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[28 Jul 2020 · 8:58pm] |
there are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
springtime calls her children 'til she lets them go at last
and she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds
there are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
but my hands remember hers, rolling round the shaded ferns
naked arms, her secrets still like songs i've never learned
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| eighty-eight; i feel like a pinata won't you take a swing at me. |
[28 Jul 2009 · 3:20pm] |
Death Eaters & Supporters.
At least give me more credit than being stupid enough to sign.
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| eighty-seven; and time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. |
[28 Feb 2009 · 1:50pm] |
Private.
There is something so reassuring about knowing that Mireille will soon be settled, and with someone so lovely and favoured (by her, at least) as Patrick. It was sometimes difficult to allow myself to be giddy with happiness around her, knowing she was being unfairly passed over time and again--the fact that Agatha was engaged before she was was shameful, even if Severus is so dear to me, and I feared it might mean she was no longer considered marriageable by anyone. For someone so lovely, so kind, so talented, so caring, it was anathema to think of her being left fallow. Now she is getting married and she asked me to be her Maid of Honour--though I suppose I should more rightly be a Matron of Honour now, which is a very funny title for a girl woman of eighteen.
I am glad that, for the next few months, I will have the library and helping with the plans for this wedding to occupy my time, as I hate feeling as though I might constantly be under Walden's feet, annoying him. I know he likes me and my company, but I feel like sometimes he is at a loss for how to speak to me, especially when I am being particularly...affectionate. I have such admiration for him, and for his courageousness--perhaps he thinks I am a silly girl but I really am quite honoured to be his wife. Our future together seems full of possibilities, for happiness, to be a family. I would like very much to be with child except for the desire to not give the vicious gossip mongers ammunition. I will not satisfy anyone's cruel words with even the barest hint of justification. Still, in a month or two, it might be safe. In order to necessitate a hasty marriage I would have had to be two or three months along, and if I conceive in April and do not begin to show until June, I doubt anyone could convince anyone else that I was pregnant in February.
The world is, seemingly, working out right for me. I am optimistic. There is but one more thing I need to take care of.
Travers.
Mr. Travers, as much as I dislike you, I do not necessarily want to see you torn apart by hounds or cast out of society because of your petty dislike for me. I think that if you could muster the will-power to stick to our agreement not to talk to or about each other, you could escape these consequences.
Mireille.
We must pick a day to sit down soon and begin to think about your plans!
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| eighty-six; don't you know the joke laughs at you? |
[26 Feb 2009 · 11:27am] |
Walden.
I am required to undertake some social machinations to help out Severus. You won't be too disturbed if I have Miss Chubb and Miss Gibbon over for tea in the day room tomorrow?
Corbina.
I'm sorry if Mr. Travers' fit of pique yesterday upset you. I know your mood must be much improved from the last time I saw you, but do you need anything?
Agatha & Mireille
Miss Chubb, Mireille and I were discussing your upcoming wedding a few days ago and how excited we are to see you married to our dear Severus. I was wondering if you might be free for tea tomorrow afternoon, at my home? We'd love it if you could tell us your plans for the ceremony!
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| eighty-five; i am the first one i decieve. |
[25 Feb 2009 · 11:10pm] |
Walden.
If I asked you to murder someone who is nominally loyal, is that a violation of the terms of our marriage?
I'm going to be in the Library until bed.
Anzhelina, Astra, Julianne, Mireille, Mrs. Lestrange.
Of all the uncouth, immature, idiotic things to say! And so publicly! That boy is nothing but a boil on the backside of proper society--no loyalty, no manners, completely devoid of any sort of social grace or discretion. He is like a dog with a damn bone and I am absolutely tired of him and his snide, ignorant little comments. One would think that a boy who can't even muster enough loyalty to properly court a girl of good standing in order to preserve everything our society stands for would be unable to muster the audacity to speak about me in such a manner.
Am I to be forever punished for a fit of temper I had months ago? This is madness.
He who denies he possesses vanity usually possesses it in so brutal a form he instinctively shuts his eyes to it so as not to be obliged to despise himself.
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| eighty-four; if i can make myself believe the rest is easy. |
[23 Feb 2009 · 11:53am] |
Private.
They might release Greyback? Are we really spending government resources on rehabilitating a murderous, filthy half-breed so that he can become a productive member of society?
Am I--I don't know what to think. This either is what it says it is, which is ridiculous, or something I am not privy to, which is confusing and frustrating. I fail to see how this is helpful--
Am I allowed to talk to Walden about this, or will it upset him?
Private: Walden.
I hope you slept better last night, knowing Mr. Lestrange would be alright.
Private: Anzhelina, Mireille, Julianne, Astra.
There has been quite a bit of surprising news in the paper lately.
Congratulations are in order for Mr. Nott and his family. I am confident that he will lead our country with wisdom and dignity.
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| eighty-three; i made amends in the general sense. |
[20 Feb 2009 · 12:34pm] |
( Warded Private: Walden. )
Astra.
Can you believe Are you feeling better today? You seemed like you were having stomach trouble last night.
Mrs. Lestrange.
Is there anything you need that hasn't been sent to you? I can bring it when I come back in a few hours.
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| eighty-two; a supple heart is not a place to dwell. |
[20 Feb 2009 · 12:00am] |
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I I'm sorry, I don't mean to disturb you but
Walden just left without saying where he was going and I'm worried. Do I am I just supposed to stay in bed? I know you're not just a wife, bu Is that proper?
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| eighty-one; for the first time in such a long, long time i know i'll be okay. |
[16 Feb 2009 · 11:59pm] |
Mirelle.
Your brother just apologized to me.
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| eighty; l'église aussi c'était vraiment géniale. |
[15 Feb 2009 · 10:59am] |
Severus.
I suppose it is a good thing that I am coming home to England this evening?
Julianne, would you like your Leaning Tower gift wrapped or as-is?
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| seventy-nine; pis d'un point de vue sociologique, c'était vach'ment enrichissant. |
[13 Feb 2009 · 11:57am] |
Private.
Two. Two!
Walden.
Are you feeling better since whatever was troubling you the other night?
What could I get you for Va
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my mother for insisting I learn Italian as well as French. It is much easier to appreciate opera, and to navigate around Rome without having to talk to Muggles consult maps endlessly.
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