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Morag MacDougal @ ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) waitandhope |
[ | | March the 25th @ 09:59pm
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Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary ( . ) |
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| 050 | 7 May, 1998 |
[ | | May the 7th @ 06:49pm
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I don't know about you, but I think tonight is a good night for a drink. Going to the Hog's Head, if anyone wants one on me.
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| 049 | 3 May, 1998 |
[ | | May the 3rd @ 09:24pm
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I have a message for the following people:
You-Know-Who
Death Eaters
Baby Death Eaters
every person that claimed Dad to be a murderer
anyone that has ever called me and Rory half-breeds
puppy kickers
whoever invented saltwater taffy
You-Know-Who again
the Backstreet Boys
( Picture! )
(Ian, it's the picture you took of me giving you the finger.)
That's an old picture. I don't look near as hot anymore. That will change once I eat at least ten more cupcakes. Mum's all over it.
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| From "Morag"'s Journal. |
[ | | April the 9th @ 08:26pm
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Morag MacDougal was worth probably 9 billion of any of you. And I guess Rory was okay too. Fuck the lot of you who called either of them halfbreed. You'll get yours.
Oh right. Freedom, prosperity, and bringing evil sons-of-bitches to justice.
Long live Dumbledore's Army. Short live you.
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| 048 | 22 March, 1998 |
[ | | March the 22nd @ 11:06pm
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I am so fucking bored.
So I took a picture of Rory.
( Wave your wand (magical picture!) )
By the way, bloke with all of the Busty Asian Witches under their mattress: Really? Really?
[Warded to Michael]
I took a picture of my tits.
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| 047 | 19 March, 1998 |
[ | | March the 19th @ 08:32pm
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Michael Corner, swear to me that you won't get manboobs.
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| 046 | 13 March, 1998 (6pm) |
[ | | March the 13th @ 06:50pm
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[Warded to the DA]
See the coin?
Fuck, we could use some good news. Everyone cross their fingers for good news.
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| 045 | 8 March, 1998 |
[ | | March the 8th @ 09:55am
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Boggarts are fucking useless.
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| 044 | 1 March, 1998 |
[ | | March the 1st @ 10:35pm
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[Warded to Rory]
Remember that story Mum always tells about how when we were real little and you were just barely walking, but I was determined to get you walking with me. Sometimes I forget that we're not even two years apart, so it's funny thinking that there really wasn't that much delay between us walking. But, whatever. I was so determined that you'd get up walking with me, so I would help you by holding your hand everywhere we went, even if it was just down the hallway in the castle?
Or do you remember that one New Years when Mum and Dad were at some fancy Ministry of Magic party and Bi and Ian were at some thing, so it was just the two of us? So we decided to light up, only to have them come home early and Mum nearly lost it on us and screamed so much I think my ears are still ringing? But we just kind of took it, had total solidarity, and all that shite, remember?
Or how about during the summer, when I'd sneak out of the castle to hang out with Michael after Mum went to bed -- normally wouldn't have been an issue, but I was grounded because they found my cigarettes, remember? But instead of telling on me, you'd wait until I came in and then distracted Dad so he couldn't hear me sneaking back in.
Or remember that one night when we were smoking down by the shore and we fell asleep down there because we were counting the stars and trying to pick out the constellations? All I remember is when I woke up, you'd stuck your jacket over me at some pointt. It was probably the sweetest damn thing anyone's ever done for me and I don't think I've ever thanked you for it. So, thank you.
Look, moral of the story is... fuck, I don't know. I suck at this shite. It's just, Ro, we've got to stick together, keep our head high, not give up, all that really optimistic and motivational crap that people say all of the time. Only this time, instead of rolling our eyes and pretending we're too cool for that stuff, it's really true this time. We're MacDougals. We're going to make it through this damn school year, war, and all of it. We're going to make it out in one piece, Mum's going to make us biscuits, Dad's going to be telling everyone for another hundred years about his ace kids, you're going to see Whitney again, Bi and Uncle S are going to make it out, and we're all going to be happy. I swear to Jesus, Buddha, Merlin, and Bertie Bott. It's going to happen.
It's always been us, Ro. You and me. Ian and Bi, too, but especially you and me. That's never going to change.
And if that didn't help, here's a picture of Ian.
I love you, Rory. We're going to be okay.
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| 043 | 27 February, 1998 |
[ | | February the 27th @ 07:54pm
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[Warded to the DA]
I brought up the idea of using my kitchen connections to cause a little havoc on the Slytherins and I think that now would be the best time to do it. After the last round of torture and the general disappearance of Slytherins on the journals, I'm beginning to wonder how many of them are second guessing their allegiances and having them more apt to chatting about it might be a good idea. Cause a little chaos over there and maybe begin a rift of sorts, like they're trying to do with us.
Besides, I'm sick of them always looking like they're winning and I think with enough precautions, we could actually have a win. So, I have a bit of a plan but volunteers are needed.
Like I said before, I can give Truth Serum to my House Elf Buddy and he'll put it into Slytherin's food at dinner. I'm thinking in the butter and gravy. It'll spread it out some, but those are the most likely to get eaten and there's a good chance that they'll have a lot of it. They're good choices, too, since they aren't very acidic and won't break down the potion or any of that, I'm guessing.
Meanwhile, for distractions, I was thinking we could do three. One will need two people, who can act as though they're practicing their Charms homework in that one alcove in the dungeons where people go pretty frequently to study because it's quiet. That way it won't be suspicious that anyone is there in the first place. The homework will "backfire" and cause a big explosion, lots of dust or glitter or whatever. The second distraction will be similar, but with Potions. Someone in the class will ask for some extra time with Professor Slughorn doing some potion -- I really don't know, since I don't do much with potions. Anyway, throw the potion so it explodes some, lets out a nasty gas of sorts. Volunteer?
The last is being handled by Padma, our owl princess. She's going to have one of the school owls deliver a package into the Great Hall at dinner with no named recipient. Although, that won't matter because the package will explodes with and glitter will go all over the students and exclaims, "Happy birthday!" That way it'll just look like a misdelivery or something like that.
And, yeah. That's it on the distractions. With so many going on, they won't know which one to point at. And, really, we could even maybe have a few of us babbling and "telling the truth" ourselves, just so they don't think it's all on them. We just won't admit to anything overkill, like they hopefully will be.
So, erm. Yeah. Thoughts on this? Tweaks or holes in the plan? I'd like to do this as soon as possible -- maybe Wednesday.
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