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| 22 March, 1980 |
[March the 22nd, 2010] |
Yeah yeah -- haven't written in here in forever. It's just that every time I think to write something it sorta starts feeling like it's not worth mentioning when all this other shit stuff keeps happening. Don't even know why I feel the need to write that, but I'm not alone right?
( Addie )
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| 28 December, 1979 |
[December the 28th, 2009] |
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( Addie Banges )
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| 23 December, 1979 |
[December the 23rd, 2009] |
Seems like it couldn't hurt to toss out one of those public service announcements myself since Paul pretty much set it up for me.
If anyone IS getting or giving a pet it better bloody not be a DRAGON. There're laws against that and we lot in the Dragon Dept. really having to break hearts by taking them away and writing out steep fines.
Anyway -- statistics show that 20% of all household fires on the hols are because someone thought a firebreather would be a brill addition to the family. That DOESN'T include the rate of owner limb loss -- so keep your money, keep your house, keep your arms. Get a dog or something, alright?
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| 20 December, 1979 |
[December the 20th, 2009] |
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( Private )
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| 25 November, 1979 |
[November the 25th, 2009] |
( Private )
I'm usually not much for commenting on the news but I can't help but feel kind of bad for werewolves getting targeted from all bloody angles. Not trying to get into politics or anything or take sides but just...
People trying to kill you. That's my point. It's a shite way to go through life. Not that anyone's really been safe lately but there you have it.
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| 9 November, 1979 |
[November the 9th, 2009] |
( Edward Watkins )
Got caught by one of the Common Green Welsh's tails just a moment ago in the ribcage -- and I didn't THINK that anything was off other than the whole moment of "HOLY SHITE I CAN'T BREATHE".
Only now I'm noticing that one of my ribs developed this hinge sort of ability if I poke it and that's probably not right. Does it hurt? Yeah. Yeah it hurts. Don't WORRY -- I'm off to the healers and all that. Boss said to quit being an idiot and go already.
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| 29 October, 1979 |
[October the 29th, 2009] |
BOYD YOU LEFT YOUR JOURNAL HOME.
Don't worry though I'm gonna keep it SAFE!
(HI ADDIE!!!!)
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| 27 October, 1979 |
[October the 27th, 2009] |
Probably should've known today was going to be a shiteload of fun the moment I slipped on Puffin remains this morning when I was trying to get down to the cliffs to look in on the Hebridean Blacks. Downside of living on an island with dragons? THERE IT IS.
And then one of the dogs starts chewing on the detached legs and Nessie found an eyeb --
Sorry. It's lunchtime isn't it? You lot don't want to read about this do you?
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| 30 September, 1979 |
[September the 30th, 2009] |
I don't know if anyone's ever been in the lobby of the Daily Prophet offices, but there are these SODDING HUGE plant pots around where you can sit. I have no idea what's in them -- being utter pants with Herbology like that. Looks like a fern though. It probably isn't. Hell if I know.
Right -- so these pots are all around on little stands and those stands are FLIMSY. See my foot got caught underneath and the leg broke. And then the pot crashed --
Don't roll your eyes. I cleared it up! Didn't see a dustman wandering around and it was my fault anyway.
There's no moral here, but I've got time to kill. Sorry to the DP office for that one.
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| 16 September, 1979 |
[September the 16th, 2009] |
I was sent to gather a Common Welsh hatchling this morning, and the woman keeping him had knit the little bloke a sweater in ALL THE COLOURS of the RAINBOW. And with wee kitten faced buttons.
Don't know if I have the words for it -- but she insisted I not take it off him if I was going to be a wanker enough to pry him away from her loving care and fluffy sofa that he half TORCHED.
I've got the sweater here -- like hell I'd leave it on the poor lad. Really it just gives me the creeps. Even more than trying to get the woman to quit crying into my sleeve. cause her hands were wandering an
( Adelaide Banges )
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| 4 September, 1979 |
[September the 4th, 2009] |
Right -- I showed you lot that one time I knew I wasn't meant to be some HISTORIAN.
BUT.
What about a herbologist? An herbologist? Is that what they're called? I have NO sodding idea and I can't be arsed to look it up. You know what I mean. THAT.
Well...
( Proof )
Yeah -- didn't work out either.
( Edward Watkins )
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| 1 September 1979 |
[September the 1st, 2009] |
Far as I'm concerned -- I've got a lot of people to thank for my parents and sister being kept safe. One year off from it being TWO of my sisters going away and with this shite happening
So what's a bloke got to do to try and help out in return? I KNOW I'm only some civilian that wasn't THERE but if there's anything -- I want in. Can't fucking deal with SITTING AROUND doing NOTH Even if it's being told to sit the hell down and let the trained people deal with it. I can do that.
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| 24 August, 1979 |
[August the 24th, 2009] |
The way I know that Hogwarts is about ready to start up again? Eileen keeps on and ON about it. She's talking at me right now in fact. Asking me if I'm paying attention. Yeah yeah yeah. That's not how to be a good older brother. I'm mostly listening atleast? There's only so many times that I can pretend I'm interested in her new books. I'm sure they're great books. REALLY. They look very full of words. Well done, books!
Atleast Rosie's stopped moping around my room that she has one more year before SHE goes away to Hogwarts. There's the whole bloody house and everyone somehow ends up in MY room.
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| 18 August, 1979 |
[August the 18th, 2009] |
Yeah yeah. I know. Late submission to dog night -- but this is the only photo I could even find.
( Picture. )
That's Auberon. Imagine three more of his sort and you've got the rest of the lot that runs around our house.
( Adelaide Banges )
( Edward Watkins )
( Private )
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| 14 August 1979 |
[August the 14th, 2009] |
Amos Diggory:Hi, sir! I meant to ask earlier -- sorry that I didn't but there was the whole Common Welsh Green thing today and everything being on fire sort of made it slip my mind for a bit.
Right. Anyway! Think I could get Tuesday off?
Oh -- and I think the paperwork on that case caught fire too. Sorry, sir! I can remember most of it though! Sort of. We could always make names up right?
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| 8 August, 1979 |
[August the 8th, 2009] |
Way I see it, there's no use dragging on about the bad news through every entry written. Nothing meant by it. Just felt a change of topic couldn't hurt.
Anyway! Was thinking about how people end up in the jobs they... you know END UP in. I guess my situation's a boring one because us MacFusties tend to specialise in dragons -- but I had my moments of considering other fields. Like history for example! Only Binns murdered that one before I ever got anywhere. I found this old essay shoved in my desk back home today, and I consider this the moment I knew being a historian wasn't in my future.
( Exhibit A )
All due credit to our dear Edward Watkins for it because he was the prat that didn't let me copy his essay. CHEERS, EDDIE!
And sorry to you honest history sorts. That was likely painful to read for you lot.
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