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Here be the old posts!
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I wonder if it's better to avoid getting involved, or insert an opinion where it might potentially be appreciated. I think I'll try to stick with the former.

[Private to Padfoot]

If you're not too busy being dashing, I'd like to go for a walk or something else entirely useless. Everyone else is rather busy, and you and I haven't spoken much since...well, since before hols, so... Let me know, yeah?

[/private]

Feeling:
thoughtful thoughtful
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We're going to Hogsmeade together, right? I know it's a stupid question, because we always do, but I just wanted to make sure nobody had any plans they'd decided not to share with the group. Well, if you do that's fine, I just would like to know is all. You know, since everyone's going home soon and then we won't see each other for awhile. Well, some of us.
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It turns out that there are no books containing any substantial information on poltergeists. This shouldn't surprise me. Peeves came with the castle and no one knows what to do with him. But he fears the Baron, which as we all know is about the only leverage you can use against him.

I think, though, that the key to dealing with Peeves, and perhaps any poltergeist, really, is to earn their respect. I certainly don't think I'm that good, nor do I really care if I have Peeves' respect. But I do think fighting fire with fire could prove beneficial here. I am a Marauder, afterall.

So I tried it. Next time you see Peeves, ask him how the pepper's working out for him. Of course, he probably won't answer amidst the sneezing.

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[Private to MWPP]

Prongs, did you know that Lily knows?

[/private]

Feeling:
listless listless
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Dammit. Just. Dammit.

[Private]

I hate feeling sorry for myself, but when Dad tries his very best to secure a job for me once I leave Hogwarts, or to work while on holiday from school, whatever... and when I know this is all my fault... I just hate this. Bloody fucking hate this.

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Everything's different lately. I'm not saying this is a bad sort of different, I'm merely acknowledging the presence of the difference. ...That made no sense.

I think James and Sirius are horrendously distracted with Things, and I probably shouldn't concern myself with it, but with everything that's been going on the past few months, I can't help but wonder if everything is going to change, and then stay that way. I can adjust to change, but I admit it sometimes worries me if I didn't see it coming. I don't think that's too unusual, either.

Maybe I'm just paranoid. Afraid of losing it all. But if something's going on with one of you, you know you can talk to me, right? I may not necessarily have the best advice, but I know how to listen. And I know the meaning of confidentiality.

~RJL

Sitting:
Gryffindor Common Room
Feeling:
contemplative contemplative
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I'm certainly not complaining, but when James is per the usual practicing his Lily Evans Lament (which is quite lovely the first few times you hear it, but after that it becomes very repetitive, and makes one wonder where all the good crooners of Days Long Past have gone, though I digress) while Sirius is charming (figuratively, not literally, as far as I know) the pants off the girls, including Slytherins, and Peter seems to be getting along quite famously with Marlene... I feel a bit like an extra wheel. Not that I feel like I need to be seeing someone or pursuing someone in order to fit in, but everyone's so busy lately. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm just musing. It is my journal afterall. I wonder though, since Dee apparently ended things with her summer bloke, perhaps... Oh nevermind; she's a friend, it probably wouldn't be feasible anyway.

[Private to Sirius]
And this is not aimed at you, mate. I know your situation, and I'm merely venting. Nothing to do with you.
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Ugh. I read the above and realized what a terrible run-on sentence that was. I must sound more pathetic than I thought. I really need to distract myself; perhaps all this classwork is getting to me. I'd like to be focusing on Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it's all so basic anymore. It's almost as if they don't want us to learn. I wonder if they're just afraid of what we'll do if we think we have a fair grasp of things. I recognize the need to be cautious, but I think they're being a bit overbearing, if that's the case.

Anyway, not much of an update, I realize. But an update nonetheless.

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I am, contrary to popular belief, still alive, and no I did not transfigure myself. I can only imagine who started that rumour. Padfoot Prongs

Oh, and James, I left some books with you, and I see now that you've noticed as well. Please bring them with you to Diagon Alley (Yes, I fully intend to be there), unless it's a bother, in which case please at least bring Jane Eyre. It's not my copy, so I'd like to return it to its owner as soon as possible. I don't know what I was thinking when I packed my things, leaving so much behind like that. I seem to be a bit scatterbrained lately, which...is unfortunate, and can only result in Very Bad Things, since when I let my guard down, that's when you all begin to, as Lily would say, "ponce about".

[Private to Prongs and Wormtail]
I know we're not talking about That Which Must Not Be Named, so I wondered if perhaps having a sort of Padfoot Day sometime in the near future would be a potentially good idea. Normally I would have no doubts, but I don't want him to think we're taking pity on him or something, because of course it wouldn't be like that, but you know how Sirius gets, so... Anyway, I'm not the best at planning these sorts of things, so I'll not step out of my league, but if you think perhaps a Sirius-themed outing of some sort would be on, you can definitely count me in.
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Feeling:
awake awake
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...and I certainly hope everyone is well by the time it rolls around. Christmas isn't nearly as enjoyable when you're stuck in bed sick.

[Private to MWPP]
The full moon is right around the corner, mates, and I've been thinking. I think something suspicious is going on with Slytherin, and I'd like to find out what it is. Call it the Marauder in me if you will, but...well, anyway. It entirely up to Peter, of course, but I thought maybe since he's the smallest of us when he changes, maybe we could utilize his skills in this matter. I'm not exactly sure how, it's more...something to think on more than anything.
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Feeling:
cold cold
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I feel very calm. Never have I felt this calm before. Except maybe that other time...
Feeling:
calm calm
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All that you think you know about Remus John Lupin has been for naught. James and Sirius, I hate to disappoint you so, as I know you both believe I'm really adopted and that my biological parents were an Encyclopedia and a Dictionary or some such nonsense. However, I have failed a Potions exam. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how, but I have. And now I'll be retiring to the library and probably later the dungeons so as to imbed this knowledge that I currently don't possess into my head.

In other news, knickers should come with a warranty.

That is all.

Feeling:
annoyed annoyed
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Lily, do remind me again what exactly we're doing for these Defense classes? I've been a tad distracted lately and I honestly had forgotten that was even coming up until you mentioned it in the library. Of course, I'll be there and all. I'm not bailing or anything, I just...don't know exactly what my role is. You know I like DADA and I'll gladly do whatever needs doing.

Just let me know, alright?
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So disappointing. Everyone seems so down lately. Of course, things aren't pleasant right now, and we've been banned from doing just about anything amusing for the sake of safety, but now things are downright boring. In times of hardship and uncertainty, it's important that we force ourselves to rise above it and have the best damn time we can with what we're given. Sure we can't play or watch Quidditch or go to Hogsmeade or ride brooms or...do much aside from breathe...but there's got to be something we can do to break the monotony.

Maybe we should put on a play or something. Everytime I read The Importance of Being Earnest, I think to myself how much of James and Sirius I see in Jack and Algernon. And I strongly believe Lily would agree with me, assuming she's read the play.

Either way, hang out with me, someone! Prongs is lost in his thoughts lately, Padfoot is lost in the woods I imagine, and Wormtail is probably in the girls' shower again. somewhere other than here. Needless to say, I'm bored. And if I have to count the off-colored stones on the wall beside my bed one more time, I may have to be brought back from insanity. 11, by the way.

Feeling:
silly silly
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I received a letter today from my mum. She said that a former friend of my father's was a convicted Death Eater, which isn't too surprising actually, hence the "former friend" part. But this bloke actually had the audacity to accuse my father of conspiring with him! So there was an investigation, but my dad came out alright, and any and all charges against him were dropped. But the whole thing just makes me so mad. Things are much worse out there than it seems, being at school all the time. Former friend or no, you really don't know who you can and cannot trust. Though it's a relief I was at school during the whole ordeal; I might have made it worse had I been there...

Hearing from Mum and thinking about my parents so much made me a little homesick, so I made myself some cinnamon toast this evening before writing this entry. My mother used to make it for me all the time when I was little.

Feeling:
distressed distressed
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[Private to Marauders]
Full moon this Saturday.
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I'm beginning to feel slightly ill. Don't be surprised if I miss class on Friday. I'm feeling rather lethargic and somewhat dizzy. Reading Snape's recent writings certainly doesn't help

I think I'll go to bed early the next couple nights.

Feeling:
tired tired
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I'm bored out of my mind. And for a werewolf with animagus friends, that's saying a lot. Prongs? Padfoot? Wormtail? Someone do something.
Feeling:
bored bored
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Well, I finally found my journal. It's not so much that I lost it, but that I had actually kind of forgotten about it altogether. That's what O.W.L.s do to you, I suppose. Had way too much on my mind. By the way, how did everyone do on their O.W.L.s? I did fine on mine, I guess. I didn't do poorly, at least. But I hope everyone gets classes they're halfway satisfied with.

[Private to Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail]
I've got something you'll like. My dad and I found a boggart hiding in our grandfather clock, and somehow I convinced him to let me keep it for awhile to practice on, y'know? Well, I've brought it to school, believe it or not. Don't ask me how I managed it; it wasn't easy. But I brought it because I had a feeling Prongs and Padfoot would enjoy coming up with something amusing to use it for. Possibly something Snivellus-related, or perhaps not. Although, I am a prefect and providing you with fodder for your pranks isn't exactly something I should really be doing, so please don't tell anyone you got the thing from me, alright?
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Well, I'll write more later, but for now I'm pretty tired. Full moon in a couple days... I hope everyone had a great summer, and I'll see you all soon.

~Remus

Feeling:
tired tired
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1) Is it green, purple, red, or blue?
Red, or possibly blue.

2) Your nose.
Sure.

3) Ever kissed a chicken?
A chicken?

4) Do you have a sexy
philtrum?
Not really, I don't think.

5) Do you motivate through fear or guilt?
Actually, I might.

6) What deep, dark secret do you have that if it ever got out would
make you crawl under a rock for a decade or two?
Well. I couldn't really tell you.

7) HA! I KNEW IT! I KNEW
IT!
How special of you.

8) What would you like to do to the person who tagged you
to take this survey?
Go grab a firewhiskey butterbeer with him.

9) Tag a pile of people and
guilt trip them into taking this survey too and spread the confusion and the
shame as they attempt the ridiculous.
Andromeda and Julie.

10) Now go crawl under a
rock where decent people don't have to look at you, you chicken kisser!
Again, a chicken?
Feeling:
calm calm
Listening to:
the tranquil scratching of quills
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So I was thinking maybe I'd start a study group. I used to be a part of one, but we disbanded somehow. I guess most people aren't really into studying. So maybe I'd better do it by myself. Unless ... any of you would care to join?

Oh, don't go there, Padfoot. I am not making puppydog eyes.

But if you, any of you, want to join the group, let me know.

(Still no puppydog eyes.)

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