| 004, bloody hell |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|01:22 pm] |
Oh for the love of...
As the Prophet already said, yes I can account for where Severus was last night.
If this is starting all over again, someone just put me out of my misery now
In other news, the beginnings of the writing is going well. Right now it's nothing but rough sketches, but it's better than nothing, right?
( Hexed Private to Severus ) |
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| 003, A Greeting Card Holiday |
[Feb. 14th, 2008|10:13 am] |
But it is still a holiday nonetheless. The cynical side of me says that it's simply another day and if you cannot tell a loved one that you love them every day but must wait to shower them with gifts, then you should question how much you love them.
The romantic in me loves Valentine's day. Because... come on. It's an excuse to do all the shmaltzy stuff you don't normally do.
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| 002, New Beginnings |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|11:12 pm] |
After what happened the last time I had a journal I was half tempted to live the rest of my life without ever writing in one again. But... that's rather foolish as well as I do need it to have some form of communication. So, a brand new journal and while it may be February, I can at least say: a new journal for a new year.
Life is life... and things have mostly returned to their normal dull roar. For the most part.
One thing is for certain -- I cannot continue to live like this. Living with Severus is not the problem -- far from it. I know that I'm going to need some sort of employment sooner rather than later. The only question... is where. |
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| 001. |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|04:05 pm] |
It's impossible that only two years have passed. There are days that seem like his death was only yesterday; others when it feels more than a lifetime away. I keep expecting word to come -- that it's all been a lie. The war, the deaths, those we've lost -- they'll all reappear somehow and the world will be once more as it should be. Still, though, the days that pass still seem to serve as a reminder for what we've lost.
What I've lost.
I don't want to dwell on the past, but there are times when I truly cannot help it. I can't help but wonder how different all our lives would have been if the hand of fate had not been so cruel. If Sirius would have told us all that he changed from being the Secret Keeper.
Hell, how different it would have been if we would have trusted each other so many years ago.
Or maybe, none of it would have made a difference. Perhaps this is what the fates had laid out for us thousands of years before we were ever a thought.
This was my lot in life and nothing I could have done would have changed anything. |
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