| 006; 31 July 1980 |
[Friday
July 31st, at 6:13pm] |
I ate some pie and now I've got no hair. What's the point of werewolf if he ain't got any hair? Don't think I'll be looking very fearsome if this lasts much longer, which I guess isn't a bad thing unless we have to arrest some one who could use a little intimidation, except it kind of makes being a werewolf worse than it already is if you don't have hair. Kind of cold at night, too. At least on my head. My brother thinks it's God punishing me again, but I think it's just the rottenest of luck.
I also heard about Mr Lestrange and that's a real, real shame. He was always real charitable to me and a nice sort of gentleman. He had big arms and things.
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| 005; 01 June 1980 |
[Monday
June 1st, at 8:44pm] |
[Wards cast by Fenrir.]
[WARDED PRIVATE TO THE DARK ARMY.]Mr Lestrange and I had our date yesterday and just so the lot of you know, I believe it went swimmingly. I could get used to hanging around with wizards if they side-along me everywhere. It's good for breaking down personal boundaries and whatnot. Anyway, the bloke's tall, so there wasn't a lot of meaningful staring into each others' eyes or anything, but I had a very nice view of his chest. He was talking a lot, but he's got a pretty sexy voice, so I can't complain that much except I'd have rather been doing OTHER things, etc. etc. He gave me a few books from his library thing. Maybe those are like his idea of flowers, right? Men communicate differently and all.
Anyway, since it's the most action I've seen in months (I've already been read the riot act and a dozen verses by my brother), I am pleased as punch.
[END WARDS.]
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| 004; 28 May 1980 |
[Thursday
May 28th, at 2:28pm] |
Wards cast by Fenrir.
[WARDED PRIVATE TO DEATH EATERS AND SUPPORTERS.]Mr Lestrange, it has come to my attention that werewolves will soon be allowed to show their faces in public after we're rehabilitated and all. Tabitha said that we need DMLE escorts, but I was thinking that you might provide my supervision yourself, since I am sure that an exception could be made for you. I think that, in spite of our most obvious differences, we likely have very much in common. And, naturally, the DMLE people are far less interesting. Please let me know if this is agreeable to you. I would be most honoured to make your deliberate acquaintance one of these days.
Also, I am missing an arm. My brother believes it is God's punishment for certain things, but I think it's just poor luck. Do you know anything about re-attaching them? I don't think it'd be hard to find one about the same length and size if that were a possibility. But I was sure that you would know whether or not such a thing is possible.
[END WARDS.]
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| 003; 12 May 1980 |
[Tuesday
May 12th, at 7:10am] |
MISSING: ONE MALE ARM.
Description: White male arm. Somewhat hairy. Approximately 53cm long. Dirty fingernails. If found, please contact ME. We will discuss a reward once it is in my possession. And to that miserable girl who took it: You are a horrible, rotten bloody bitch and I trust that you will receive your just reward one of these days.
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| 002; 11 April 1980 |
[Saturday
April 11th, at 12:48pm] |
My brother already discussed Good Friday, but since tomorrow is Easter Sunday, I thought I might expand upon what he has already written. What he said is true, even though I do not think fasting is as important anymore. I also disagree with my brother's disdain for the Easter Bunny. I am my own Easter Bunny in practice, which means that I cannot enjoy both the giving AND receiving of gifts at once. I think the arrangement works out perfectly.
Maybe I will find myself a lamb and some hot cross buns to make the day special. If not, there is always next year. Celebrating the same holiday so many years in a row is not nearly as exciting after a while, unless it is Christmas or my birthday. At times like these, I feel it is necessary to find my brother and prod him to exercise his religious fervor to remind me why, precisely, it is so important to celebrate Easter. Aside from gifting myself chocolate eggs and the like, of course.
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| 001; 29 January 1980 |
[Thursday
January 29th, at 12:35am] |
I am in desperate need of a toothpick. I could fashion one out of a twig but that would take time. I guess that's one of the more detrimental aspects of eating raw food - that and that cooked food is more tender (at least when it's cooked correctly). I'm not much good at cooking anyway and I lack an oven or proper cookware to do so either way. It is fortunate for my stomach that I am not a picky eater, though teaching myself to cook would be a good way to pass the time.
On that note, I've been finding myself more and more restless lately. I cannot occupy myself as well as my brother can and solitaire just isn't as entertaining when you can't seem to win and you've tried several dozen times in a row. I suppose the full is good for breaking this sort of monotony, if nothing else. I'm not much of a reader under normal circumstances but severe boredom feels like an extenuating one to me. I will take suggestions, but preferably something I could steal ascertain at a library or otherwise borrow. My need is great.
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