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Fabian Ganymede Prewett's InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, November 14th, 1976 | |
| 3:48 pm | 007. These Boys I Mean Are Not Refined Is it a bit sad that there are days I actually miss being a bartender? Like, actively miss it? Pays better than my current job, at any rate. Well, at least when you factor in tips. I made a lot of money in tips, if I do say so myself. Not exactly a proper career, but you meet a lot of interesting blokes that way. And a lot of depressing blokes, but mostly lots of interesting ones. You know what would have been bloody fantastic? To live in Paris back when all the American Ex-patriot writers did, hanging around in coffee shops and spending their days along the French Riviera while they did nothing but write and drink. And everything was cheap, so they got away with it. Could have spent my weekends hanging out with Fitzgerald and Hemmingway. Fitz threw some wild fucking parties back in his day. And instead, I've got a flat that's too expensive, a job that's less satisfying than it should be, and a bunch of crazy wankers to deal with. I wish they'd give me some proper assignments, for fuck's sake. God knows I've been faffing about with budget reports long enough. Suppose it could be worse, though. OH and HEY GIDGET. Stop throwing your dirty t-shirts on my bed. This does NOT ensure that I will wash them, but rather, this ensures that I will stuff them in your mouth while you sleep. You snore like a Norwegian Ridgeback. With love and all that, - Fabian Ganymede Prewett |
| Sunday, August 1st, 1976 | |
| 3:47 pm | 006 - Private From the Crazy Fucks I Don't Like. Good news: My psychological evaluations have been going better. I think I've gone back to "shows tendencies that suggest that he might potentially be depraved" down from "generally disturbed." I haven't complimented his biceps since the last time that didn't go over so hot, and I talk about Debbie and her budgeting a lot. It's really enthralling, her account balancing. It's what really gets me going after a long day. Bad news: That stupid restriction that means that even if they'll let me work properly again, I can't use my wand unless someone's already blown a hole in my skull. I'm sort of actively bitter about it at the moment. I hear the Lestranges had a party the other day. As Orion Black's sister Lucretia's youngest child (but only by twelve minutes), you'd think I'd have been granted an invite I could have formally snubbed, but apparently, having the hosts sort of hate you is enough to get you off a guest list these days. I, for one, am shocked and appalled. I remember the good old days when we got invited to parties we didn't want to go to with people who sort of didn't like us because our mum was a Black. Apparently, you lose favor pretty quickly by being crazy Gryffindor blood traitors. At least I had a nice chat with an old friend the other day, which was infinitely more interesting, I'm quite certain, than that party was. (Unless dear uncle Orion was drunk, which is always funny. Almost as funny as that time I think he accidentally spiked the punch bowl and none of the kids could walk straight.) Anyway, I'm buggered. Reckon I'll tuck in for the evening. If Gideon will get his shit off my bed before I throw it out the window. And you know I'll do it. If I wake up with your wand handle jammed between my vertebra one more time, there will be hell to pay. -Fabian G. Prewett1 |
| Monday, July 5th, 1976 | |
| 3:46 pm | 005. Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole ( Hexed Private ) I just love the minister and his snappy guidelines. Doesn't everyone? [Private to Recently Graduated Aurors and Friends] So, I've decided I'm going to start keeping a bit of a running tally. Who else among us is totally screwed as of the newly instated rules and regulations? And clear and present danger? If anyone wasn't screwed before, apparently they're trying to have us all killed off, now. |
| Friday, June 25th, 1976 | |
| 3:44 pm | 004. No More Curses You Can't Undo ( Hexed Private like your mother's underwear drawer ) I'm never drinking again. Never. Ever. |
| Friday, May 21st, 1976 | |
| 3:43 pm | 003. Who Wants To Live Forever? I think I would do well to go my whole life and never hear the words "tickles your pickle" ever again. Really, Bonesy, I do. Thanks so much for that. Know what? I think that the night of Graduation, since we're all legal, dirty old men, we should have a real, proper bacchanal. Loud music, loads of alcohol, Gideon with a lampshade on his head singing Queen... it'd be like old times. In? |
| Thursday, May 13th, 1976 | |
| 3:41 pm | 002. Suspicious Minds You blokes aren't going to believe what lives in the ocean. I just saw this movie at the cinema down the corner, it was called "Jaws" I think. And you know what I learned? There are these huge fucking muggle beasts called sharks that live in the water. They're scary sons of bitches. Worse than grindylows. They have like four different rows of these wicked sharp teeth and they pick people out of the water for no reason at all. I'd heard people mention them before, but I didn't know they were real. I thought kids just made them up to scare other kids. But I looked them up, and as it turns out, they actually exist. So. Be careful, kids, or you may end up hunted by a freak.` |
| Friday, April 16th, 1976 | |
| 3:39 pm | 001. In the Heat of the Morning It's about that time of the year again. Spring is in the air, love is in bloom, and mum has begun asking me, yet again, if I plan on getting married any time soon. I know she only asks in the interest of grandchildren, right selfish, really, and I haven't the heart to tell her that I plan to avoid having children ever for fear that they'll turn out like Gid and me. I have to hand it to her, if I had kids like us, I would have tried to return them, or at least exchange them for store credit, though I'm not sure we would have fetched much at the time. We appreciated exponentially with age, so I suppose it ended up being a brilliant financial move. Good show, mum. Good show. I find myself growing more and more eager for graduation. For some reason, I think I have deluded myself into believing that I will be getting more sleep once I'm out of school, though I have no idea where this idea spawned from. Surely some dark recess of my mind that likes to torment me with thoughts of warm blankets and waking up after the sun has already started to rise. Madness, perhaps, but a very pleasant sort of madness that I would like very much to experience. It's certainly preferable to the current CONSTANT VIGILANCE madness that they're keen on teaching us. But then, I suppose both are preferable to tentacles... Oh, yeah, I have a day off on the 18th. Our would-be drill sargent's daughter's getting married and he isn't going to be able to stay in town and make my life miserable, as much as I'm sure it pains him. I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with myself, and as much as I need new slacks, I don't really want to spend my whole day off looking for them. Also, if my brother leaves his trousers on the floor one more time, they're going in the self-cleaning oven. Love and some verses, - Fabian "The Good-Looking One" Ganymede Prewett esq. |
| Thursday, April 15th, 1976 | |
| 3:38 pm | 000. A Jumped Up Pantry Boy Who Never Knew His Place ( two bicycles on a hillside desolate, will nature make a man of me yet? ) |