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Jul. 26th, 2005 @ 10:02 pm (no subject)
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"Xell Jeremy Metaiu!" mum said, "if you are really going to get your own flat you will need to sort through that archaeological dig site of a bedroom!" And that is when I rediscovered this stupid old thing, packed away with a pile of old school texts that I'd thrown into my closet months ago in order to clear space for cookbooks. How I mistook this work of literature for something ghastly like a Defense text I will never know, but here it is again!

That's right! I'm finally getting off my arse and looking into flats, because it is Well Past The Appropriate Time. I have been saving furiously all year. I have recently changed jobs from Escape the Grind to a much more upscale place in Mayfair called Synfully Sylver. Sadly I no longer cook - I wait tables - but surely one must start from the bottom and work one's way up. And the food and desserts there are positively brilliant so no doubt I can learn a thing or two. The owner, Miss Sylvester, is a very pleasant young lady, though I hardly know her yet.

Landen is back. He wrote me the other day and I have not really been sure how to compose a reply. I am dreadfully eager to meet up with him again but he didn't seem quite as excited in his letter. Perhaps if I send my much improved blueberry muffins along with my response he'll warm up to getting together for tea sometime! I don't think he thinks I trust him. Or maybe he doesn't trust me. I think that's just silly, really!

In any case I've an early rise tomorrow, so off to bed with me!
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May. 18th, 2005 @ 12:57 am (no subject)
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Well! It has been a while, hasn't it! That's because life has been going exactly the way I prefer it to: Slowly and in a very boring fashion. Still at the Grind. No vampires, no Dark Wizards (well none mauling me personally), no possessed board games, no trips to the beach in sight!

Fang Blair is back in London. I hate Fang Blair. He's apparently working in RCMC and I hope something large and unpleasant has him for tea. Actually, I wouldn't even wish Blair on something large and unpleasant. So perhaps he'll fall off a cliff somewhere. London is running short on cliffs but I imagine a job like that takes you to all sorts of places that are rife with Cliff Opportunities.

Also I have marked the date Landen comes out of Azk home on my calendar. I would rather like to get in touch with all of his old school friends and have some sort of welcome home party for him. If the journey doesn't wear him out that is. But hmm. I don't know all of them TOO well... Katherine and Michael and I don't know where Cain is and maybe Charisma and you know, whoever. I'm getting rather bored just baking things on the menu at the Grind, you see, but mum doesn't take kindly to me mucking around in her kitchen. "Xell Jeremy Metaiu!" she shrieks, "you are brilliant at baking but PERFECTLY HORRIBLE AT CLEANING UP!" One more reason to move out. My own kitchen! I can dream!

Honestly I will be 19 this summer. It's about time.
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Jan. 24th, 2005 @ 01:51 am (no subject)
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
I'm rather ENJOYING having a very boring 9 to 5 sort of life thankyouverymuch, so I don't APPRECIATE being swooped down on by some crazed bloodsucking monster on my way home from closing the Grind. I just turned around there was this woman staggering down the street, and I went to make sure she was all right and she was that crazy Erika van something vampire woman who's been ripping throats out left and right or whatever the hell she gets up to. She was PETTING ME and then she tore a chunk out of my wrist and BIT OFF MY FINGER. No I didn't need that left pinky finger THANK YOU. At least there's always prosthetics, but honestly, what the hell!? Where the fuck did that come from? My mother is an absolute psycho as well, she showed up at the hospital and went off at me over being irresponsible. I have to work, and if I'm told to close I have to close. It's not MY fault I failed my Apparition exam. I HAVE been working on it! But not doing it at all is better than being Splinched!

If the world was the right sort of place we wouldn't need to freak out and feel we had to Apparate everywhere rather than walking. I mean honestly.

I'm grudgingly grateful to Mr. Nosfertum and his strange friend for showing up when they did. The man is still an insufferable asshole but he is good at what he does. I could have sworn I saw his accomplice scale a wall when they were through but that could have been the blood loss talking. Seeing. Whatever.

All I know is I despise garlic but I will be stocking up on it and I will be investing in a cross. Shouldn't be in the hospital long. Maybe I ought to put an end to this purple hair business as it ATTRACTS VAMPIRES!!
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Dec. 28th, 2004 @ 04:17 pm (no subject)
You scored as True Neutral. A True Neutral person has two faces- either these people are merely apathetic, preferring to focus their minds on more important things, or these people truly believe in a balance of all things. To these people, there can be no light without some darkness. These people also have no dedication to, or intrinsic distrust of, laws.

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Chaotic Good

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Dec. 1st, 2004 @ 04:27 am (no subject)
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What luck! I've landed full-time work at Escape the Grind in Diagon Alley. I've avoided the place like the plague since the summer after my second year, but I thought, well, why? It's not like there's games like that one lying around in the street for children to pick up and bring the place crashing down. Nevermind that it comes crashing down at least once a year. My nerves.

I've exchanged a few owls with Landen and now have his apartment number. Sent some treats as well. I intend to drop in to teach him a few things in the kitchen. Fool couldn't cook his way out of a paper bag. Why would one cook in a paper bag in the first place is the real question. Who knows? But that's where he'd be doing it. Xell to the rescue, in any case. He did recommend I look into Fair Lee Flats when I go to move out of my parents' place. Perhaps I will. The ideal situation is that I find myself a flatmate or two, but I really can't think of anyone worth sharing with. I wonder what Cain's up to these days?

14 July 1975
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Nov. 23rd, 2004 @ 02:42 am (no subject)
Current Mood: accomplished
Wow! I can't believe the year is over... school is over... Hogwarts is over. What a strange feeling. It's a good feeling but it's also kind of sad. I've spent seven years at that institution and now tomorrow I get on the train for the last time.

I expect I did excellently on all of my NEWTs. Thank goodness. After I got to drop all those silly wand-waving classes after my terrible OWLs school became a cakewalk. Actually I won an award for my baking at the feast. Apparently there are one hundred galleons inside the trophy but it's going to be quite a puzzle to remove them, as it's shaped like a croquembouche and they are placed inside the spheres. I don't want to totally dismantle the thing either. It's quite the impressive trophy. And although we came in a dismal third in the Quidditch Cup, we won the House Cup by five points! All right Slytherin!! I didn't really think we had any hope going in to the year, given the way some imbeciles in our house behaved last year. I guess they all bit all their limbs off and died so as not to trouble us anymore.

Anyways... now I'm officially Hogwarts alumni and I have no idea what to do with myself. I will have NEWTs in Hearth and Home, Astronomy, Potions, and Ancient Runes. Do those fit together into some sort of job? I didn't think so. I'm not even able to move out yet. For now I'm staying in the house in Muggle London with mum (and dad when he's actually at home). I wish I'd set up some sort of flatmate arrangement. I'm going to take a day or two to relax and then I need to start pounding the streets for a job. Any job! Something to do in the meantime while I decide what I'm going to do with the rest of my life! I suppose working at the Leaky Cauldron or Florean Fortescue's wouldn't be so bad to pass the time. Wouldn't it be nice to have my own little cafe one day? That'll need some real saving up, not to mention perfection of my talents.

Ah well. To bed! Everything's packed save for a set of clothes for tomorrow and this journal. Onwards and upwards!
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Nov. 11th, 2004 @ 03:28 am (no subject)
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Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 12:40 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: determined
First game of the season was last night, against Hufflepuff. We lost, much to my complete and utter disgust. If they hadn't knocked our goddamn Seeker off his broom when they did, the match would have been ours. As it was, the game went on just as long again while we tried to throw /their/ Seeker out of the game and force some sort of sudden death Quaffle war.

It's very un-Slytherin of me to say "Although we lost, we did our best," but well... we did. I mean fuck, what other team in the school has played half a game Seekerless? Thumblewood was saying it's the longest (and bloodiest) game he's seen at Hogwarts in ages.

The hell ever, though. "We did our best" doesn't alleviate the fact that we LOST against HUFFLEPUFF. We're going to have to pound Gryffindor and Ravenclaw into fine red and blue dust and cross our fingers that Hufflepuff loses a match and scores fewer points than we do. I'm definitely not going out on my seventh year without taking the Quidditch Cup.

Bollocks on the House Cup - there's too many imbeciles in lower years who lose points about as fast as we can gain them. Quidditch is ours though.

And if Cow-tonne deKere breathes a fucking word to me, I might punch her in the mouth.

29 November 1974
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Jul. 15th, 2004 @ 03:53 am (no subject)
Current Mood: tiredtired
We-ell, it's going to be a busy year, but I think I shall rather enjoy it. I only have four subjects to deal with for NEWTs - potions, astronomy, ancient runes, and my personal favourite, hearth and home. I've done so well in hearth and home, in fact, that I decided to submit an application to be a teacher's assistant in the class back at the end of August. It was a rather splendid seventeenth birthday present to receive both my Hogwarts letter and an acceptance to the position.

I was also voted in Quidditch captain again, and Landen (who is Head Boy! good for him!) was voted vice-captain. We'll win the Quidditch cup again of course. Tryouts were today and we had a ridiculous turnout. There are actually seven alternates that almost match up with our main roster! (We have two reserve Seekers instead of one Seeker and three Chasers.) Not only is our team set this year - we've even phased out our old Keeper and one Chaser, who never turned up for practices - but we've solved the whole 'five of us graduate this year' problem. Now the team should be set for next year as well, provided nothing unforeseen happens. It's a nice feeling to know I'm providing for next year's captain as well, instead of leaving a mess in my wake as I depart.

Our new Chaser, Adam, is a touch attitudal though. Rather cocky. I'll be searching for an opportunity to put him in his place. And the new Keeper was there at the dunk tank during Quidditch week; it's pretty hard to forget that I was the one screaming like a girl every time I was knocked into the water. LOOK, it's not my fault I can't swim and don't like much more water at once than can fit in a very shallow bathtub. Eesh. I make better muffins than he does though, I'm sure.

5 October 1974
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