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I need a beach.
That isn't covered in snow.
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[29 Sep 2009|03:55am] |
Bored
bored bored
bored
bored
boreeeeeeeeeeed
I'm bored.
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[04 Dec 2007|10:13am] |
It was foolish of me to attempt to swim as cold as it is now. It was silly before, admittedly, but this morning was actually the first time the sensation was painful. I'll just have to find something else to do with my mornings now.
Perhaps I'll follow my brothers example and search for a job. I just have to figure out what it is exactly that I can do.
Surely there is something.
[Private to Harry Potter]
It's been a while since we last corresponded. I hope you're doing well.
[/Private]
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[19 Nov 2007|11:20pm] |
{Private} Waking up on such a beautiful beach was an unexpected, but very much welcomed surprise. I was slightly confused for a moment and wondered if I had somehow managed to transport myself back to my beloved Cayman Islands. However I was able to recall that my last moments before I woke up were spent dueling with my cousin Bellatrix, and I knew that I had gone on.
This seems to be no different than life. My magic is intact, and I learned that I need no wand to use it here. My flesh is my own, though my appearance is that of my twenty year old self, which is a blessing, as the embrace of my cruel mistress Azkaban left me old before my time.
I discerned that the cottage before me was my own instantly. I had often dreamed of such a place while in prison, but my place couldn't hold a dim candle to what now truly is mine. Inside is warm and inviting, the furnishings are much to my liking as they are plush and soft and seem to fit my form well. Perhaps the thing that amazed me most was the discovery of a small sailboat docked in channel just around the back of the house. I know this too is mine by the name it had been christened with before my arrival, Mischief Managed.
{/Private}
After showering the salt from my body following my third jaunt in the sea, I discovered this blank journal lying on my pillows, as though it were waiting there for me. I suppose it was though, waiting. And so I will make good use of it, and pour my heart into it when I am lonely all the while keeping hope alive that I will soon run into my friends that have gone on before me.
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