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    Friday, May 29th, 2009
    4:14 pm
    The school year's almost over. Funny, though. I'm not as excited about as I should be.

    [Private to Leanne]

    Well?

    [Private to Zach]

    You've been quiet. Too quiet Back in good graces yet? Carrow's not working you too hard, I hope.
    Saturday, April 11th, 2009
    11:44 pm
    I have given up my quest for a monkey and decided that I will get a naked mole rat
    Friday, April 3rd, 2009
    1:26 am
    Saturday, March 21st, 2009
    11:56 pm
    It's been forever since I've done one of these. Or at least it feels like it. Maybe it's because of the weird silence of the Order Word and definition of the day: Te-mer-i-ty, n, Unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger; rashness.

    Helga, knows that I'm not the only one relieved by the lack of temerity by Certain Idiotic and Not Worth Naming People this last few months. I don't really care if they all want to get themselves killed I just wish they'd find a way that didn't involve innocent people or it being all over the journals like some nightmarish toddler painting. I mean, if I can control the temerity to criticize Snape to the point I almost can't think of any original insults anymore but ... I can't believe I'm actually saying this but quiet is a novel feeling that I could truly make into a habit.

    That said, cousin of mine, drinks? You being quiet, is ... just even weirder than the Order and I doubt as nice

    Lea, darling! Lunch was fabulous, as usual.

    [Private to Susan, Wayne, Ernie, Hannah]

    Are you You haven't done anything stupid have you, M Zachy hasn't Dead yet

    I need a new quill. That said ... well, that's all I have to say.

    That and, sound off if you're still alive.

    Note: She originally had the wards to include Megan but changed them at the very last minute. Make of that what you will.

    [/End]

    [Private to Leanne]

    How're you holding up?

    [/End]
    Thursday, February 19th, 2009
    11:22 pm
    [Private to Leanne]

    See? I can be good. Haven't spoken to the Weasel, let alone threathened him once. You did get him right, because if you haven't than that would have ruined all the good efforts.

    How are my favorite whippersnappers?

    How are you?

    [/Private]
    Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
    1:44 am
    [Private to Mrs. Bellatrix Lestrange]

    I thought that it would be best to inform you that the Headmaster went out on Sunday and hasn't returned.
    Saturday, January 31st, 2009
    2:00 am
    I have to say that somebody has been quite too frequent with the happy potions. I love my cousin, and it isn't because it'd be totally gross to think so, but I think calling Zach 'a catch' is a BIT much.
    Wednesday, December 31st, 2008
    1:54 am
    Has it really been since November since I wrote something? Wow, that must be what being mature and having responsiblities must be like.

    So, anyway, to make up for it, I'm having two words of the day. Why, you may ask? You know you're asking it. Why numero uno is because, I said that I would add one of the words, earlier in the month and now here it is. Better late than never. Why numero dos is because today has been a really great day. It all stems from the fact that I really need to take a holiday in Mexico more often. I'd forgotten how great this place is. And the men.

    Word of earlier this month: sanc-ti-mo-nious, adjective: Making a show of being morally better than others

    Word of the day: guapisimo, adjective: drop-dead gorgeous, very hot, sexy as hell, etc.

    Oscar Reyes has to be the most guapisimo male I have ever laid eyes on. Thank Merlin I listened to my grammy and came to Mexico for winter hols. The hot sun and hotter Latin males have done wonders in taking my mind of the sanctimonious prattle of certain terrorists who shall not be named.
    Saturday, November 29th, 2008
    4:29 pm
    Wednesday, November 26th, 2008
    11:04 pm
    Thursday, November 20th, 2008
    11:11 pm


    I think I'm going to get a pet. A monkey.

    Oh, and word of the day: Resplendent. Definition: Get thee to a dictionary.

    The collective resplendency of the fine upstanding leaders of the ministry never ceases to leave me in awe. Mme. Umbridge included.
    Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
    9:41 pm
    Word and Definition of the day: Con-viv-i-al, adjective: 1) friendly; agreeable. 2) fond of feasting, drinking, and merry company; jovial 3) of or befitting a feast; festive.

    Apparently my definitions and long-winded entries have a fan base. A short and hairy stumpy Order member and a cousin I promised not to insult for a month, so for now he is neither short nor stumpy nor stupid. Sorry. I just couldn't bring myself to compliment him

    Anyways ...

    We're finishing up Celtic Runes and are going to be moving onto Gaelic. To get the children in the mood, we talking about the mythologies surrounding Gaelic faeries. One of my students spoke of using Runes for something other than Curse Breaking. He has a strong interest in research and is such a little nerdy pillock I always found both mythology and the lore both wizard and muggle around the beings to be fascinating. And they're awfully pretty don't you think? It'd be pain to have wings sprouting on your back-no matter how nifty it would look and think of the speed-because I can't imagine how one would wash them.

    I've never personally met a faerie some of them look like doxies and that's just a world of no but for the most part they are said to be such convivial creatures. Stories have hem as mischievous and many people think of them as playful. Yet, it is forgotten, at least in boring mythology land what proud creatures they are. Nothing wrong with pride I don't think, unless it gets in the way. Mythology states that it does for Gaelic faeries. They seemingly have everything. Moreover, they know that they have and can get everything. Yet, often times they seem to be stuck in a rut. One of the students pointed it out that it is because they lack creativity. Which actually quite a simple way of putting it but is no less correct. They seem to be more incapable of it than unwilling. It is hard to decide whether or not if that is something to pity or understand. You might not think it necessary but to make a proper translation you have to try to understand what the author is attempting to convey. One thing could mean a million. With the fact that they constantly steal from humanity-creatures which in mythologically speaking they view as inferior-in gestures that may seem to be petty boredom. But I think just might be jealousy. After all humanity has creations.

    Then it is sympathetic. To a point.
    Friday, October 24th, 2008
    8:50 pm
    Word and Definition of the Day: ame·lio·rate verb, to make better or more tolerable.


    Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
    12:23 am
    Word of the Day: straits, noun - a bad or difficult situation or state of affairs

    While the rest of the world was romancing the weekend away, I spent my weekend in absolute dire straits. I searched high and low, and nothing I could find. I went over the bridge and through the woods. Looked behind the third star on the way to Neverland that place that stars lead. I searched and I searched and I almost perished!

    Yes, you read right (although, the proper word is 'correctly', there is something that has to be said for alliteration) my fellow journalists. You would have done without me today and the rest of your dear, misbegotten lives, just because I could not find what I-your most noble Ancient Runes professor-had set out to find. A lone, and single doughnut.

    Do you know how bloody hard it is to find one in all of Scotland? No? Very hard. There. Now you know. Since I've been forbidden dissuaded from making requests with the houselves since they nearly went up in arms the last time are quite preoccupied, I had to spend my entire weekend searching and searching instead of reading my new book. And staring without shame at the new help at the Three Broomsticks. Have you seen his deltoids? Flex, Mitchell, flex!

    Anyway. As I was saying. No doughnuts. In Scotland. ANYwhere. Had to go all the way to Diagon Alley. Go figure.
    Thursday, September 18th, 2008
    11:48 pm
    Saturday, September 13th, 2008
    12:56 am
    Word and Definition of the day: pug-na-cious adjective. Disposed to fight; given to fighting; quarrelsome

    I was grading homework [as I a most esteemed and horribly single professor at Hogwarts, is wont to do], and I realized that a student confused fehu and laguz [we're working on Celtic Runes] which really don't make any sense since they don't look at all alike written out and mean two completely and different things. The former is the rune for wealth and the latter the water rune. But, teenagers? Who knows how their minds work? I seem to have lost the sense of it the moment I hit twenty.

    This brings me to my point-oh, yes I do have those things sometimes, you should listen to them; especially if you're name is Zachrias Atrocious Middle Name Smith-about teenagers and water. Zach, you're twenty-two. No longer a teenager. I would hope that would mean that you've acquired an affinity for bathing since you were, I don't know ... fifteen? What was that story that your grandmother used to tell me? How she had to have someone run and tackle you and then how she had to pind you and then hex your mouth shut cause you'd scream, 'Jiggly Belly don't wanna bathe!' and drag you to your bath!

    Wait, that was when you were three. You changed it from Jiggly Belly to Zach when you were twelve didn't you? I don't remember.

    Anywho, remember to wear a dress robe that fits this time. Flowy robes only work on Snape. On everyone else it just makes them look like a dying thing with lots of fabric.

    And, it shouldn't be that hard for you to remember to pick me up, Slick, or remember my name. Since we're related. But in case you forget, my name's Helena. We're related through our grandfathers, and I don't believe in healthy food. That incident in your fourth year when you couldn't remember the name of your date to the Yule Ball, 'Cindy, Mindy, Sally, Stephanie, Bethany, Beth- .. Charolette, Carole, Eugenia-EUGENIA? Really Zach-' and she threw punch in your face. That can happen if you bring me anything less than vodka. Just because I'm your cousin doesn't mean I won't be a demanding date Consider this me filling my incestous pure-blood moment

    And most of all please remember that though I'm only your cousin you are leaving with me. Don't think I'll abide you picking up some trollop half-way during the evening so she can drool on me while trying to drunkenly sing Warbeck's duo with that French bloke. Neither will I abide you leaving with her while I'm your date. ... I don't think I could take the PAIN!!!!!!!!!!


    Private to Zachy-Poo

    And this is what happens when you ignore your favorite cousin and/or say I wouldn't go to the ball with you if Bella forced me you crazy bint. Very loudly through a floo. Never, ever, ever do that again because I always win the war love. You should remember how pugnacious your cousin is.
    Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
    1:00 am
    Word and definition of the day: di-a-crit-i-cal (adjective): Distinguished, distinctive.

    So, I finished my other journal while I was on vacation. It was a crisis. DIRE. Let me tell you. Thoughts were forming in my head everywhere and I had no way of writing them down. Do I write them on the napkin? No. The napkin gets thrown away. Do I write them on my skin? There’s a problem with bathing and ever since I was seven I promised I’d never go to the land of green skin. No longer for me. Then it hit me. I shall talk! I shall talk my thoughts. Except you know, there is that small problem that I have a lot of talks thoughts and not a lot of memory. And who in the middle of Central America could I talk my thoughts to that could actually remember them for when I wanted to write them again? My grandmother she says she’s getting on in the memory. But I think that’s just her excuse to ignore me. And Eduardo didn’t (still doesn't of you think about it) understand English!

    Speaking of Eduardo. I miss Mexico. I miss the men with the bodies of geek GODS and the itsy-bitsy pieces of clothing going, “Quieres un drink Miss Runcorn?” And I’d go, why yes I WOULD. And we would have mad hot and passionate sex. If you see me walking bow-legged you know why. My imagination takes on physical manifestations.

    This is why I missed having a journal. Where else would I relive pornographic encounters that happened only in my head? No, don’t get me wrong. There were lots of half-naked men that pranced around in Mexico. And I managed to get said men floo numbers. But did sexual excursions occur? No. Kind of hard when you’re working hard. All work and no fun, for Helena. Except in her head. And, ooo, let me tell you is it hot in here!

    Speaking of fun. Apparently there is this event-thingy. Ha. And I have no date. Zachy! You’re taking me. Merlin knows, that you don’t have one either. Don’t pretend that you do, you are so taking me. Don’t make me pull out the big wands either!

    I suppose that the diacritical mark of a woman who is desperate, is when she sinks as low as to ask her a cousin to an event. However, I don’t think I care … Nope, not caring.
    Saturday, August 30th, 2008
    11:17 am
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