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[23 Oct 2005|11:16pm] |
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I'm beginning to think that this Casal trial is more trouble than it's worth.
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[27 Sep 2005|09:33pm] |
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You'd think that after... everything that's happened, my workload might decrease a bit.
But no, apparently not.
Bloody Ministry.
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[05 Sep 2005|05:21pm] |
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[22 Jun 2005|03:50pm] |
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Things are stepping up at the Ministry because of the terrible situation in Ireland, and Fudge is making increasingly strange and insane demands, insisting that he'll fire us all unless we complete his lists. It's making me uncomfortable, and I fear slightly for his sanity. I can't decide if I want him to win this next election or not-- on the one hand, I may lose my job if he doesn't, but on the other hand, I've come to realise that he's rather an insufferable moron, although no one has to know I've realised that, and I don't want someone like that in charge of the country. That Hogwarts dinner only highlighted to me how good someone like Blurst would be for the Wizarding World-- someone with a vague semblance of some common sense.
Of course, I wouldn't tell anyone any of this. I've come too far to turn around now and admit that I was wrong. Besides, I wasn't wrong! I... I must've made... There must've been a mistake in judgement for someone else, perhaps I was tricked, or...
Or maybe I was just wrong...
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[22 Apr 2005|09:47pm] |
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Twenty-one... I never thought I'd be here. When I was a child, I had all these grand dreams that I hoped to achieve by my twenty-first birthday. I won't repeat them here, not even to myself, because they're terribly silly, but sometimes I can't help but wish...
I remember one of them. 'Get Fred and George back for all those years of misery'. They thought their jokes were so bloody funny, but they were always on me. It wasn't my fault that I was a thousand times more intelligent and dedicated than they ever were... No, I suppose that's not fair. Apparently their joke shop is doing rather well. They are dedicated and intelligent, but... I suppose it's in rather a different way to myself.
Still. It wasn't fair, what they did. Sometimes I think back to some of the tricks they played that made me cry out in frustration, and I wonder if I'd've strayed so far from the family if I'd been treated as one of them rather than...
I was, though. I can't blame my own actions on Fred and George, can I? Mum and Dad were always wonderful to me, they bought me Hermes, after all, and they were so proud when I was made Head Boy...
What have I done with my life? There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I could've been. And twenty-one years later, I'm sitting alone in the flat waiting for Penny to come back, wondering where everything went so wrong.
Not that Penny is wrong. On the contrary-- that's the one thing that's perfect, couldn't be better, in my life. I know Penny's on good terms with my family, better terms than I am, and I wish we could go over there sometimes for a family Sunday lunch or something... If I had one birthday wish, it would be... It would be complete, total forgiveness.
But of course, to be forgiven, I'd have to sacrifice my pride, and that's the only thing I have left, really.
Some things just aren't meant to be, then.
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[16 Apr 2005|09:47pm] |
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It's been a bit of a busy week at the office, for reasons that I'm sure most people will be able to guess. Terribly tragic, of course... And as well as being awful, it's doubled the amount of paperwork I've been doing. There've been countless threats to the Minister that I've had to sift through day after day, and although nothing's come of them so far, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before something serious comes through. Still, the Ministry has good security measures in case of emergency, so I'm sure that everything will be alright.
I've been so busy that there's not too much news to report, really. Penny, I'm sorry I've been home so late-- I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow to make up for it, if you're free. It's just been so ridiculously hectic.
( Owl to Mrs. Weasley )
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[02 Apr 2005|11:38pm] |
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Well, the last few days have been nice-- Penny's been round, so the flat has been rather less quiet. I've quite enjoyed the extra noise, actually. The whole place feels a little more lived-in when there's someone else besides me here. Sometimes I wish I'd picked somewhere in Wizarding London, but Muggle London's just as good and infinitely more fascinating.
Anyway, I should probably get back to work-- I've got piles of paperwork to be getting on with why do I get the feeling that Fudge is keeping me busy so I don't have time to suspect that he's not all I thought he was?, and I need to have it done by the end of the week.
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[23 Mar 2005|12:36am] |
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Oh, Merlin... I think I actually might be wrong. For once in my life, I think I might be wrong. How could this be? I was so careful-- I trusted Fudge... But some of the things he's been saying lately... Oh, I don't know.
And recently, I've been realising... Family has to stick together. What am I doing, holed up in a pokey little flat in London? I should be with Ron right now. I got a short Owl from Dad saying that the story in the Prophet wasn't true, but I haven't seen him...
At least I've got Penny. She holds me together, somehow.
Oh, Merlin. What have I become? What have the Weasleys become?
And it's all bloody You-Know-Who's fault, of course. And maybe mine, a bit.
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