| Eventful holidays |
[17 Jan 2004|05:58pm] |
Though I know it comes as a terrible blow to the ladies of Hogwarts, I have returned from Grimmauld Place betrothed to Rhiminee Lestrange, a 5th year at Beauxbatons. I am sure you are all both shocked and appalled that I shall in fact reproduce. Rest assured that it is purely a business arrangement.
[Frank]
Gods, she's such a stupid cow. Don't worry, love. This doesn't effect us one bit. If anything, it provides yet another layer of smokescreen. I love you.
[/Frank]
[Walden]
Don't worry about her, love. It means nothing, and you know that.
[/Walden]
[Sirius]
Love you.
[/Sirius]
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[06 Nov 2003|09:56am] |
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*unlockable by Frank, if he so chooses*
I seem to have fucked my brother. Shame on me.
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No, who am I kidding? It was lovely, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Preferably with Frank.
( cut for various perversities )
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| Fraternity |
[31 Oct 2003|09:50pm] |
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[locked to Frank and Sirius]
I love my brother. I know that sounds like a self-evident statement - of course I love my brother. I'm supposed to, after all. But I've never admitted it, even to myself. So...so, there.
I don't like seeing Sirius hurt. I don't like Sirius being treated like an object or neglected. I don't like Sirius chasing Lupin around like a lovesick puppy. I just...want better for him than that. More. He's my blood, even though we are different as night and day.
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| Somnabulism |
[24 Sep 2003|01:55pm] |
[private]
I am undertaking a course of action that will almost certainly result in my death. How very stupid of me. But Frank has asked me to put my trust in him, and I haven't the heart to tell him that he's merely a mortal, incapable of protecting me when I am deep in enemy territory. When did they become my enemy? When did they become so anathema to me? ( Read more... )
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| Aches and pangs |
[19 Sep 2003|02:13pm] |
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[private]
I don’t know what I am anymore. I start at noises, my stomach hurts all the time. I’m fractious and clingy with Frank, and quiet and desperate with Walden. It’s one trial after another, one assault following on the last, battering at the walls of my strength. I am afraid, of Walden. For Walden. And I am still so, so very angry. ( Read more... )
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[05 Sep 2003|09:59am] |
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[Private]
Cheap acts of petty adolescent vandalism do not a great Dark Lord make. Dark gods, is this the tide that rises to sweep over the Wizarding world? If so, I am utterly unimpressed thus far. Broken statues. Cheap, ugly tattoos. Tawdry little relics out of some pantomime of 'what evil should be'.
Sounds like the work of a Mudblood to me.
[/Private]
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[05 Sep 2003|09:54am] |
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[Private Locked to Frank]
It wasn't the rape, or the Cruciatus. It was his utter cowardice after that hurt the most.
( easy way out )
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| [posted Sunday night] |
[03 Sep 2003|11:20am] |
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[PRIVATE]
I never knew anything could hurt so much, and in so many ways.
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[11 Aug 2003|04:11pm] |
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[private - warning for m/m sexuality and some squick, particularly of the incesty kind]
( boyfriends, paramours, and brothers )
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| Locked to Fudge |
[27 Jul 2003|11:04pm] |
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Regulus sighed heavily and closed his advanced Arithmancy text with a dusty thud. As appealing as the thought of staying curled in his warm bed studying, Walden dozing beside him, he had work to do. He slipped into fresh clothes, grey trousers crisp and white shirt impeccable, every tailored line speaking of old money and privilege, the sort of thing he knew Fudge would eat up with relish. Fudge was only ever in a handful of places, it was child's play to track him down in the Library. He quelled the smirk that threatened to overcome his face as he approached the boy, practically able to hear the gears churning in his tiny little brain.
"Cornelius," he murmured softly, voice like warm honey in the enclosed study carrel.
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| Disgusting. |
[27 Jul 2003|10:34am] |
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[private - warning for a little m/m thought]
Cornelius Fudge offends me. He offends me personally, morally, and scholastically. Up until now, the return on investment in expending the time and energy of putting him in his place has been minimal. But now, he's directing his small-minded poison toward Frank. I find that unacceptable. Fortunately, I have it in my power to remedy the situation.
( It should be fairly easy. )
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| Platitudes on Parade |
[25 Jul 2003|08:16am] |
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[locked to Frank]
A stitch in time? Saves nine.
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[11 Jul 2003|08:43am] |
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[private]
That was so. very. easy. It's almost laughable, really. Amy's outrage lasted roughly the amount of time it took to get my trousers open. Still and all...he's a sweet boy, even though he's mad as a hatter on the mercury fumes of conspiracy. Such a simple arrangement: he wanted to know what was in the box Walden sent Remus. I told him I'd tell him if he sucked me off. Heh. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be all that much of a hardship, but even if it was, five minutes or so on your knees is a small price to pay truth. He'd better learn that now, if he wants to be in the information business. He ended up sucking me off with a rather adorable enthusiasm, then proceeded to have an Amy moment when I attempted to reciprocate. What? Surprised that I would, dear diary? Unless I had some point to make by refusing (humility, for instance) I vastly prefer to give back what I get. Truth be told, I adore sucking cock. Anyway, Amy decided it was too scary for me to make him come. Oi. I imagine he had some fancy of me just biting his prick right off. I resisted snapping my teeth at him, but just barely. I managed to 'convince' him by the simple expedient of getting him so worked up he had little choice.
Innocence tastes very sweet, indeed.
( I wasn't the least surprised when he came knocking last night. )
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| Arse backwards |
[10 Jul 2003|10:23am] |
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'La Boheme' |
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Would someone, anyone, care to explain the logic behind Hogwarts' lack of proper language curricula? I've had to teach myself Latin, German and Italian in my copious spare time. Now, I understand that we are a bit...shall we say...Anglo-centric at this school, but really. How is someone who wants a career in International Affairs supposed to find the time to learn the requisite languages as a hobby? There is a big world out there, boys and girls, and opportunity to be had within it.
[private]
( Speaking of opportunities... )
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