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[ Thursday, May 15th, 2008 @ 2:39pm ] |
Okay, you know all that stuff I wrote about how I'm lucky my parental units are the way they are? Well, I take it back. Because about a day after I wrote that entry, they (well, it was Dad mostly) decided that I need to get a job.
It's not all that bad, though. I applied to a few places (including Fortescue's before it closed) and actually got surprisingly good results. Guess they're not really getting a lot of applicants right now -- what a shocker.
Anyway, about a week ago I started at Quality Quidditch Supplies. I'm just stocking the shelves and working the register and stuff, but it's alright, really. A lot better than working at the Apothecary or something, I'd wager.
Oh, and Fred, I've been meaning to visit you and George at the good old WWW one of these days. (Dad wouldn't let me apply there, he seemed to think you lot aren't very "professional" or some rot like that.) Maybe I'll stop by on one of my lunch breaks, yeah?
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[ Monday, April 7th, 2008 @ 5:37pm ] |
You kids make me so glad that I can Apparate and that my parental ones are so out of it. Here are some of our typical conversations.
Dad: Oh, Alicia, you're up early. Thinking of going somewhere today?
Me: Oh, no, I just thought I'd hang around at home. Y'know, in my room. I'm reading a really good book.
Dad: Really? What book?
Me: He Flew Like a Madman, that one Albert sent me for Christmas. I meant to read it earlier but I was just so busy studying for NEWTs.
Aunt Bethy: That's our Alicia. Not quite as smart as her brother, but damned if she doesn't try.
Dad: (A bit embarrassed on my behalf, since I just got called stupid) Right. We'll let you alone then, so you can read your book.
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Dad: Hi, honey, I haven't seen you all day. Oh, you're dressed nicely. Did you go out?
Me: Just to that little yarn store in town. Aunt Bethy's going to teach me to knit, but we needed another pair of needles.
Bethy: What, did you just get back?
Me: Well, it was crowded like you wouldn't believe. I guess a lot of people are taking up knitting this summer. I had to wait ages to talk to the woman working there, and then I couldn't understand her accent so it was a bit of a tough time. I tried to ask about those Knarl quill needles you like so much, but she said they only had bamboo needles and I wasn't sure if that was right.
Bethy: Oh, bamboo is just fine, dear.
Me: I've mucked it all up, haven't I? Maybe I can go back and get some tomorrow.
Dad: I don't really like the idea of you going out by yourself so often...
Me: Oh, it's just to town. Besides, I was really looking forward to learning to knit.
Bethy: (Happy to have another excuse to torture that poor yarn) Well, we'll just have to start another day, won't we?
It's absolutely ace.
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[ Saturday, March 15th, 2008 @ 4:09pm ] |
If this is what freedom feels like, IT FEELS GOOD.
For all you poor souls who still have Muggle Studies, we'll save the partying til tomorrow night, yeah?
But seriously, this next week is going to be the best. And then we're out of here!
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[ Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 @ 12:29am ] |
I have to say, Little O'Malley's attempt at rebellion is one of the funnier things I've read all week. Except that it perpetuates the whole campy lesbian stereotype. Though really, she'll need to come up with better names than Umbert Umbridge if she wants people to believe her stories.
Speaking of far-fetched ideas... even with all the shite that we've been through this season, we've actually got reasonable chances of winning the Quidditch Cup! I mean, if Ravenclaw beats us by more than 100 points it's theirs, but if we win we take it. I guess it's mostly down to the Seekers, which is a bit depressing considering it's Ange's and my last match at Hogwarts and we're a bit useless -- but we'll just have to get an early lead. Chang would be mad to catch the Snitch if we're at least fifty points up. So as long as Ron's-- We'll see what happens.
Oi, Fred! You still checking your journal? It's faster than owls and I'm lazy as usual. How's stuff with the shop going? You should get owl orders going soon... I know I'm not the only one running out of Skiving Snackboxes. Soon enough I'll have to stick my finger down my throat in order to get out of Defence.
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[ Monday, January 28th, 2008 @ 11:00pm ] |
Bloody brilliant.
Really, I don't know if more needs to be said. I'd just like to take this chance to predict -- and no, I've never taken Divination, but no, I don't care -- the success of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Seriously. Portable Swamps, Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, Skiving Snackboxes... pure genius.
I think I'll tell McGonnagall I want to work in that shop when I leave school.
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[ Sunday, December 23rd, 2007 @ 2:12pm ] |
Right, well, you lot should know what this is all about.
1. You are far more genius than many give you credit for.
2. You're surprisingly interesting to talk to.
3. I'm not sure how your friends put up with you.
4. Don't think you didn't deserve what you got.
5. If you want certain people to stop saying you're gay, maybe you ought to prove it.
6. We must hang out sometime... to alleviate the stress of revising. Not that I am revising, but y'know.
7. I don't know what you'll do next year.
8. You've got the most gorgeous hair.
9. You may be funny, but you're also deluded.
10. You wouldn't know what to do with a boy even if you wanted to.
We really need to get more blokes on the journal network.
( GJ comments )
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[ Saturday, December 1st, 2007 @ 11:46pm ] |
[Warded against Hogwarts faculty, Prefects, and anybody who would tattle]
Well, there's a laugh for anybody who still has to go to Defence today.
I suppose Friday isn't the best time to do it, since she'll surely sort it out over the weekend (if not earlier), but I wasn't about to come up with an excuse to go see that hag when I didn't have to.
I just managed to pour the rest of Bones's ink into Her High Inquisitosser's inkwell on my way out of the room when she was busy with some papers, so our class didn't have the chance to appreciate the effects. I hope you guys appreciate me risking detention for your amusement! In return, you have to tell me what happened. I wish I could've seen it, but there wasn't any earlier opportunity to do it -- it'd be like trying to get a Quaffle past Oliver if he only had one hoop to block, and you'd get in trouble if he caught it.
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[ Friday, November 2nd, 2007 @ 11:31pm ] |
[Private]
Dude, I so called that. And they're seriously adorable.
But it makes me almost relieved that Fred got banned from Quidditch. Oh, that's such a rubbish thing to say! But seriously, Quidditch players should not date other Quidditch players. I don't know what Harry thinks he's doing with Cho. That's just way too much tension right there. And for players on the same team, it's almost worse. Because it makes practices... well, alright for them, I guess, but completely awkward for everybody else involved.
And alas, it is this philosophy that forced me to get over my crush on Oliver. Haha. That was soo long ago.
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I can't wait until the weather starts to warm up. I do love Quidditch practices, but I'm tired of ending them with my arse frozen to my broom. Are there any sorts of heating charms we can use? I doubt it, or I would've found them years ago.
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[ Monday, October 15th, 2007 @ 5:08pm ] |
If anybody ever tells you that seventh year is the best, don't listen to them. The teachers yak all the time: "NEWTs! Four foot essay! NEWTs! Practical exam! NEWTs! Hours of homework! NEWTs! Read chapter 15! NEWTs! Yet another star chart!" Even Professor Hagrid is giving us actual work to do -- though I suspect that's more because of Umbridge's inspection than because it's NEWT year. I mean, seriously, an essay on Puffskeins? There really isn't much to say once you've written that they're fluffy and they purr. And then the teachers think they're all clever assigning work that intertwines multiple subjects -- Professor Burbage is having us do a project on how something we learned about in one of our other classes affects Muggles.
At least there's Quidditch this weekend! I hope Slytherin loses it's a good match to watch.
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[ Sunday, September 16th, 2007 @ 10:02pm ] |
It seems like most everybody is itching to go home and spend Christmas with their families. It's not my favorite holiday, it was Mum's except for the food, and for that I'm better off staying at Hogwarts. So, who else is staying? Let's do a role call, so we know who we can spend time with and who we should avoid.
Students staying at Hogwarts for the hols:
Alicia Spinnet, Gryffindor 7th year
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[ Friday, August 31st, 2007 @ 5:34pm ] |
Muggles can be so funny. This shade of nail polish I'm wearing is called "Dragon Green," but it's much too bright to be the color of dragon hide. They should call it "Basilisk Green," really, if they want to be more accurate.
But surely I have more interesting things to talk about than my nail polish. Let's see, what's been happening lately? Mostly just the usual school and homework and rot. I suppose the Quidditch game was interesting enough... but it's always more fun to play than to watch. We're not playing until February, but that may be a good thing considering we, er, could use some more practice.
Anyway, the main point of me babbling on in this thing is to remind you all that a very special occasion is coming up -- and I'm not talking about Davis's party. Exactly one week from today, everybody's favorite Alicia Spinnet is turning eighteen, and I figured it was only fair to let you all know in advance. This way you have adequate time to find a present for me, if you so desire.
I wonder what sort of "practical" present Albert is going to send me this year. He's way too serious for his own good. Last year he sent me the recipe for a Hangover Relief Potion, along with some of the ingredients. Okay, so that actually came in handy... I bet this year it'll be something to help me revise for NEWTs. I can tell he thinks I'm doomed.
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[ Monday, August 6th, 2007 @ 4:45pm ] |
So, Aunt Bethy sent me this package, and at first I was a little wary of it -- she can send some weird stuff -- but it turned out to be one of those journal things that Angie and Katie were talking about a while back. This would've been very useful last week when I was sitting in the Hospital Wing, bored to death, with eyebrows that covered half my face. I know, I know, very attractive.
"But Alicia," you may ask, "how can you sit here writing about your eyebrows, which might I add are back to their usual lovely size, when three members of your house team have been banned from Quidditch?" Well, don't you worry, because that is the next order of business. Indeed, I am livid that Umbridge thinks she can ban our Beaters and Seeker from Quidditch for the rest of their lives. But honestly, who is she to say that? I know, I know, she's the Hogwarts High Inquisitor -- but really, Fred and George will be out of school in a year anyway, and I don't see how a Hogwarts authority could stop them from playing Quidditch if they'd like to.
As it stands, though, this season is going to be utter bollocks. Ah well, all we can do about it now is drink firewhiskey butterbeer and hope it'll get our spirits up.
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