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pragmatic_one's InsaneJournal:
| Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 | |
| 12:54 am | [Hexed from proponents of muggleborn slavery] Les Sylphides opens Saturday night. I don't have a large part in it but still... it's my first real recital. Bill, Liam, I've left tickets for both of you in the kitchen on the counter next to the biscuit tin. And Severus, I sent yours via owl just a few moments ago, so they should arrive shortly! There are two of them, in case you'd like to bring someone. Also enclosed is your book, which I enjoyed immensely. I've got a notebook full of my own observations. The costumes are absolutely lovely. Now if I could just get this swelling in my ankle to go down... it doesn't even [Private: Penelope] I've been sending you and your family my prayers, Penelope. I hope everything is all right. |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 | |
| 11:31 am | [Hexed from blood purists/proponents of muggleborn slavery] I'm dancing with a real company now. Sure, I'm only a member of the corps, dancing with the chorus, but it's amazing. Dancing alone was all I was able to do for so long and I loved it as well but this is... I'm doing partner work, I have multiple instructors, and no one is going to take away my permission to dance if I 'misbehave.' I wake up in the morning with a purpose. I get up, gather my things, go to rehearsal, dance all day and then come home. This is what a real life is like. I guess I just had no idea. I'll be performing in Les Sylphides in a few weeks. My first time on a stage in front of an actual audience since recitals when I was a little girl. |
| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 | |
| 12:47 pm | It's still odd being in a new place, though I suppose it hardly qualifies as new at this point. It's been some time since we were sold again but I still expect to wake up in my old bed. In other words, winter is approaching. I've never much liked the cold. [Private: Liam] I'm asking Mr. Weasley if I can audition for a ballet company. Do you think he'll mind? [Private: Bill Weasley] Sir? I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering... would it be possible for me to audition for a ballet company here in London? If it's not, I understand, but it would be a muggle theatre and I've always wanted to dance. I might even be able to make some money, to pay you back for keeping us here. |
| Monday, October 5th, 2009 | |
| 9:16 pm | [Private: Penelope] Thank you. Thank you so much. I just wanted to let you know that Liam and I are safe and together. Our new owner is Bill Weasley. I don't really know him yet but it seems... it seems like a better situation and I know you are the one we can thank for that. Do you think I could come and get Vivi soon? |
| Saturday, September 26th, 2009 | |
| 5:34 pm | [Inkblotch] [Private: Liam] [writing is messy] He's selling us. I overheard him talking to Evan. Evan tried to talk him out of it but his mind is obviously made up. We have to do something. [/End Private] [Private: Penelope] You wouldn't happen to know--to know if any of your owner's friends are looking for two muggleborns, would you? Liam will probably write you as well but- [/End Private] I hate change. |
| Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009 | |
| 7:00 pm | It's been quieter around the house the past few days. It's been more somber for weeks, even. When our guest first arrived I thought perhaps it would create more excitement, but it doesn't seem to be the case. Mr. Mulciber has little need for me lately, so I've been amusing myself with Vivi and as many books as I can handle. I find that even though I have full permission to leave the house... I'm not entirely sure what to do with the freedom. [Liam] He has hardly spoken to me since he gave us our 'freedo Perhaps it's just the dog annoying him. I do need to train her better, but she's so energetic and I'm not sure what to do with her Do you think he'll get rid Surely he wouldn't, but he doesn't need us any more. He has Evan. We've been made obsolete Well, never mind that mess. Do you want to go for a walk later? |
| Sunday, September 13th, 2009 | |
| 6:57 pm | Mr. Mulciber gave me the most darling little puppy I've ever seen. She's absolutely tiny, almost fits in my hands (she does fit in Liam's!) and is a little bit crazy. I can't help it, I have to play the part of 'proud mummy' and spello-tape in a photograph I took of her. ( cut for puppy cuteness ) I haven't decided on a name for her yet. I'm thinking about "Vivace," which is a musical term for lively and fast. She is definitely both of those things! I'd call her Vivi for short, probably. Anyone else have any suggestions? She kept me up almost all night last night, needing to go outside, but when she got out there all she wanted to do was play. She still used the bathroom on my bed, which meant I had to change my sheets and do laundry as well. It's a good thing she's cute! |
| Friday, September 11th, 2009 | |
| 2:23 pm | [Super private: LIam] So, I'm just going to go out on a limb here and say that he doesn't know you kissed Ayanna? She told me. What exactly are we supposed to do anyway? Where would we go? |
| Thursday, September 10th, 2009 | |
| 6:22 pm | [Private: Self] He's acting strangely again. My brother is acting strangely, and the new variable in the house is a death eater's daughter in the house. I've come to the conclusion that I don't even want to know. [Private: Liam] Want to hang out tonight? I feel like we don't see as much of each other lately, which I know is stupid since we see each other all the time every day, but... it's been awhile since we've really talked. Don't worry, I'm not going to interrogate you or anything. I'm feeling kind of lonely lately. I'm just full of all kinds of silliness, right? [Private: Stephen] I've found a short story I think you'd like. Can I come read to you sometime? |
| Friday, July 24th, 2009 | |
| 1:25 pm | I landed wrong off of a jeté earlier and managed to sprain my ankle. It's bruised and swollen, but the pain's not too bad. I suppose I'm most disappointed that I won't be able to dance for about a week because of it, but I'd rather take time off than get injured worse. The house elves have brought me some ice and I'm under strict instructions to wrap it after I'm finished icing it, and keep it elevated as much as possible. My instructor called it the RICE method--rest, ice, compression and elevation. Perhaps I can just... be lenient with the rest part. I hate being idle, and it doesn't hurt that badly. [Private: Liam] You've been acting strangely. Are you going to tell me what's going on? |
| Monday, July 20th, 2009 | |
| 5:32 pm | [Private: Liam] Where do you want to go? If you don't want to go to university, it's okay. I'll come wherever you want to. We just need to decide. Mr Mulciber was asking me about it and... we need to figure it out. He hasn't changed his mind or anything. I know you were worried we'd have to stay. |
| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | |
| 12:34 am | Hey, Liam! I found something buried in one of my desk drawers when I was looking for something blunt to break in some new pointe shoes with. It's... oh, just see for yourself. [pasted in is a picture of the two of them as four-year-olds. Liam is attempting to climb a tree wearing his pee wee footballer gear, and Izzy is holding onto the back of his shirt, trying to pull him back] You were always a pain. |
| Monday, June 29th, 2009 | |
| 8:28 pm | Finally well. I have been feeling better for a few days but I couldn't stop coughing. Now it seems I'm mostly back to normal. At least I didn't get too behind in my studies. [Private: Liam] We have to do something or he's going to keep getting more upset. He's already upset enough that we're going to regret whatever it is we've done wrong (I'm not sure what). But if we don't try and make him happy somehow he'll sell us and... No. That's not going to happen. |
| Saturday, June 20th, 2009 | |
| 9:26 am | I'm feeling a little under the weather. My tutor even noticed that I'm not myself. I can't be getting sick again. There is too much to do. [Liam] Made it almost three months without being ill again this time. I think I'm improving. |
| Sunday, May 17th, 2009 | |
| 3:20 pm | I read the newspaper this morning just after finishing a novel by H. Rider Haggard. The story might have been an adventure set in Africa, but I think the message in one particular passage holds true, when it comes to any death, not just that of the former headmaster. "Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever." People may die, but the stories never will. Their lives will be remembered, in truths and in fabrication over generations. The only people who truly die forever are those with no one to remember them. |
| Monday, May 11th, 2009 | |
| 10:58 am | The English romantic movement in literature has never been of any particular interest to me. I know the writers were brilliant but the poetry often reads as forced and contrived. William Blake, however, wrote one poem that I've found impossible to get out of my mind. It's not because of any uncanny difference from the rest of the movement. The subject matter of "The Poison Tree" is what I find intriguing. Mr. Mulciber, I was simply curious if I would be able to continue with my ballet instruction now that we've left your home for the time being. I'm certain I can practice on my own if it is too much trouble. Oh, and hello. I'm Isabelle Chambers. I've had this journal for a short time now, but I haven't opened it until today. There's something a little bit off-putting about everything I write being visible to everyone else. It also feels mildly voyeuristic to flip through and skim over other peoples' conversations. I feel as if I'm intruding. |
| Friday, May 8th, 2009 | |
| 2:36 pm | |