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[03 Sep 2009|05:21pm] |
[Order]
I think one of the most brilliant things about Lily is that she has a way of words, though I realise to stand behind what she's said and to say, 'Yeah, what she said,' is a bit pathetic and, quite frankly, Fabian and Gideon deserve more.
So. I am sorry. I'm sorry for many things; I'm sorry that the last things I said to them were terrible, and I suppose not a day will go by in my life that I don't think about how shit of a thing it is to do what I did. I know why I did it, and I know why it felt important then, but in hindsight, if I had known, I would have never said the things I did. I suppose life doesn't afford us second chances, however.
It doesn't feel important now.
Lily and I are going into hiding again. But we can't do this without friends, and we don't want to. Life is hardly worth living if there's nothing good in it, if there isn't hope and a promise that one day things will be better. I know everyone only wants to help and to suggest solutions, but the fact of the matter is that we've got to do this on our own. For ourselves, and for Harry. I just want everyone to know that when Lily and I make decisions, we do them with all of this in mind. We're making a decision not to cut ourselves off, and we both hope that decision will be respected rather than met with derision or accusations of not thinking this through.
Now more than ever we've got to be hopeful, and learn from our mistakes. We're trying. It's difficult and miserable half the time, but we're trying to give Harry some semblance of normalcy and happiness and good feeling. We need that for ourselves, too.
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[11 Aug 2009|05:25pm] |
Lily
We're fucking getting out of here and we're not telling a single bloody one of them where we're going so long as they keep on like this.
I can't believe this. I just. I can't wrap my head around it. How dare they not trust what we say! How dare they not trust us! We were the ones attacked! Sirius and Peter and I were out looking for Remus, and when we came back I saw the ones who were there, and they weren't Remus. Not in wolf form. I know what he looks like, and it wasn't him, and I don't understand why our vouching for him isn't good enough.
They care of nothing but themselves and I don't want to have any part of that.
They're after him with bloody fucking pitchforks. He shouldn't have to tell anyone he doesn't want to tell.
This isn't Remus's fault.
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[07 Aug 2009|09:36pm] |
[MWPP + Lily]
Fuck, a bloke goes out for one night and bleeds six ways from Sunday. It was awesome.
I'm all right now, I think. I got dead pale for awhile there, it was ghastly. Everyone accounted for? Ears, eyes, toes intact?
Also, I think Peter deserves a party.
[Order]
Thanks again, everyone, for showing up. Really means loads, and I have to say you lot are absolutely brilliant. They'll think twice before popping in on us again, I suspect.
[Lily]
We should probably move again. How in the fuck did they know where to find us?
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[27 Jul 2009|04:32pm] |
I have learned to cook! I'm very excited about this. So far, I've discovered my strong suit is pasta, because even if it's undercooked you can toss it in the oven with some sauce and it cooks. If it is overcooked, you can toss it in a bowl with sauce and eat it.
Harry prefers bow tie pasta, and I have to admit I think he's got the right idea. I have always been excellent at toasting bread but I have gotten even better. I should think Lily must be happy she snatched me up when she did, because if I weren't a hot commodity before, I certainly am now.
I am even devilishly attractive in sweatpants covered in red sauce, how many of you can say the same?
[private to sirius + lily ]
Perhaps spending the better part of a week in my pajamas conversing mostly with a one-year-old has dulled my ability to sense the many varied nuances and snark that have been prevalent lately in the journals, but what's going on with Remus?
Is he angry with us? Are we angry with him? Which one of us is the stupid one?
Also, why?
[private to remus]
I don't want to hear you blabbering about impositions or "That's really not necessary, James," so I think it's best if you came round for dinner, oh, I don't know, more often than twice a year.
You've run out of tea, Moony. That's sad and stupid and easily fixed with a visit or even a bloody note.
I've got more than enough gol We just miss you, is all, and I know you're busy and whatnot doing whatever it is you're doing—you don't have to tell me—but you can't work yourself to the bone without tea or supper.
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[10 Jul 2009|07:22pm] |
I made a very big sandwich and ate the entire thing. It had salami and sausages and ham and bacon and provolone. Harry ate some, too, but mostly the bread. Together we are being big manly Potter men and eating lots of meat while Lily naps. When she wakes up, she can be a big manly Potter man with us.
That said, I think it's time for us to go wake her up. Usually Harry is more effective at it than I am, being he is considerably cuter than his old man and has this way of drooling affectionately upon his mother's face that I have yet to master.
This child is going to be a hit with the ladies, mark my words.
PRIVATE
I wish this journal were infused with magic in a way of ferreting people into the house without them ever knowing where we are or even being able to come when I don't want them to. That way we could have more company without compromising our safety.
Additionally, I am a selfish tit.
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[23 Jun 2009|10:27pm] |
ORDER
I just thought everyone should have something fun to read when you get done with everything. A little something to come home and unwind to.
Harry threw up his peas. Onto me. It was green and projectile and he giggled afterward
Everyone try to come back in one piece, yeah? Godspeed.
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[10 Jun 2009|12:58am] |
I found my journal. It was wedged between the sofa and the wall, which is funny because I tore through the sofa at least fifteen times before giving it up as a lost cause. I only found it today because I had to move the sofa because Harry crawled underneath it. Actually, I think I could credit Harry for finding it. He gnawed on it for a good minute or so before I realised what it was.
It's fine, though. Just a few teeth marks. And a missing corner, but that'll turn up sooner or later, admittedly not in the same...state...as it originally was.
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[02 Jun 2009|06:05pm] |
Lily got me a journal. I suppose I need one to document all of my winnings in the Great Baby Face-Off.
Harry's sleeping right now, but he's no doubt composing symphonies instead of dreaming in that head of his.
[Order]
No, really, we just thought it would be a good idea for me to keep another set of eyes open and be in contact with everyone. Everything helps.
[Sirius]
All fixed up yet?
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