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Subject:RIP, redheadgeorge/mhw
Time:07:51 pm
Current Mood:sadsad
I am very sorry to have to inform everyone that <lj user=redheadgeorge>, also known as <lj user=mhw>, has passed away.

He died on the 6th, fell asleep while reading and never woke up. He was 51 years old when he died. 

I don't quite know what to say, or how to feel, but I wanted to let this community know. He and I enjoyed our time at <lj comm=reparo> so much, and I know that he always enjoyed writing with each and every one of you. This community gave him a lot of happiness.

Condolences can be paid at his non-reparo journal, <lj user=mhw>.

- Fred, aka Griff
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Subject:I still exist.
Time:05:01 pm
Strangely enough...
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Time:12:24 am
Some people on my FL talked about it, so since I do remember my journal name/password combo, just thought I'd post to keep this community from being purged.

o7
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Subject:*taptaptap*
Time:12:04 am
Is this thing on?

:-)
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Subject:A quiet night.
Time:10:19 pm
Mandy looks up from a rather large book, shutting it after reading the last page.

After a long pause, she regards Terry and says, "fun while it lasted, huh?"

Terry, with an oddly silent grin, nods and flips an old, worn Galleon in his right hand.
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Time:10:27 pm
It was a perfectly normal Friday evening.
Hannah had closed up shop some hours earlier: Neville finished the work
in the greenhouse in back, and let himself out, finishing the locking up
as he went -- Nox, another Nox, and then setting the wards behind him.
He was tucking his wand back into his sleeve and about to call it a
night when he heard footsteps: Familiar ones. Looking over quickly, he
spotted a too-familiar jacket.

Neville grinned.
Ron would never be hard to spot so long as he wore that flag-coat.
"Oi, Ron! Wait up!"
"Bloody hell," Ron said by way of greeting, giving a low chuckle as he
did so. "I'd recognise you anywhere with that haircut, Longbottom. I
can count on it like I can count on my mum's uncanny ability to send me
food via owl when I haven't been eating proper on the road. How've you
been?" he asked, slapping the other wizard on the back as he jogged
towards where Ron stood grinning crookedly.
"Oh push off, it's growing back." Neville grinned and ducked his head
self-consciously, habitually tugging at the ponytail that wasn't there.
"Mum saw school pictures and wanted me to cut it, see what it was like.
You know how moms are. Hannah says she likes it longer, though, and
it'll grow."
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Subject:Just words
Time:11:16 pm
Wednesday afternoon


Percy sat at his desk, trying to finish the report he was currently working on. Ever since the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes had lost the assistant to the Head of the department, they had begged Percy's office to help with the workload. As one of the subcommittees of the DMAC was the Invisibility Task Force, Percy was only too glad to extend his help. Working with other countries in concealing all magical places and creatures was important, after all.

He had just finished up a paragraph on why it was important to remember to keep the magical barriers up around Og the Ugly's castle in Romania (the Muggles would not take lightly to his unusual torture chamber) when the door to his office burst open.

Percy didn't bother looking up.Collapse )
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Subject:A Meeting
Time:09:37 pm
Current Mood:fullfull
Ron perused the menu with his head slightly tilted, lower lip gently bitten in concentration. It had been a long time since he visited the Muggle area of London, and he randomly chose this place to dine in once his stomach began to sing its familiar rumbling tune. He idly considered the chicken chow mein, but his more audacious side scoffed at absence of his sense of adventure. Go for kung pao, it cried. Or one of the dishes you can't pronounce.

Blaise was off in his own world. He was sitting at his own table of two, wanting desperately to prop his feet up with the spare chair. He had was wearing what he decided didn't look too girlish but it would have to work until he could find some money to revamp his attire.

He was almost finished with his plate - of what, he didn't exactly know as he simply chose things at random - when he sighed and looked at the various people that also had chosen this place to dine.

Blaise sipped his water with ease until he saw . . . him.Collapse )
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Subject:New Years Celebration
Time:01:30 am
Current Mood:shockedshocked
Dennis swayed with the music and felt the confetti nestle in his hair. He ignored the thought of how he would probably spend hours later trying to get every single stray piece of paper and glitter out of his luxurious locks.

Brad had picked him up from his hotel shortly before nine. Dennis' mind was in a whirl - they had gone out to eat and walked aimlessly about until Brad showed Dennis that the Greeks did know how to party.

The club was something that Dennis had never seen before. Everywhere he looked, people were in tune with the music, all the while looking so natural, it seemed it should have been a crime for it to ever end.

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Subject:Owl to Marcus
Time:03:43 am
He was sitting in another seedy pub in another seedy corner, escaping the view of the majority of the seedy characters. He never liked the seedy sort but they seemed to flock to him.

He was drinking again, nothing heavy, but a mug or so. Nothing serious. He could handle it. He hoped.

He stared down at his parchment, unsure of what to put next.

Marcus,

What to put next? Blaise thought about it for a moment and continued.

Marcus,

I have undergone many changes since we have last seen each other. I highly doubt you could even recognize me in my current state.


Blaise mused for a moment, considering adding: 'I would even go as far to say that you could call me 'eye candy'. Perhaps your opinion would change once you saw me in specific clothing. You would eat your words over and over again' but elected not too, out of reasoning Marcus' tempter (meaning mostly his fear).

He sighed and finished up the short note.

Marcus,

I have undergone many changes since we have last seen each other. I highly doubt you could even recognize me in my current state. I have undergone a complete transformation since we last saw each other, so many months ago, and I am now ready to re-enter the world. I reason that perhaps the best place to start would be to possibly move back in with you. I'm sure you wouldn't mind. And if you did, I'm sure I could convince you otherwise within only a few moments of a meeting that we could arrange.

Do owl me quickly about when I shall move in as I do hope you have some sort of New Year's bash for us to celebrate with the rest of the old gang.

- B. Zabini


Blaise read over it and nodded. It wasn't that bad for something written at this time of night. He paid his small tab, rented a snowy owl and sent off his message.
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