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Angelina Johnson will not be there on time.'s Journal
Saturday.
I don't have to worry about men, selling robes, or children - the last two have been taken care of for the weekend, and I'm not concerning myself with men right now. We've got this game... I'm excited for it. I'm not even writing drunkenly this time. And before you open your bloody mouth, I don't write drunkenly THAT often. The last thing I wrote was an accident.
Wish everyone else luck. They'll need it.
Drank too much last night.
[Rather sloppily warded to George, Lici, Kates, Ollie - anyone else, feel free to break that ward]
I almost told Fred everything but I didn't and I just told him that there was someone and that I couldn't say who and I am awful
And I'm really sloshed right now loves and I shouldn't because it's almost noon but I had a mimosa because it seemed like a good hangover cure at the time
it's too bright
and I hate everything
and this was weeks ago and I only care about quidditch now and I am SWEARING OFF MEN FOREVER. I don't think i'm attracted to women so no more love! I can just be alone and happy. That's what Dad said I should do anyway but I don't really remember because that's before I started drinking yesterday
I spent some quality time with Annie today (as well as Reginald the Parrot, Alice the Snake, and Carrie the Bear. Don't ask, I haven't got a fucking clue.) I think it would be fun to be someone's mum one day, but not anytime soon. ( Annie ) is a bit high maintenance, but I don't mind. We also had afternoon tea and played school. She was the teacher. She's very sophisticated for someone who isn't even out of training nappies. She has a muggle camera and thinks it's fascinating, so we took a few pictures.
It all makes me wonder more about what Jimmy was like when he was itty bitty.
Losing to Puddlemere is the absolute bloody worst, but playing is the absolute bloody best. That makes my week neutral, right?
Ask me a question, anything.
[George]
We need to talk.
[Kates & Lici]
One, we need to have an intervention with Oliver before he becomes a real alcoholic or worse. I'm sick and tired of putting his pissed arse to bed. Two, we need to have a girls night. It's very important. If we had any money I'd suggest France like Harry's mum did, but we don't have any money, so my flat will be fine.
[Private]
Fred doesn't get it, and isn't going to get it. Maybe I'm mad for thinking he would. Fred doesn't get it when I act like a fucking idiot around him, or fix situations exactly so it'll be just us, or any of it. Even George knows. (Or, George is also an idiot.) George, who's identical to Fred in every way except for the way I feel about him. Then again, being in love with both twins would be a disaster, too. Why couldn't it be George? George gives a shite. I'm Fred's best mate, twin excluded. I'm his best mate and that isn't ever going to change or grow, so fuck all of it. I'm a good best mate. I'll do that, I guess.
I can't do anything else anymore. Not Oliver's woman drama, not pining over Fred, not being a reserve. Oliver is going to be happy whether he wants to or not, Fred can go and fucking marry his Skiving Snackboxes, and I am going to outshine everyone so fucking brightly (while being a team player, of course) that we'll need sunglasses. I spent one match flying with the starting team and I'll be damned if I'm not back there by the end of the season.
Sam is the only happy person around, and he's a fucking dog. At least he's better, because I don't know what I'd do without him.
Alec almost died today. We were watching his toad explore the room, because that's what they like to do - Toadie hops, Alec watches. Toadie decided that he was going to leave the flat, so Alec and I left... he's toddling now.
1. Why would you blast a hole through your door so that a toad could come and go whenever he pleases? Can't you just charm the door so that it's solid except for toads? It can't be too difficult.
2. The toad-hole is small enough that Alec can't fit through, but what about cats and dogs and other animals? Cats would eat Toadie. Alec's parents are right bloody idiots...
but I digress. Alec and I took the corridor all the way to the end when we realised that we'd lost Toadie. Alec threw an eppy. When I managed to calm him down, he remembered having seen Toadie go downstairs. So what's my boy do? He ran. At the stairs.
I had to levitate a small child today to keep him from bouncing down the fucking stairs.
I love him to death, so it's only fair that he'll be the death of me.
Having a toad-hole in your front door is really stupid. (At least I have fab stories after?)
How was your day?
p.s. Mum is getting mopier every day that Jimmy gets closer to turning 11. ... Jimmy hasn't turned 10 yet. She's visited twice this week, not to see me, but for moral support or something. Emotional support? Un-bloody-believable. I love my brother, but you can't adopt a child every time one goes off to school.
p.p.s. Cute Muggle is no more. He's gone back to India.
Did you kick Wisp arse recently? Because we did.
Do you need new robes? Great, because Madame Malkin's losing her marbles and I can't be held accountable for finding them. She gets lonely when Hogwarts is in session, and I think she wishes her own children would talk to her more often. It's incredibly sad, actually. We talk a lot, but we don't have very much in common.
Dad came into the store the other day just to see me. It was sweet of him. It made me wonder what they do all day in the Ministry, but if I'd asked I would've gotten a hour's lecture. I can't listen to an hour-long lecture when I'm measuring people for robes. A girl's gotta work when she's at work.
I'm
[Alicia, Katie, Ollie, Weasleys not at Hogwarts, Gwen]
I say we have a Part Two after the dance - my place? I have alcohol, music, cards, and a photo album with all of your faces in it - it's begging to be shared. Bring guests if you'd like.
[Same Ward minus Weasleys]
So, there's this cute muggle...
He doesn't have red hair or beater arms, and he's a shite dancer, but he might telephone me.
I'm now a drunkard! That's rich, Who's Who, really bloody rich.
Here's some news for you.
I'm an ADULT. I love bitter, it's brilliant, and I'm brilliant at drinking it. I know my way around a pub better than most because I am an expert because it is a HOBBY. As an adult, I'm allowed to have an adult hobby, yeah? I like cider in autumn and I adore Pimms as it's absolutely ace, but I'm not fucking stupid and I'm not going to rot out my liver. I have one, so why not put it to use? Livers are FOR processing alcohol.
Quidditch CHASER Katie Bell is not pregnant, you fucking dolts. I'd know if she was. The last time she threw up didn't have anything to do with babies, and I'm not sure I could tell you the last time she was in any position to be making them.
And back off of Gwen. If I didn't have anything better to do but write rot, at least I'd make it interesting. The ONLY reason why Oliver should be concerned is because he's been on about this for way too long.
I'd tell you to leave my mates alone, but apparently we're one of the few interesting groups of people left in the world.
[NOT Hogwarts students]
Does anyone want to get a drink tonight?
[Private.]
Bloody hell... I have to find a way to stop myself from stringing little boys up by their shoelaces. Someone thought it was fucking brilliant to tell Jim that his birth mum didn’t want him and that’s why he’s adopted. He cried like a girl and those little fuckers called him a girl, and it was mess. Mum had to get him from school. I guess I’ll stop by home tonight and check on him, maybe give him some pointers. I know he knows better than to believe those little wankers, but it still isn’t fair. I thought I’d never meet a child I disliked (‘cos, you know, they’re children?) Jim goes to school with such tossers, though.