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[15 Jan 2009|04:47pm] |
Quickly scribbled message without any sort of warding
Spinnet you are settling. Clearly. Wood's a woman. Johnson wanted you to know but something about her arse prevented her from telling you as such. maybe not the woman part but whatever
Naked time. Our flat. You should come over.
Weasley you're probably settling too but I really couldn't care less. Who the hell else were you friends with Johnson? Eh. Don't care. Pants are scratchy. Need to be off.
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| six |
[10 Jan 2009|10:33pm] |
And I'm back. Thank Helga's hairy arse. Finally got my place back on the Falcons for the second half of the season.
Life is fucking good. I'll take any and all forms of congratulations including but not restricted to a round of drinks, knickers and snogs.
( Hexed Private )
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| Five |
[30 Dec 2008|02:36pm] |
Johnson. Do you have a bathmat somewhere in all your shit? Otherwise my old boxers are staying right where they are.
Also can you pick up some milk? I'm a growing boy.
Hugs and Kisses
Adrian Pucey
OH and if you see my wand (and you'd better not do anything inappropriate with it.... or on second thought go right ahead) let me know.
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| Four |
[16 Dec 2008|11:47pm] |
( Private to Patricia Stimpson )
I don't know where the rest of you will be on Friday, but I'll be at the Wishing Well getting good and pissed. Bring gifts, or buy me a round, or wear a short skirt. I'm not picky on my birthday gifts.
Johnson, I've got my owl at the ready.
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| Two. |
[11 Dec 2008|01:41pm] |
So. Bit of a money pinch. I know, it's a sad state of affairs especially with the upcoming holidays and not to mention the beloved anniversary of my birth... that said I finally found a place to call home (not this Merlin forsaken hostel). However it might be a bit out of my price range. That however, has never stopped me before. Therefore...
Wanted:
Flatmate.
Non-smoking, pureblood, slob seeks flatmate. Sex negotiable (heh). Two bedroom flat, one bath, balcony. Great location, minutes from everything. Pets... acceptable so long as the damn things don't piss on the floor (or if they do this flatmate will not be cleaning it up). Must love, or at least not hate, Falcons, drinking and getting caught in the rain.
Any takers?
( Private to Ms Pansy Parkinson )
( Private to Johnson )
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| One |
[30 Nov 2008|12:48am] |
Dear Diary,
Today Tommy finally noticed me. I thought my heart would explode. And I got my period and bled all over some hideous white shorts. Maybe that's why Tommy noticed me. He said something about not trusting anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die. Bugger.
xoxo
Adrian Pucey
Right then. If only I'd been born female. If only... That said. I'm really not much for writing, even less for sharing, some prosaic rendition of my daily life (shocking I know). I'll leave that for those who think others give a shit, which is, of course, far from the case. But far be it from me to burst their little bubbles of self delusion, Merlin knows I have my own.
I will say though, that being back in England will take some getting used to being abroad for as long as I was. What'd I miss? I hear there was a wee bit of a fight somewhere? Some Big bad guy versus the underdog good guy who always wins etc... I'd guess that the cliche good guy won out yeah? And now we're all living happily ever after. Brilliant. So who has been knocked up in the years between? Who has shacked up? I know everyone missed me and wants to fill me in.
Now all of you can go and welcome me back. Chop chop.
P.S. Please tell me the Falcons are still kicking arse and taking names.
( Hexed Private )
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