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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2004|10:26 pm]
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Thirty Seven
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(no subject) [Apr. 4th, 2004|09:35 pm]
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Mrs Malfoy.

Tell me, do the hands of your son resemble his?

What of his ears?



They came to a slight point at the tip, as you may recall, in a feline or elvin sort of way. He always kept his hair shaggy and unsightly in order to hide them.

I did not expect I would ever have the chance to see them again.

Has your son said that he will be visiting you for the holidays?

In my day, holidays were a time for intensive revising, for putting forth effort in all my endeavours. I do not imagine that young Mr Malfoy embodies such base, utilitarian ambitions. Not with such slender, sneaky fingers.

Oh, not at all.

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(no subject) [Mar. 13th, 2004|03:13 pm]
It seems

as though everyone must face a part of their profession



that makes life seem dreary.
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(no subject) [Feb. 19th, 2004|06:19 pm]

Owls seem never to get places on time.





Or perhaps someone has changed more than I thought possible.
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2004|11:00 pm]
If I wrote in disappearing ink

upon the pages of this book



Would it be enough to spur the prince forth?












No, for he has gone into the darkness much deeper. Master,


will that I might enter that darkness in your service.


Soon.
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2004|07:20 pm]
The smells the sights the sounds the all it is so new and old.

Privilege?


Honour. An honour bestowed on us twice not once and here we are a third time free.

This paper, this pen, this is all so familar and dear brother do you recall the last time you held paper and pen, or penned like this? It is all so familiar


But I must not go back to that familiarity. I am here doing our Lord's work, brother, we are here and we shall be and we are. It is always our Lord's work, is it not?









But the journals are not the same, not without the little prince.
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