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[27 Sep 2010|05:39pm] |
OOC: Written with a dicto-quill
I must admit, Saturday was not as enjoyable as expected. I'm still in St Mungo's with a head injury, a broken arm, and extensive lacerations on my body from being plowed into by a player at the match. I think it was highly irresponsible for the seats to not have been warded to protect spectators and players alike.
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[22 Sep 2010|04:44pm] |
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I understand there is a need for charity games, but really, did no one think of the potential for serious injury to players whose skills are the livelihood of not just the team, but everyone else who works for a quidditch club? I certainly hope the right precautions are in order to maintain that the players don't suffer needless injuries.
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[13 Sep 2010|01:31pm] |
I feel like I have been living on the quidditch pitch this past week. With tryouts and finalizing the roster for the season, it's been all Parkinson family members on deck with my father being indisposed for the time being. There is also been a bit of upkeep to supervise. Mother says it's unbecoming of a lady to work, but she also thinks if she can throw enough dinner parties this "unpleasantness" will be forgotten.
[Self]
I shouldn't miss school, but I do. At least with school we had a sense of purpose. There was always another exam, another parchment, or something to work on. I feel like my life is stuck in some sort of bizarre pattern, and I have no real end game in mind. I'm in another funk, but what should anyone expect?
I wish Mum and Dad had listened and sent Posy abroad for school. I hate to think what she's suffering through at Hogwarts.
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[07 Sep 2010|05:19pm] |
I want you drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love love love
I want your love
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad ( romance )
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