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September 17th, 2009
11:44 pm - Filtered from Hermione Granger;
I'm a bloody genius.
I just realized that it's the seventeenth of September. Hermione's birthday's on the nineteenth.
It's probably part of my job to think of these things and get everything properly set up, right? But of course I'd lose track of something like that because, like I just said, I'm just that brilliant.
So... I'm taking this moment to attempt to save my own arse. I figure we're going to need cake and something party-like to do. If nothing else, I'll just keep her from going to work, but cake, well. Cake's a given. Always.
I haven't even thought of a present, yet.
Bollocks.
Naturally, anybody who's friends with her can feel free to pitch in. I'm not going to complain one bit. Not that that might be a hint of my desperation or anything.
Oi. Ginny. Come shopping with me or something.
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August 15th, 2009
02:43 am - Text;
I've been here a long time, and I tend to forget. I shouldn't have done it, but I think I'm fairly comfortable. I know it shouldn't be like that. I know what's going on back home and I know that I need to go back. When I left, though, even that feels like a really distant memory. All of the people are here, and I've made up as best I could. It's not even half-arsed making up, either, I mean that I've apologized and been forgiven and all that rot. The people that I hurt, the people that I left are here and they're from different times and everything's okay.
I don't know if it's just been lately, but nothing surprises me any more. The things that made the City terrible are old news. Even bad curses are forgivable. They're just curses.
I'm probably jinxing it saying that. Figuratively speaking.
I suppose that's my confession. I'm fine. I'm alright here and I know that I really shouldn't be. Everybody else is restless. I know they are and that I ought to be, but-- Perhaps it's that I'm stuck in a rut. I don't know.
I still want to go home, of course, but I guess that I've done alright here. I like the cabin, and it's not empty anymore. I like eating pudding practically every day, even though I wish my mum was around for suppers and other things. I like knowing that the girl I fancy fancies me too. I like cracking jokes every day with my best mate. I like arguing with my sister. All that stuff.
Maybe that's what is will be like when I go home, anyway, and I just have it sooner rather than later. Still, I know I shouldn't be content with it. Especially because I know that most of the others aren't happy at all.
( Hexed Private to Hermione )
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July 22nd, 2009
03:07 am
Not that the last couple of days haven't been exciting and all, with the new arrivals and everything... That's lovely and all that. It really is. It felt empty here, for a bit.
But, really. Really. Can I go to bed, yet?
I'm not usually prone to things like nightmares, I think, so it's odd to have them work so well. Hopefully nobody will mind if I sleep extra to make up for it. It's a beautiful excuse.
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June 28th, 2009
08:58 pm
This is the first thing even remotely similar to success that I've turned out of the kitchen. The downside is, in my attempt to show off, it's probably gotten all cold and mess from how long it took me to figure out taking a picture of it and getting it on the Network. Luckily, I already ate the other half.
We are out of bacon, though, which presents a clear but easily-solvable problem.
Bloody hell, I need to find something better to do with myself. I spent a day making sandwiches, for Merlin's sake. (Granted, it's a good sandwich.) I blame Ginevra.
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June 2nd, 2009
09:16 pm
My, my. You lot. Minds all over the gutter, you. I'm almost ashamed to say that I know you.
Now that I've got that out of the way, I do believe that I've been stricken with the desire to understand exactly how the electronic card catalog for the library is supposed to work. I can add it to my achievements in dealing with telephones, faxes and copier machines.
Hermione. Care to come with?
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May 24th, 2009
07:38 pm - Voice Post;
A-hem.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! It is my most esteemed and absolute pleasure to introduce to you:
THE AMAZING WIZARDS WEASLEY!
Oh. Um.
AND WITCH WEASLEY! Of course!
Here to perform magical feats the likes of which cannot be replicated! One night only! Come and witness this outstanding performance the likes of which cannot be topped by mere illusionists! This, folks, is the absolute genuine article! Believe me when I say that missing this show will breed nothing but the absolute deepest regret!
But let me not simple promote in word! Allow me to demonstrate!
Could I get a volunteer?
[[ooc: Quite cursed, Ron believes that his family is a band of circus magicians. Go ahead and volunteer for a magic trick. :D C'mon. It'll be fun.]]
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May 3rd, 2009
01:00 am - Voice Post;
Oooi! Ginny, c'mon! Mum said you got to help me feed the chickens! She said we had to do it before we eat, so hurry up. I'm hungry, alright?
... Ginny? Hey, Gin?
How'd I... I got lost on the stairs! George! Fred! I'm telling mum! I'll bet it's your fault, anyway.
This isn't funny! What'd you do?!
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April 19th, 2009
08:15 pm
Ron Weasley, in his day-to-day, does not look frequently and fondly on his childhood nor does he stop to realize that he's still a child. In dreams, however, the Burrow and bright light and family all feature prominently. Right now, it's a hot summer day. Ron is seven and his sister is six and she's his very best friend and they're walking hand-in-hand through the orchard by their house. Ron has a bucket with him. They're looking for apples. He nearly cries when he falls out of a tree and the look that Ginny gives him is similar to the look she gives when he leaves her to get on the train.
He's eleven and he meets Harry Potter and likes him instantly. Some kid named Neville's lost his toad, and Hermione Granger comes and looks for it. The memory skews, though, and when she slides the door open she's a few years older and dressed very well and glossed up, and Ron's fourteen and it's like really seeing her for the first time. The train has somehow blurred and faded into the Great Hall, and he and Harry are dressed in red and gold and Ron feels like he's going to be sick. He always hated that part. Harry claps him on the shoulder before take-off and tells him he'll do fine.
His dad and brothers help him fix up the ghoul in the attic and they all get ready to lie for him and to force his mother to understand. Arthur looks like another childhood memory, almost, more well-rested than he's been in years, and he smiles faintly and his voice cracks when he pats his youngest boy on the back. Like Harry, he assures Ron that he'll be fine. Still, somehow, he doubts it.
Then the weird thing happens, and Ron simple appears somewhere unfamiliar, alone. He remembers, then, that he left them. He did that. He's not doing as well as he'd hoped, cracked and cowardly. "Hello?" He calls out and isn't sure if he's going to be answered. "Dad?" No, no... Where had he just been? With Harry. "Harry?!" There was more hesitation with, "Hermione?!"
"Anybody?"
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April 8th, 2009
09:47 pm
Both Remus Lupin and Hermione Granger have left the City.
Oh, and Malfoy was in the Hall, too, but really. Who cares? At least there's a silver lining.
Harry's not back yet. Who knows about the others. Fred can't really... Or that's the rumor, anyway.
Nobody got too messed up on April Fool's, did they? I wonder if I should be surprised that he got things together so fast.
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March 28th, 2009
07:13 pm
What does one wear to these sorts of things? I forgot to even think about it. I'm guessing it's... Formal? Semi-formal? Does it really matter?
You'd figure they'd give us a moment to catch a breath before we move on to something else that'll get everyone in a fit. At least I didn't have to worry over finding a date, unless there's some fuss to be made over the fact that I haven't really asked yet.
Right. Just to be safe: Hermione, would you like to attend to this dance business with me? Hopefully, it's an easy question. I'm not sure how far we're implied, just yet. Oh, and I should get bonus points for making such a remarkably public declaration.
Oh, yes! I also expect all eyes and hands to be safely off of one Ginevra Weasley. Blokes, I'll be watching. I mean it.
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March 9th, 2009
02:23 pm
You know, I really didn't think about it the other day... But if you arrived here at a certain age, and you have two birthdays while in the City, how old does that make you? And, if time really stops for you back in your own world, are you still the same age when you go back, or do you really have to go backwards to be able to fit again?
And what if it's... Well, I've been here long enough to outrun the self that's back in our own world, and so what if I've become a completely different version of Ron Weasley, stuck inside some weird sort of time pocket?
So I'm either seventeen or nineteen, I suppose. I'm not sure which. I wondered last year, too, and this year I just didn't feel like thinking that hard.
Either way, I didn't get any cake, which is a shame. No matter what age I am, I can assure you that I'm pretty fond of cake.
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February 8th, 2009
11:34 pm
I haven't been able to think of a single, stupid thing to say to anybody's face all day today, and I know everything was just part of a bloody curse, but bloody hell! I said some stupid, stupid, awful things. I know I did, because I remember.
Merlin, I am a complete and total arse.
But I do know that I really ought to say something, because this isn't the sort of thing where it's really easy to just forget that it's happened. I mean, I downright insulted the best people that I've got here. Or... No, no. The best people I've known. Period. At all.
I might as well have told Hermione to go and die! That's... It's not right at all!
So, just because I can't leave it hanging like that and I'm just going to keep running my mouth anyway, looks like, well. I'm sorry. I really am. Even if I was literally out of my mind, it pretty much makes me sick that I'd've said anything like that, and you all are the greatest people, and you know I don't think any less of you as people for any reason.
Ginny's probably the same. I know she is, but I can't say because my words- thoughts- aren't hers at all. I'm sure the opinions are similar, though.
So. Right. Sorry. Feel free to clobber me or something.
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February 7th, 2009
01:21 am
Now, now... Dare I ask what this is all about? A rather... Erm, quaint house in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly what I was expecting to walk into. Unless somebody's severely decorated the common room, and in extremely poor tastes, I might add, I'd like to know where I am. Then, as soon as I know that, I'd like to know how to leave.
Ginevra? You were just right behind me, weren't you? I can always here you and Parkinson gossiping from three corridors away, though, so it could've just been my imagination. Really, you all need to put a bloody lid on it.
I've got things to do, so let's figure this stupid trick out and be done with it.
( ooc; )
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January 29th, 2009
10:24 pm
It's not shaping up to be a good week to keep hold of things, is it?
Guess it's one of the things about this place. Not much is assured. The bloke who hired me must've realized that. At least when it comes to my job, I'm nice and cushioned. I don't have to scramble to find something right away. It's not going to reach anybody to say it, but I'm pretty grateful, especially given current events and everything.
So, Remus, if you need any extra help for your shop or anything like that, I'm decently free for now. I don't have any brilliant ideas or anything, but I can help move stuff around. I should probably get one thing or another to do with my time, at least.
Hermione. Merlin, I still have no idea what to say about it. Feeling any better?
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January 12th, 2009
07:34 pm
My dad's one of three sons born to Septimus and Cedrella Weasley, 'blood-traitor' from the beginning, and he always had a fascination with muggle things. He started attending Hogwarts at the right age, and was sorted into Gryffindor.
My mum's the oldest child and only daughter in her family. Her younger brothers died in the first part of this war, and so she's basically the only one left. She was sorted into Gryffindor as well, and that's how she met my dad.
They got married after they finished school, after my dad was established just enough at the Ministry to support a family. My mum acted as... Well, a mum, and they had seven children: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, me, and Ginny. So, during the war my dad and uncles joined the Order of the Phoenix and Mum made it her duty to look after the lot of us, and most everybody made it through alright.
I guess not a lot changed, save for the years when everybody thought the war was over. My mum's probably even more worried now, and my dad... He's still in the Ministry, and he's being monitored for liking muggle things. I guess he's just trying to keep up with Order business, and to keep everyone who's left at the Burrow fed.
His patronus is actually a weasel. I think Percy probably looks the most like him, but I guess that I do, too. Ginny looks a lot like mum too, I think.
I haven't seen them in bloody forever.
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December 31st, 2008
07:29 pm
That's it. I resolve to get a bloody mobile phone. As soon as I figure out the best way to buy a phone. I suppose there must be phone shops somewhere...
I probably have more I could list, but that one's just come up today. The rest I already know about, and it's sort of my business anyway.
Happy New Year. Whoopee.
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December 25th, 2008
December 23rd, 2008
02:14 am
Alright, well... This is a bit unexpected, isn't it? Now... I think I remember this dream. It was long and unusually detailed.
So, aside from the tongue-lashing I'm going to get and the uncertainty that comes with taking an impromptu day-trip and leaving your family behind, I suppose this isn't something to freak out about too terribly. I'll worry if I make it past this next mid-night.
But, you know... I happen to have turned up in the square in my pajamas, so it would be lovely if I could find somebody that I know who's going to make a guest appearance in this dream. It's rather cold outside. Is it still December?
( text )
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December 13th, 2008
01:15 am
I'll have to adjust the list again already. For the better, maybe... I don't want to say that I'm glad anyone else is stuck here, because that just comes off as sort of rude or something, but... Well, I'll have to admit I'm sort of glad. I was worried, I think.
And I'm sure someone's said something like this already, but... Really? Honestly?! There's all this built up fear for ages about that bloody clock and its stupid ticking, and it just... Stops!
Bit anticlimactic, isn't it?
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December 7th, 2008
12:56 am
Rather than just say I need to make a bloody list to keep track of things, here. Here's a bloody list. The ticks are my attempt to count the number of times people have actually been here, distinct separations. They're probably wrong because, well, that's why there's a list. It's hard to keep track of, normally. And I'm not even putting You-Know-Who on there or counting cursed arrivals.
( Cut for List )
You'll probably notice the most recent absence. I'm fairly certain it's final. I checked the Hall, already. It's not enough to say it's too bad, is it?
( Loosely private; hackable )
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