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[Feb 2, 2008 * 2:24am] |
I haven't been fired. Which, I'm sure, is a great load off all your minds. I'm not sure my editors were happy, but it wasn't as though I missed any assignments. On the other hand, I haven't received any assignments since then either, but I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they're giving me time to recover, but I'm more than ready to get out.
I think I'm going to go flying. Maybe that'll help some.
Oh, by the way, Rolf you got an owl today. Something about a Pardalokampoi spotted in Northern Italy? I've got to be completely honest, I would not mind taking a trip right now.
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[Jan 25, 2008 * 9:13am] |
To the werewolf community:
Do any of you lovely people know who it was who attacked me? Apparently asking this question implies more than curiousity as Branstone became very upset when I queried her. I hope the rest of you are more understanding.
I really shouldn't be allowed near my journal when I'm in this sort of mood
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[Jan 23, 2008 * 10:43pm] |
The last thing I remember is leaving my flat to go for a jog. In retrospect, I shouldn't have gone so late, but it was so clear and beautiful out. The moon was full and I thought there would be excellent photographic opportunities. This is where things get a bit confusing, although I'm certain that the Healers have adequately reconstructed events.
I was attacked, there's no other way to say it and why bother to mince words? I was assaulted by one of the werewolves. My broken bones have already been healed (two ribs and my wrist was shattered, for those interested), and my other injuries (bruises, scratches and the like) are healed as well. I must say that I'm not a particularly vain person but I'm quite relieved that my face escaped injury. My camera is also broken beyond repair and I find that I'm almost more upset about that fact. Although I presume that at this point, I'm likely still in shock.
A lovely little old lady out walking her dog found me early in the morning. I'm quite lucky she was a witch, I can't imagine what would have happened if a Muggle had found me. I'd be in much more pain at the very least.
The Healers say that I'm coming along marvelously and I should be able to be released by Friday morning, barring any unforseen circumstances. Unfortunately I won't be able to register myself at the Ministry yet, for obvious reasons, but I'm sure there's another way to get a list of potioneres who brew Wolfsbane. With all these attacks, I'm sure there must be an abundance of places to purchase the potion.
Rolf, I'm sorry for not feeding the animals, I hope they're alright.
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[Dec 29, 2007 * 11:53pm] |
Another Christmas has passed and my sister is just as irksome as usual. She dragged the current "love of her life" home (which I have to question. Doesn't the boy have any family of his own he should be spending the holidays with?) and naturally spent the entire time attatched to his lips. Which left my parents free to interrogate me on the status of my life, namely my relationships or lack thereof.
As I said, my mother is completely convinced, despite constant reassurances to the contrary, that I am going to end up as the wife of her favourite naturalist. "You're perfect for each other!" says she. "You'd make me the most beautiful grandchildren!" she predicts. "You both like nature!"
Apparently a pointed silence is not an adequate response, because Rolf, you are invited to dinner on Tuesday.
How was everyone else's holiday?
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[Dec 13, 2007 * 8:16pm] |
I'm not certain what's worse -- getting snowed in in a tiny little cabin in the Alps, or neglecting to perform a sunblock charm and resembeling a lobster in hue by the end of the day.
Such is the life of Rolf Scamander's best friend and photographer. Thank goodness I'm fairly proficient at Healing (a skill which is essential to anyone who spends an extended amount of time with Scamander!) otherwise I imagine tonight would be a very uncomfortable night.
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