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| 014; be of good cheer |
[May 17 2010] |
Warded: Daphne.
Mum and daddy are coming up for the Hogsmeade weekend on Saturday. I'm going to tell them about the engagement, so... if you hear screaming, come save me.
Warded: Draco.
I've owled my parents asking them to come this weekend to have tea in Hogsmeade, and they've agreed.
Warded: Jo and Jules.
Friday evening, can we do something absolutely frivolous and completely unnecessary?
As much as I am dreading exams at the end of the year, I must say that the pressure is nothing compared to OWLs. NEWT students, you have my sympathy.
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| 013; people talking without speaking |
[April 21 2010] |
( Private. Daphne may read. )
Warded: Sixth Year Slytherin Girls.
I'm finding it rather difficult to concentrate on coursework this week.
It's been an absolutely lovely springtime, so far. I hope the good weather continues!
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| 012; well-versed in etiquette |
[April 07 2010] |
Warded: Daphne
So I think the evening went well, yes? Thank you for being there for me, love.
On an unrelated note, have you given any thought to what you might like to do when you leave school?
Warded: Draco
My father told me he was very impressed with you the other night. He said this over his sherry, so you know it was true.
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| 011; sure of myself, sure of it now |
[March 09 2010] |
Private to Daphne.
I have to tell you something, but first I must have you promise in exchange for me whacking you if you ever become Granger-fied, that you will neither lose your head nor tell anyone or talk about it with anyone.
It is nearly Spring now, and there are only four more months of school. I suppose it's silly to comment on how quickly this year is passing, given, of course, that it was shortened, but it's still true. I suppose I should be grateful to have another year til NEWTs, but the pressure remains. If it weren't for the curfew I would set up a cot in the library, I'm there so often.
I'm looking forward to this weekend--even if the Quidditch match has nothing to do with Slytherin, it will be nice to get outside. And then of course the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend, where I think I should allow myself a day off from coursework.
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| 010; i've written pages and pages trying to rid you from my bones |
[February 23 2010] |
Private, Readable by Daphne.
We thought it was over. Will it ever truly be over?
Draco is worried for Zachary's safety--I wish I could not care, but I do. I still grew up with him, I still cared for him. Even if I feel betrayed, if I am not ready to forgive and forget like his housemates seem to be, I do not want harm to come to him. He is due to return on Monday. Will I be able to look him in the eye? I can't think of anything I want to say to him--anything polite, anyway.
Draco seems very disturbed by this news. I will do my best to be a comfort to him, even if all it means is being a quiet companion. I do not mind standing by his side. I want him to think of me as someone he can trust to support him. Someone he can confide in. In time.
Sometimes I wish I could still just curl up beside you when I am scared, like we did when we were children. Why does becoming an adult mean we must abandon all our old sources of comfort?
Private to Slytherins.
We must stand together against any unkind eyes that turn toward us now. I have faith in all of you. I have faith that we are the leaders of this new world, despite attempts to cast us as the villains.
If you pursue good with labor, the labor passes away but the good remains; if you pursue evil with pleasure, the pleasure passes away and the evil remains. Cicero.
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| 009; you were standing this close to me, like the future was supposed to be |
[February 15 2010] |
( Private to Self, Readable by Daphne. )
Private: Draco.
Thank you for your gift, it was very sweet of you to think of me.
Do you think of me often?
As much as I like the holiday, I can't say I'm not soothed today that the flurry of owls wings, house elves running about, and paper aerials has ceased for the time being.
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| 008; secrets, secrets are no fun |
[February 08 2010] |
Private: Pansy & Daphne.
Did either of you say anything to Draco?
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| 007; what is this feeling, so sudden and new? |
[February 06 2010] |
Private. Daphne May Read.
I have thought about it for a day and it still makes no sense to me. Three months ago I couldn't stand the sight of him, and now the sight of him turns my stomach in a completely different way. It is impossible, it is a kind of madness. No, it is masochism, pure and simple. To develop feelings like this for someone who is so utterly inaccessible, it is like self-torture. First there was my silly schoolgirl crush on Zach, the hidden Death Eater, and now these... feeling for Draco Malfoy?
What can this possibly mean? I wasn't built for this, this can't possibly be what I want. He is closed off to the world. He doesn't think of me like that, he will never think of me like that. He said himself he wants to go to Europe to find a wife, and all I want is to fall in love and give myself to another person and have my heart out in the open. He is not that person. He doesn't not want my heart. But his hand on my cheek
No. No, Astoria. No. You must stop this, you must make yourself stop. No one at this school has greater self-control than you do, and now is the time to utilize it. You are not going to moon after him like some love-sick child. He does not want you, and you are better off not wanting him.
I should give up this ridiculous notion of love and focus on doing my duty. He is right, there are no choices for us. And yet No. No more waivering.
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| 006; meticulous and precise. |
[January 26 2010] |
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Everyone has noticed that Professor Clearwater and Healer Pye post regularly, correct? I don't know why everyone is surprised that they don't have total privacy on something they picked up on Diagon Alley.
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| 005; well, this is embarrassing. |
[January 16 2010] |
Private: Daphne.
Zacharias.
I am ashamed, for two reasons. One, that I truly had no idea. Two, that I thought I might have feelings for him.
At least I do not seem to be alone in the first, and the second is only known by the two of us.
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| 004; the world up in flames |
[January 08 2010] |
Private: Draco.
Are you Did he Zach is you hate sympathy Are you alright?
Private: Zacharias
What has gotten into you? Two fights in less than a week?
Private: Daphne.
I miss you. Are you in your room? This Muggle Studies work is like an ice pick through my eye. excruciating.
And now we must endure field trips?
Hmm.
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| 003; well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice. |
[December 14 2009] |
( Warded Private. )
While bored this afternoon, I took one of the personality quizzes in my mother's copy of "Witch Weekly."
Apparently, I am not only "mysteriously alluring" but my Perfect Perfume Potion Pull is lilac.
I thought only old women wore perfume that smelled of lilacs?
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| 001; pulled from the sound that rose from the ground |
[December 01 2009] |
Warded Private.
1 December, and it as if the world has exploded with activity. I bought one of these things on mother's encouragement, as she seems to think it will be invaluable in keeping in touch with my peers and maintaining social connections while school is out of session. Only mother would be thinking about my social network while other mothers are thinking about--well, everything else in the world, I suppose.
But then, isn't the reward of a war being over the return to frivolous thoughts? But how does one see that as a benefit when they spent the entirety of the war doing nothing but focusing on frivolous things? This summer was a bit of a shock, seeing everything that mother and father had been keeping from us all year. We heard bits and snatches on the streets, of course, but Madame Malkin isn't exactly inclined to discuss politics when there are hem lengths to consider or the very real concern about whether or not mother of pearl buttons will bring out your eyes.
And they do, quite nicely, but that's not the point.
Two more years of school left. Two more years in which to mold myself into what I want to be. I am determined to be something more than a vapid society miss. Our kind has an image that is in need of much repair, and I am not afraid to be the one to do it.
Of course, having Malfoy there isn't going to help much. Whatever could they have been thinking?
It is indeed amusing to see that as soon as the calender clicks from November to December, the talk of Christmas comes out in earnest. Though I suppose, as many have said, that a happy focus is needed by many, and I could never begrudge them that.
All I want for Christmas is for the Ministry to create a Department of Heritage, and to commission a Museum of Wizarding History--think of the trips Professor Binns could take us on! A much livelier edition, wouldn't you say?
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| 000; biography. |
[December 01 2009] |
walking from the past, but i don't think i've said my goodbyes
sometimes i just find that they keep sneaking up from behind
closing up the wounds, i suppose it's supposed to take some more time
then what do i find that we've closed every door in our lives
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