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I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
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Posted on the 30th of March 30th, 2010
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Warded to Tiberius
Hi. Can you come? Before Gwen gets here?

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Posted on the 29th of March 29th, 2010
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Warded to Darren
Hey Darring Do. I can see you right now, but you're not waking up. This is really weird, but I don't have anyone else I can say this to. If I tell Gwen, she'll give me one of her Gryffindor Captain intense pep talks. If I tell Tibby, he'll Head Boy me. And I'll break his heart. I might break it anyway, so I can't do that. Besides, I guess there's a part of me that needs to say this to you, because it means you'll wake up to read it.

I'm hurt bad, Darren, and I might get better, but I don't think I am, and the world hasn't even stopped, not for a second. The team hasn't even visited, and Angus is off scheduling practises--he just screamed at me under wards about being selfish, and he wrote me something just now, but I flipped past it so fast in my journal, I think I got a papercut. So everybody's moved on, but I'm lying here. They're going to try something today to fix me, and it's going to hurt like no other, lucky me, but I don't know if it's going to work. I'm so scared, Darren, and I'm not scared of it going wrong and not, you know, making it, I'm just scared of what happens if it goes wrong. If I can get injured like this, and the world goes on, it's like, if this fails, I get moved to a whole other planet. They'll send me to St Mungo's, I'll go home to Tad, he'll let me be the bookkeeper because you can do that from behind a desk, and I'll grow old, forgotten and dull. I'll be on one of Jupiter's moons. The cold, icy one. The team'll move on. Angel'll move on. Gwen'll see me on holidays, but she'll move on. You'll move on, and I'll want you to, you have to become good and famous and you won't have time to whinge with your invalid friend from magic grammar school. Darren, I'd rather die than let this happen. If something goes wrong? And there's a moment where somebody has to make a choice? Just tell them I'd want them to let me go.

I have a lot more to say, but they've got to run a few tests or something, and honestly, DictaQuills don't allow for much privacy, you know? I'd write with my quill, but the only angle i have to write is by putting the journal on my chest where I can't see it, and it's just a bloody mess. Really, it looks like I composed the world's most brilliant inksplot. So. That's that. See you on the other side, I suppose.


Wake up, Darren. Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up

Glynnis has willpower. [
Posted on the 25th of March 25th, 2010
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Warded to Gwen
So Tibby and I are having a date tomorrow night that will not involve a single snog.

I thought I would give you a full day to get the 'How is this possible!'s out of your system.

Glynnis has many happy returns. [
Posted on the 22nd of March 22nd, 2010
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Warded to Hufflepuff excluding Darren and Aoife
It's Darren and Aoife's birthdays today, and the house elves worked their magic to make a very very small butterscotch sugarless cake that blows the Prudence Penny recipe out of the water, I'm sure, and best of all--it's in the shape of a shamrock! I thought we could all pile into the common room and give them a sing over the candles after supper?

Glynnis has a proposition. [
Posted on the 22nd of March 22nd, 2010
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Warded to Tiberius
Are you feeling less tired, angel?

Glynnis is honest. [
Posted on the 20th of March 20th, 2010
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Warded Private
Between Tad going off to war for Wales Britain, and how much the magical war is weighing on Tibby anymore...

I just don't give a switch about Ireland and Cuba. I just don't.

Glynnis isn't a fan of the war. Either of them. [
Posted on the 18th of March 18th, 2010
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Warded to Sixth and Seventh Year Hufflepuffs, Seventh Year Gryffindor, Tiberius
You know how I've said that my tad has such good hearing? Because his eyes were damaged from the mustard gas back when he fought in the Great War and all, his hearing is bloody incredible? Why I could never sneak out after curf Yeah, so Tad's failed the eye exam for conscription each time, obviously, but during this last one just a few days back, well, they asked him to join a Survey Regiment and do sound ranging. He said it's where you try to determine the location of the enemy's weapons based on sound--it's pretty bloody brilliant, actually, how you figure that all out, and he'd get a smart higher rank then he had when he left the service in 1920, and I know that he's been wanting to do more than just be a volunteer fire fighter in Cardiff and in his letter, he seemed so chuffed at being asked, but...

I just don't want Tad to go. Does that make me awful? He'd be so brave and brilliant, he's Tada, of course he would be, but--I just don't want him to go. And I d




Oh, and Tibby and I are going together again. I didn't want you to think that I suddenly developed a great love for the library. Just for him.

Glynnis has some news. [
Posted on the 16th of March 16th, 2010
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Warded to Brutus
Sugar? I have something to tell you.

Glynnis is a good mother. [
Posted on the 6th of March 6th, 2010
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Warded to Gwen
I'm going to be late getting to the infirmary, Jessica's bawling pretty badly with her teething and all. Though I doubt I'm going to take her on a little walk around the lake, but then I'll shake a tail feather and get on up there.

Glynnis lays down the law. [
Posted on the 3rd of March 3rd, 2010
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Okay, so, Gwen's awake, right? But she's not: they're not using Renervate on her, she has to get herself steady all on her own, and it's going to take a bit of time for her to get fully on all gears, and she still needs a lot of rest. This isn't the time to bum rush the infirmary and shower her with visits. If she's asleep or not really up to visitors, I'm sorry, but I'm shooing you away. Really. I'm going to be here the whole time, and I'm not afraid to be the bad guy, so yeah. I get that everybody loves Gwen, but the best way to show Gwen that you love her is to let her get well the way the healers say she needs to, by taking it really easy and resting.

Glynnis has priorities. [
Posted on the 3rd of March 3rd, 2010
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Warded to Hufflepuff Quidditch
So.

As long as Gwen is in the hospital wing, I can't practise. I won't fly if she can Other than class and a bit of time to do my homework, it's important for me to stay here. My family's more important.

Sorry.

Glynnis looks for clarity. [
Posted on the 2nd of March 2nd, 2010
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Warded to Tiberius
Well, Jessica surprised me: usually, she stays whisper quiet during infirmary time, but she's screaming her head off so we've left for a while. She's sleeping again, but I'm wondering if she's teething right now. Poor little sweetheart! If she's still this fussy, I don't know if I could leave her with her sitter to come have library time, I'll let you know after dinner. At least she looks smashing in her new jumper!

So...speaking of time that you and I spend together...

Angel, are we going to start telling people that we're dating? I haven't told anybody yet. Everybody was so wrapped up in Quidditch and now in the bombing and overall in the egg project that I don't think anyone's really noticed when we get a little too--close? But they'll notice soon enough. Last time, we were discrete and all, but--are we doing that again? Because I had boys asking me to Hogsmeade before it was canceled, and I had to lie about being busy to wriggle out, not say that I have a cariad. And I'm telling people that you're on me about my marks, which is why I'm at the bloody library with you all the bloody time anymore, but...but...

031! [
Posted on the 18th of February 18th, 2010
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Warded Private
The play's tonight. I know I haven't been talking about it much, but--well, it's tonight. I did it because I like performing and I love to dance, but I didn't really care? Not until Professor Beery was so kind to me after The Shite that happened with Moody. I didn't really care all that much, but I'd like to do good by him tonight. I've been singing the songs as I fly, and it's been almost soothing: the theatrical is no pressure, and while I kind of like the Quidditch pressure, it's nice to just have a lark like this.

Because Quidditch isn't a lark. Bollocks, I am so angry at the Gryffindors, and I can't make that stop--it never stops.   ( cut for length )

I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. And on Saturday, they'll all know that they can hurt me, but I'll be rogered but good if I let anyone keep me down.

030! [
Posted on the 16th of February 16th, 2010
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Warded to Hufflepuff Quidditch
My ankle's going to be beyond fine, just roughed it up a touch. Don't worry, I'll head on out to the pitch again tomorrow and give it another go. I think if the weather is bad like that, I'm going to need the beaters to help out a bit on dealing with Scotty.

There is something else I wanted to ask--are you guys feeling weird about how we're neglecting our egg children this week? I mean, Quidditch is most important, but I've got the theatrical, too, so Tony D is going to have to watch Jessica so much this week, and I don't want her to feel like I've abandoned her. I would never do that to my baby, and I feel like either I have to sacrifice Quidditch or her because I didn't get enough time from the professors to plan for this, to be fair to her. She needs her mother, you know?

It makes me think of my own mother. And I don't feel sympathetic because I'm understanding how hard it was for Nan to put her all into her career as well as take care of me--no. Because if you made me choose between my baby and flying? Like I give a sodding sack, of course I'd pick my daughter. This is only an egg, I know, but I look at her and talk about all of the things I'll do to be a good 'mother' to her, and it makes me think about being a good mother to my real children, and...I would never leave my baby behind, and I know this as well as I know my own bloody name. I guess it just hit me that my nan must not have loved me, huh.

I'm working on this list of reasons why we have to win, everything that I'm flying for. I have another now: to win and feel on top of the world, and then get my little daughter-egg back from Tony so she knows that the joy I feel from winning something that means the world to me doesn't compare to how excited I am to see her again. Quidditch means the world, but my daughter, she'll be my world.

Sod. Sorry, lovelies, they just set my ankle, and I knocked over my inkpot! Little notice, Healer?

029! [
Posted on the 15th of February 15th, 2010
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Warded to Aoife
Hey, babydoll! I was thinking about doing some endurance exercises in the Common Room tomorrow, and I thought we could use it as an excuse for a little girlie time. As much as I love the boys, they don't find it very fun to discuss who got which Valentines or how best to do your hair for Kissing Friday.

They really need to adjust their priorities, I think.

Anyway, sound like fun? We could do it after the team run?



I didn't mean for that to rhyme.

027! [
Posted on the 12th of February 12th, 2010
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Warded to Hufflepuff Quidditch
I scrimmaged with Scotty tonight--it went fine. I didn't use a single trick, other than the basics. I have a lot of stuff to work on, and keep working on all of the tricks that Gwen doesn't know about. Bugger all.



Then I came back to the castle and found that I've been given a 1942 Cleansweep.

So.

How was your night?

026! [
Posted on the 12th of February 12th, 2010
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TIBERIUS HILDRED OGDEN!

025! [
Posted on the 11th of February 11th, 2010
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Warded to Brutus, Rufus, Rosemary, Florean, and Darren
You absolute dolls! Thank you for the swell Valentines, my loves, I am so over the moon for them all! I can't thank you lot enough for the lovely thoughts, and I'm always yours, most truly.

xxx ooo

024! [
Posted on the 10th of February 10th, 2010
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Warded to Scotty
Fancy a little go-round on the pitch, love? This Friday?

023! [
Posted on the 10th of February 10th, 2010
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Warded to Angus
Okay, sugar, I have two questions for you.

I got the sickles to do the Apparating classes--Tad pays me less than the other girls at the hall, but I make up for that and more in tips. Here's the thing: I've been saving up since I was fourteen for a new broom, and I'm still about five sickles away, but Tad said he'd make up the difference. If I do the class, then I'm back nine sickles, and I can't ask Tad to pony up way more than a hundred pounds since he's clearly been saving for this, too.

But! If I leave school and go pro this summer, I'm sure I can save up the money for classes in a snap, and I can take them in the off season, right? So question number one is, Is it really going to be the end of the world if I wait a year? I mean, Gwen's doing it now, you're doing it now...it's not a big deal, I think. Right?

Second question--and don't blow your stack, Captain, just hear me out:

I want to ask Scotty to do a little scrimmage with me.

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