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Elinor writes articles about cat fashion shows.

000; find_the_mod [10 Feb 15 @ 5:25pm]

Though the dawn may be coming soon, there still may be some time; fly me away to the bright side of the moon and meet me ( on the other side. )

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010; 11 May 1980 [11 May 10 @ 1:50pm]

I believe that much of what I, myself, feel (in regards to Voldemort's absolutely ridiculous offer to the wizardig world) has already been expressed; Death Eaters took both my parents and murdered my sister, three people lost to Voldemort's arrogance, so much of my family among countless other good, strong, innocent and moral individuals. No, the wool will not be pulled over my eyes.

I believe a Mr Sirius Black said it best, however: Fuck you, Voldemort, indeed.

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009; 19 April 1980 [19 Apr 10 @ 7:35pm]

The memorial service for Emily Elizabeth Prewett will be held tomorrow afternoon, at 2pm, at The Ark Dover Church in Dover, Kent. Burial will take place following the service, at the Prewett plot in Cowgate Cemetery. Attendance is open. The family asks that, instead of flowers or other tokens, donations be made in Emily's name to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's Family Support organization.

[Rufus Scrimgeour]
Mr Scrimgeour, if you are well enough to attend the service tomorrow, I wonder if you might be willing to speak. You knew Emily so well and worked with her so frequently, I feel it would be very appropriate so well as something Emily herself would appreciate.

[Fabian]
Would you be willing to speak tomorrow?

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008; 13 April 1980 [13 Apr 10 @ 3:15pm]

( Private )

[Molly]
Molly, I-- It is difficult to bring myself to ask this of you, but I

I am having overwhelming difficulty focusing on what needs to be done now. Gaheris and Gareth will help me with her flat, and Aaron is undoubtedly the reason why I have yet to march off in search of You Know Who myself, but. The funeral and, and everything else. Would you be able to help me?

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007; 12 April 1980 [12 Apr 10 @ 8:18pm]

I am tired of sitting back and being quiet in order to save myself, pretending to have even one bleeding iota of journalistic objectivity! You have taken my mother, my father, and now my sister, and for the love of God, for what? Has any satisfaction or great accomplishment come of any of this? No. To hell with all of it. To hell with the threats and the encouragement of rampant, IGNORANT purism. I REFUSE be scared into laying back and accepting the will of a maniac as an inevitability! There is no "peace" to be had in giving you even the briefest moment of victory in this. Your Lord could offer me a lifetime of sunshine and rainbows, and rest assured, I would spit in his face.

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006; 16 March 1980 [16 Mar 10 @ 5:52pm]

[Private, Aaron may read]
"Fear mongering (or scaremongering) is the use of fear to influence the opinions and actions of others towards some specific end. The feared object or subject is sometimes exaggerated, and the pattern of fear mongering is usually one of repetition, in order to continuously reinforce the intended effects of this tactic, sometimes in the form of a vicious circle."

Good God, I do not have the courage.

Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away

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005; 12 March 1980 [12 Mar 10 @ 11:43am]

[Private]
So naive of me to think that it was only the moon cycle that merited worrying about. We should have suspected, and--

Between Emily's position and what's happened so recently with Edgar and Calypso

I do not blame them. They are doing what's right in fighting against all this, but. Mum and Dad. I do not--

Please let them be alive, wherever they are.

[Emily]
Has there been any news?

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004; 04 March 1980 [04 Mar 10 @ 9:21am]

I have successfully (!) convinced Emma that parchment is a much better medium for her artistic expression than my kitchen walls. She has insisted, however, that I share her most recent work with all of you (of which she is very proud):
( Wave Your Wand, as always )
I am uncertain as to the integrity of the shell bra I am wearing, given the straps are around my elbows, but I am quite partial to the tiara (which she has made for me to wear when we go out this morning, a combination of red construction paper, tissue paper and bottle caps).

I wonder if I ought to enroll her in a class of some sort.

[Caoimhe]
It would seem I have the pleasure of covering the library's gala for the Daily Prophet. Are you per chance in a quote providing mood today?

Speaking of today, chai tea this morning, or perhaps chamomile?

[Emily]
Are you still able to take lunch with me this afternoon? Emma has deemed it necessary to wear her "princess dress" (a play costume with so many sequins I promise she will blind you) so that "Auntie Emily will 'preciate its majesty."

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003; 01 March 1980 [01 Mar 10 @ 3:55pm]

I don't even know how--

Emma turned

She's four, but

My kitchen is purple, my husband dumbfounded, and my eldest child deeply amused (judging by her incessant giggles, at any rate). Has anyone--

Okay, fully-formed thoughts and necessary questions:
Does anyone know of a safe, simple spell to reverse this--my God, it is an outrageously hideous shade; I don't know how else to explain it but that purple has thrown up purple on my kitchen walls--before I launch into a foray of painting?
Has anyone else had a child show signs of magic at the age of four? Should Aaron and I prepare for our house to resemble a box of crayons?

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002; 22 February 1980 [22 Feb 10 @ 7:28pm]

Oh, well! I figured the world-at-large could use itself a good laugh, and goodness knows I managed one this afternoon, thus. For your, dear journal friends, highlights from Cornwall's Third Annual (!) Kitty Cat Fashion Show:
( Wave your wand! )
I must say, the shade of nail polish the one with the tux is wearing is just smashing. And his sunglasses are rather dandy as well.

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001; 22 February 1980 [22 Feb 10 @ 12:09pm]

A pie eating contest in Hampshire to attend at two this afternoon, check.
Cat fashion show (?) in Nottinghamshire at four, check.
Broom race in Leeds, this evening at quarter past seven, check.
Two children (currently) covered in tapioca pudding, check.
A dog who seems to have a pageboy hat glued to his head (likely culprit: eldest tapioca covered child), check.
An owl who, due to several feathers having been removed (likely culprit: eldest tapioca covered child again), refuses to deliver post, check.
An MIA husband whose insistence that he was "just going to fetch coffee" is not believed one iota Aaron, check.
A run in my stockings, check.
And pudding cast-off in my hair, also check.

Well. This is unarguably (and at the very least!) an eventful start to my work week.

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