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[09 Oct 2009|02:45pm] |
Friends
James and I are throwing a Halloween party. You are all invited.
...Except maybe not you, Carlin, and whoever sent you that picture.
James
I AM LOOKING AT YOU.
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[27 Sep 2009|11:06pm] |
Harry is gigantic.
As in he may turn into an elephant soon.
Also, once upon a time, James almost learned how to aim a camera.
( Belated bandwagons. )
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[18 Sep 2009|12:53pm] |
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I don't like packing up this house. I really didn't expect to care very much about moving...in fact I often talked about wanting to move. I just didn't realize how much of a pain it would be. I've started putting things into boxes and stacking them in the hallway. It's weird to box up your life. Besides, a lot of things have happened in this house during the short while we've been here. James spent so much time on that nursery. Suppose someone comes in here and paints it an awful olive colour? I bet they'll fix that fourth creaky stair. I liked it...hearing when someone was coming up or down the stairs. I'm going to arrange Harry's nursery in the new house exactly as his current one. I don't know if changing his surroundings would upset him or not, but maybe identical rooms will make the transition easier. I don't even know if babies notice. Maybe it's more for me than for him. I haven't told anyone we're moving. Not Alice. Not my mum. I don't even know if James has told Sirius, but I think probably not. He will, of course. I just worry. That thing with Neville...I can't imagine. And then the prophecy...someone must have ratted out Alice and Frank or that was a massive coincidence at Mungo's. It's gotten to the point where I almost don't want to go anywhere at all, and I never thought I'd turn into such a big baby.
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Awful weather we're having. It's times like these when I miss Hogwarts most. I bet Dumbledore's got the ceiling of the Great Hall nice and sunny for the students. I'd like to teach at Hogwarts one day, I think. Maybe Charms or Potions, even. I don't know that I have the patience, but maybe. I miss working. I enjoy staying at home with Harry, but the days begin to feel monotonous after a while.
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[11 Sep 2009|04:53pm] |
New hospitals, returned babies, public apologies...it's almost like people are trying to put things in the past, huh? I do hope they realize people don't forgive and forget so easily. Things like these are not so easily cleaned up and tucked away.
But speaking of cleaned up and tucked away, I cleaned this house from ceiling to floor all day yesterday. I sort of let things go after having Harry and started focusing mostly on keeping him clean and then the Neville stuff so but now my mother wouldn't faint if she walked through my door. This also means that I can start decorating soon. I know Halloween isn't technically for another month and a half, but I get excited early. I want to dress Harry up as a fat little pig. Maybe I can talk James into dressing up as a farmer with me.
James
I've made arrangements to go look at those houses Monday.
Friendly eyes
Oh, and because we're doting
( reunited and it feels so good )
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[01 Sep 2009|01:58pm] |
Did you remember to say rabbit, rabbit this morning? I did.
Not that I or we need anything so silly as luck in such a brilliant and pleasant time.
James
A clipping from the Prophet containing houses for sale, some of which Lily has circled - one in Ottery St. Catchpole, two in Tinworth, and one in Godric's Hollow.
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[28 Aug 2009|05:23pm] |
A gala. I can hardly contain my excitement. I've wanted to visit the Lestrange manor for years. You can imagine my enthusiasm, I'm sure. It's quite great of them to do this, don't you think? Offering such a neutral and inviting atmosphere for fundraising for a mess they helped create. Corking!
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Sweet Merlin on a cracker, Benjy. That article! It was brilliant. Risky, but gains are never made without risks.
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[23 Aug 2009|10:22pm] |
Gringott's, Ministry, Mungo's? What in Heaven's name will be next? Parliament?
Alice
I won't ask how you are doing Do you need anything besides the obvious
Private
I don't like this.
I never bothered to really study up on prophecies...didn't figure I'd ever need to, did I? Didn't figure I'd ever birth a kid who had some wacko power to defeat some wacko lunatic. I have never felt so unprepared in my life. I thought learning how to change a diaper properly and learning how to check a bottle's temperature would be the problems I would deal with as a new mother. I didn't imagine I'd have to worry about prophecies and kidnappings and...other less than pleasant things. I've never really wished I hadn't been born a witch, but it'd be really fucking great if my family and I could just be normal right now.
I don't want to Obliviate my mum, but they've already made it clear that they will go through family to get to you. I think I may have to. She's the only family I have apart from Harry and James, and they're nearly always with me. Petunia and Vernon...I don't think they'd lay claim to me at all. I can't imagine Death Eaters would even bother trying to get to them. But my mum...she knows where we live. Harry stays with her sometimes...I just don't know. And I want to move. I was never attached to this house, but nothing and nowhere feels safe anymore. If it weren't for Harry, I wouldn't mind. I can take care of myself. I'm just scared for him. He's just a baby, and Merlin only knows what they're doing to poor Neville...God, I couldn't be Alice or Frank.
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[06 Aug 2009|01:48pm] |
My boobs are massive and they hurt
They think they've got the final tally on casualties of that terrorist bombing in Italy. Eighty-five dead, over two hundred injured. Evidently our corner of the world is not the only one with problems. It's a shame that people can't go anywhere and feel safe anymore.
Harry can feel safe though, because James and I have mastered the art of tag-team nappy changing. We're lightning fast. I'm pretty solid on my own too, and James is better than I thought he would be. He has bigger hands though, so I think it makes a difference. Also, since I am left in charge of feeding for obvious reasons, I've pretty much entirely handed bathing over to James until that bit of the umbilical cord falls off. I just don't like it. I think it's a fair trade, anyhow, seeing as how he needs one - maybe two - baths a day, at most, and he eats like a horse. This being a parent thing is kind of strange. In a good way, of course, but weird. One day there's two people living in your house, and then the next day there are three, one of them being a very teeny and demanding person. He doesn't care that I am a person who likes a schedule, and he refuses to go on one. Can't hold it against him though. He's too much fun.
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[01 Aug 2009|05:48pm] |
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Head of Aurors. I mean, he knew what he was doing, and they got him...
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Be careful, the whole of you. That's all I will say on the matter.
But I will also say that I am a doting and besotted mum now, and any of you are welcome to stop by and meet the world's most adorable creature under ten pounds (but above six, because Neville is magnificent too). Presenting Harry James Potter, Prince of Yawns and Scrunchy Faces.
( charmed and tucked into journal )
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[28 Jul 2009|12:09am] |
Fame has been in my head all week. Twice the neighbors have come 'round making sure I'm okay after they heard my singing. Mr. Neddles was proper embarrassed when he realized those were not howls of murder he was hearing but howls of FAAAAME I'M GONNA LIVE FOREVER.
In other news, did you know that twelve newborns on average are given to the wrong parents each day? It seems like people might be a bit more careful about, you know, misplacing other people. It's amazing the things you can learn when you have nothing else to do but gestate.
(oh, and ps, now you can say you have learned something!)
I hope it rains tomorrow.
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[20 Jul 2009|10:56pm] |
James is in bloody Moscow THANKS DUMBLEDORE and someone needs to be at my house massaging this cramp out of my leg why God why. Why is this a good idea what if I go into labor and Daddy Do Right is in the sodding Soviet Union? SHIT.
My belly is suddenly an outtie. How extraordinary.
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[15 Jul 2009|10:01pm] |
It is the fifteenth of July. There is still a being in my uterus.
It does not appear in a rush to leave said uterus.
I am swollen and impatient and unhappy.
What's the point of due dates anyhow if it's just a guestimate? Why not just say around that time when you're miserable and can hardly breathe and have to pee all the time and can't see your feet and want to eat everything but then nothing because everything makes you sick and your back and feet hurt and you have to get up and walk every other hour of the night.
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[09 Jul 2009|10:51pm] |
I balanced a book on my stomach while walking from one end of the house to the other. Tomorrow I'm going to try the stairs. I suppose it will be helpful when I'm moving all of my belongings out of a house I will no longer be able to afford because Gringotts won't give me any money. Seldom do I agree with Rita Skeeter, but at this rate I think I may prefer the pixies as well. Security breaks happen, fine, but I don't appreciate the hush hush of it all. It isn't as if the public hasn't got a right to know. It is our money, after all. Or, well, it used to be, but now it's not. Obviously.
Five days away from the due date. Here's to hoping there's a baby in my nursery by this time next week, yeah?
(and still some money in our vault)
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