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Thu, Oct. 28th, 2010, 01:02 am
28 March 1983

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Thursday and Friday are going to be damned busy for me, wrapping a case up. Dawlish wants the last nail in this metaphorical coffin before the weekend's up, nothing newsworthy, just work.

I'm being boring but interesting can be overrated sometimes.

Lazy weekend. Looking forward to that. I'd say "unless Eve has other ideas," but trust me, there is nothing she likes more than to lay around on her fine arse for a solid weekend. Based on the amount of moving she does in the week (about as much as me), I can hardly blame her.

Alana's wedding planning marches on, and the reports from the bridesmaids, the mother of the bride, and the groom are all... a little hilarious, I'll have to admit. The one thing I can report personally is that Alana finally picked a maid of honour, except I have to say I'll prefer the title man of honour though it sounds a little absurd when I put it into print like that.

Either way, I think it's half a punishment because now she expects me to actually listen to some of this wedding shit. I don't know what good I'm going to be, but I'm sure Donna and Bradana will be more than happy to help. What plans did you have for next week, Alana? I didn't write it down.

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Sat, May. 29th, 2010, 08:40 pm
29 October 1982

I haven't written in ages; mind I suppose that's what happens when you get off your arse and have a life. Things started to get busy in the last few months, not even including work, and I haven't really had anything to say until now that couldn't wait for one or another of your journal entries, yeah?

Anyway, it was this or an announcement in the Prophet and I've already paid for this journal, so might as well announce it here: Eve and I are engaged. Don't hold your breath waiting for us to announce a date, we're taking our time. Alana's wedding (and Matt's stag night, more importantly) come first, after all.

Halloween should be good. Might go to that Irish thing that Alana and Matt were at last year, even if it's Irish. Definitely worth a celebration this time around.

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Mon, Nov. 23rd, 2009, 01:18 am
23 April 1982 (early)

Since Eve's been bothering me for WEEKS about this, I should tell the whole world who I haven't run into at MLE or who didn't come to my flat to bother me for the results eventually:

I am, in fact, an Auror.

The reason you haven't heard from me since, wow, before the test, is that since the fifth of April I've been partnered with the illustrious John Dawlish, who needed someone to do a lot of investigative heavy-lifting in the background, the key word here being "learn on the job" when it comes to the things that involve parchment and "watch and learn" on a lot of the other bits. More than happy to follow these orders.

Still amazed I got in, still very happy to be serving my country and all, and looking forward to going back tomorrow, just a bit.

Anyone who wants to stop in, feel free, haven't got the time to talk to people on the job and Eve and I started tackling the effort to make our flat look a bit more... lived-in is probably the best word. She ambushed me with a can of paint the first time and now I'm not just playing along, I spent a mint and I've got some brilliant old film posters to put up to start.

Jo turned 21 and barely accepted a birthday hug, I think someone's got to pry her away from her Quaffles and her scripts because she's clearly gone work-mad, this coming from the bloke who's happy to head back to the desk job in a few hours. Clive's owled obsessively for NEWT advice particularly on Defence which makes me wonder. Lizzie, I'll answer your owls tonight. Or dinner. Can I come over for dinner?

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Sat, Oct. 24th, 2009, 09:48 pm
24 March 1982

In case anyone who cares doesn't know yet, I test on 2 April.

I'd write more but I should save my quill and energy for the revision schedule. Things are good, normal to be totally honest, no time for drama. Anyone have news I've missed with my head buried in the books?


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Sun, Oct. 4th, 2009, 07:40 pm
4 March 1982

New York City was a hell of a rush. Didn't miss too many days. Not about to apologise for missing those, either. I'm getting holidays in before the MLE absorbs all of my time.

I set up a revision schedule and it looks like I'm taking the test in April. Right about when they'll start cutting funding and maybe people. No time and date set yet.

Things are good. Lizzie made me lunch and we're living off the leftovers. Jo's supposed to come over the first weekend that her schedule isn't exploding, I saw her a grand total of twice out of costume recently. I haven't heard anything about Clive which is always a good sign. Et cetera.

Not much to say. Eve went to Julia Fl Curenton's baby shower, which was run by Gilly fucking Quigley of all people, and if Eve hadn't told me I wouldn't believe it. Weird.

Fri, Jun. 26th, 2009, 08:50 pm
26 November 1981

If you ever get a chance to go to the Swiss Alps, take it, because they are fantastic.

And for once that isn't some sort of sly metaphor. No, really. We're in the Swiss Alps. Don't bother sending me any post until Monday, personally, unless it's really very important, because I have no intention of answering it. Can't speak for Eve, I think she'd write Jeremy Curenton back even if she was all out of ink and had to write it in blood, but it's hard to say.

Turns out that now the war is supposedly over that "Stanton" passes as a pure enough name to merit an invite from the Malfoys.
I hope all the Warrington triplets show up so I can see Clive against the entire Warrington family with only Lyn as a human shield.

Jo, how's the babysitting going?

Thu, May. 21st, 2009, 06:09 pm
21 October 1981

So it looks like Professor Montgomery is back in our lives; I thought she was pretty brilliant back in sixth year but I didn't realise just how thoroughly she could kick my arse until the past two days of relative torture.

Still enjoying myself though.

No idea what's going on with all of this but I'm following orders and it looks like the office is moving at its usual pace again. It looks like the Prewetts are in trouble, though, but when aren't they?

The war is bad but things are good despite all of you trying to make them worse for me.

Now I'm going to smoke a pack of fags before I get to this damn work because the second year is so much harder than the first.

Tue, Mar. 10th, 2009, 07:04 pm
10 August 1981

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But how could we know when I was young
All the changes that were to come?
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters and servants and servants and dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
But through strikes and famine and war and peace
England never closed this gap


Sandinista! is probably the best album I own. Mind, I don't own many, but I picked well.

Depressing to think that the Muggle world is just as grim and fucked up as we are these days. I don't know who has it worse, us or them, because the Death Eaters want to kill on a personal level but the Cold War and the nukes, they don't give a fuck who you are. Either way we're all in danger from both so I suppose there's no winning.

Unless it turns out that we win, but that doesn't seem terribly likely, now does it?

Only tenth of August and I'm already getting ideas for the Birthdays. This is my last year before I'm an honest to fuck Auror, at least I hope, and before work swallows my life I'm having one last fucking party.

Sun, Jan. 18th, 2009, 11:36 pm
18 June 1981

I'm a little drunk right now, but Jo apparently found another one of her stashes lying around because she gave me the most fucking amazing bottle of scotch I have ever tasted, no special occasion, just "here, Victor, go on and get drunk!"

THANKS JO. It worked.

A year ago I was obsessing over my NEWTs because I'd decided I wanted to be an Auror, turns out I still do but I'm not nearly as deluded and stupid as I was back then.
A year ago Lisa's father was killed and I fell head over arse in love with her because I am a FUCKING IDIOT oh, fuck it

Well Joe's finally made his move on Bradana Gilchrist, of all the girls in England to knock up, took him long enough, and I thought I was a fucking coward. Jo's getting married in thirty-something days, ask her, she knows, she spent all day on the guest list and the invites and bridesmaid dresses, blah, blah, blah.

Not that I'm not happy for her. I mean, this time she's not marrying a fucking Flint.

Jesus fucking Christ, I [inkspill]
I highly suggest NOT drinking alone, because if Eve was here I'd have shut up oh, from the start, but she doesn't drink, so what the fuck.

Eve, you should try this once you get here, I swear.
And don't bother wearing knickers.

Cheers! I'm going to finish the bottle now__

Sat, Dec. 13th, 2008, 09:58 pm
13 May 1981

Well, yesterday was an improvement on the usual.

Mostly asking the community at large if anyone knows how I can get a hold of Eve Bobbin. I did once -- well, more than once -- and I fully intend to do so again.

Today was good. Could've been better.

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