Ronald Weasley's Journal
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| God, it's so boring down here. | ||
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Guess I shouldn't put it off anymore.. Got to start looking for a flat. |
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| I see. | ||
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| This grass tastes funny.. | ||
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Audrey's a big sister. ![]() Catherine Ginevra...urgh, Blaise Weasley. Wow. |
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Er. So.. how're things? My arm is better. Healed finally. Still a little weird, though, so I'm kind of.. typing with one hand. It's slow. Did I miss much? Wish my ears would get better. I miss hearing. |
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| Happy birthday, Harry! We're getting old. | ||
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So, I quit my job. How are you? |
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Well, thanks to the brilliance that is my soon to be wife and Zabini, I now know that I will be a father again. Huh. |
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| What. The. Hell. | ||
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So I may be getting fired. I guess they aren't okay with their employees not showing up to work for days in a row with no reason given. I've also barely seen my child all this time because I've been all over the bloody globe. Hard to take care of a toddler during all of that. I don't know what to do. |
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| WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!?!?!?!!? | ||
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| Pansy woke up!!! | ||
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Anyone around? First one to answer gets to have me fuck their brains out. |
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| Life is weird. | ||
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| The world sucks. | ||
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| Oh, happy birthday to those look-a-like brothers of mine. | ||
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Does anyone want any of these peaches? They're scrumptious! They can be made into pies, icecream, cakes.. Basically any sort of pudding! A bit of the juice in your tea? Mmmm. You can peel them or eat the skins too, either way is delicious! Honestly, you'd think I'd keep them all to myself, but I wish to share the wealth with you, my closest friends. |
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I find it very sad that Blaise and Malfoy are apparently choosing to spend their HONEYMOON harrassing Hermione about things that may or may not be true. They must already be sick of each other. Pity. |
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| I feel I'm losing my mind completely. | ||
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| Erm. Looks like I'm a father. | ||
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Here in France. I swear, all the women look like Fleur! And the food, though not nearly as good as our own, is quite tasty. Especially their puddings. Pansy, Blaise better be taking good care of you! I'll see you soon. :) |
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Work is boring again. Planning for the party would probably not be boring, if I were allowed anywhere near said planning stages. Oh, and Harry said he's interested. |
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Pansy is off in a corner with loads of paper and markers and stickers and paint. And envelopes. I'm frightened. |
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They're threatening to sack me if I don't go into work soon. I'm surprised Pansy hasn't left me by now. I'm such a prat. |
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