside the wards I've never been one to care what the neighbours think, so there's that.
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[18 Aug 2009|08:31pm] |
private
I can't believe we haven't gotten Neville back yet. I can't believe they took him in the first place. I can't believe they attacked Mungo's and killed all of those people.
Well. I sort of can believe it, because they're depraved and fucked in the head and all kinds of batshit fucking insane, but still. I guess somewhere, in some naive part of myself, I thought people were incapable of some things. I remember now that they're not.
I know Neville's kidnapping is terrible. Horrible. The most horrible thing in the entire world, it feels like, but I can't help feeling even worse for Alice because they killed her dad. It reminds me of how I felt when my parents died. I can't imagine having Harry taken from me while I was going through all of that.
private to Lily
They took Neville. I can't fucking believe they took a baby. And no one's doing a fucking thing about it. Scrimgeour's doing a piss-poor job if you ask me, all holed up in his fucking office. I'll tell you one thing, I'm not sitting my arse at home the next time something like this happens, owl from Caradoc Bloody Dearborn or not.
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This is fucking dragon dung and if the Ministry of Magic doesn't get it settled out and throw the people responsible in Azkaban because of this mess they're going to have problems. Nine people are dead. Everyone knows who was behind this, yet no one's been prosecuted.
What a fucking world.
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| in which james reminisces |
[06 Aug 2009|02:57pm] |
I'm a bit sad I won't be able to make it to Mr Fields' memorial, but we've got Harry to take care of and I'm not ready for babysitters yet, I don't think. Mr Fields was always really nice to me when I was a kid and I'd go visit my dad with Mum at the Ministry. He always had the best beard. When my parents died, he sent a letter to me. I can't find it now, of course, as these things have a way of never wanting to be found when you'd like to see them, but I remember the general gist of it and remember how it was so much more personal and kind than the usual, "Oh, we're sorry your parents are dead, by the bye, did they leave our organisation any money?
I remember before all of this when I had considered being an Auror. Or playing Quidditch. It's odd to think of that sort of thing, isn't it? That you were a different sort of person, kind of, only a few short years ago? Now I couldn't imagine going into an office everyday and doing the sort of things Aurors do. It'd be so frustrating, having to abide by laws and whatnot and not have the information of the Order
I'm happy with what I do now, though. It seems fitting, in a way, and I feel like I'm doing more good here just being who I am than I could be doing anything else.
Go in peace, Mr Fields. I hope wherever you are that it's ace and there are no stupid fucking Dark Wizards mucking it all up.
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| in which james is a multitude of things |
[30 Jul 2009|09:16pm] |
two-way mirror contact, to sirius
WAKE UP. BABY IS COMING. TELL THE LADS.
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| in which james is impatient, again |
[29 Jul 2009|03:57pm] |
I keep falling asleep in the rocking chair in the nursery. It's very comfortable, and I reckon I had better get used to it. That is, if the baby ever decides to arrive.
( Order. )
( Marauders. )
( Lily. )
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| in which james is impatient |
[15 Jul 2009|09:24pm] |
Dear Baby,
Please be born soon. Your mother is unhappy and swollen, which makes me unhappy. I promise we are interesting and kind people and are eager to meet you. We'll feed you and clothe you and I painted your nursery and hung your snitch mobile. I promise to buy you anything you could ever imagine wanting—provided Gringotts ever opens back up—if you'll just leave the warm recesses of your mother's womb soon. We have Heating Charms here, and they're quite nice.
Anxiously awaiting your arrival,
Your father
post script We have cookies, too!
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| in which james is pensive |
[10 Jul 2009|08:25pm] |
If the goblins really lined their pockets with gold, their clothes would be extremely heavy.
That's probably why they move so slowly.
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