| Journal Entry 002 |
[September 29th, 3:09pm] |
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When I signed up to be an Auror at the Ministry of Magic; I didn't expect them to send me to wonderful vacation spots like Switzerland. Really, would he hide out here of all places? There's really not much here besides chocolate, cheese, clocks and wine.
Anyway, If anyone needs to find me. Go through the Ministry, you might not find me otherwise. Top secret location and all that jazz.
( Private to Self )
Remus and Sirius, enjoy the Television. Hopefully I'll be home soon enough to see it.
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| Journal Entry 001 |
[September 17th, 10:09pm] |
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I used to keep a journal once as a girl, and I haven't done so in a very long while. What do I write about now? When you're young you write about your hopes and your dreams-- your dream wedding, your prince charming, gossip that seems like the end of the world but is rather amusing when you look back at it-- I don't have those kinds of things to write about now. Unfortunately, my life has become downright boring. I work, I come home and fix dinner, James and I eat dinner and then go to sleep. Sometimes I watch a bit of television. That depends on which person has invaded our house that evening. If it's Remus he's inclined to enjoy me, and if it's Sirius I'll be lucky if I can hear the bloody thing then I let boys be boys.
It was a good summer though, and I thought that as Harry got older and continued to go to Hogwarts I might get a bit more used to it. But I find myself somewhat sad that he's gone again. Especially when I was cleaning out the attic and I found this.
( A picture pressed between two pages )
Terrible picture, really. I was playing around with a muggle camera and trying to get Harry to sit still long enough to take a picture to send to Petunia. Of course, that didn't go over well. Screaming and fighting ensued, and we ended up going back outside to fly because it was the only time I could get him to calm down enough to take a nap. I'm getting nostalgic.
( Private to James )
Back to work, I suppose. I need a vacation.
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