( Private to self. )


Get out your celebratory fireworks, folks. I am coming home.

For a week anyway.

( Private to Tonks. )

Once upon a time a man named Charlie Weasley lived in a place known as 'England' - it was there that he had friends, family, and the like and there that he spoke, mingled, what-have-youed with them. However, such times have ended sadly. He lives far away in a foreign land and no one even bothers to write.

Hello, everyone out there. How does it go? How is civilization? Do tell.

Well, fuck all.

( Private to self. )

So much for aging gracefully. Am I the only one who feels like it's more of a trip and tumble, free-falling sort of thing?

Well, it's Guy Fawkes Day. "Remember, remember the Fifth of November." --Well, I haven't forgotten. Happy hols.

( Private to Tonks )

Date: 26 May, 1991
Time: Late evening
Location: Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Character(s) Involved: Amorelle Weasley & Charlie Weasley
Rating: PG-13 (will change if needed)
Incomplete

( Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. ~Oscar Wilde )

I don't even know how to react.

( Private to self. )

( Private to Mum and Dad. )

( Private to Weasley children. )

Happy birthday!

( Private to Tonks )

I got something odd in the (Muggle) post today. I don't really know what to make of it. And I don't know who sent it.

( Private. )

So.
Since I've decided I'm not going to drink- at least for a few days. Therefore I'm bleeding bored.

I wanted to go see a film, but I don't think I could sit still.
I'm anxious for some reason. And I have now officially "consummed" enough cigarettes to- oh, fuck it. This is no time to pretend to be witty and/or clever. My brain is basically some sort of abstract black mass that has trouble coming up with ideas, besides those that are rather masochistic.

Anyway.
I was thinking: It's time for a bit of a night-flight, etc etc.
I need something to do that doesn't involve alcohol, paint, screens, or cancer. Which means flying. Not to mention, I just uncovered my old Comet-- you'll never guess where it was, so I won't bother saying it.

If anyone's bored/suffering from insomnia, feel free to join me.