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...or, Hello From Arthur Weasley

9/10/04 04:05 pm

I was thinking of Hogwarts days.

I rather miss the careless way Mols and I floated through our schooling - as if we were rudderless ships. I also miss the silly games we all played - me and Mols, Fabian and Henry...those were special.

I'd hate to see it end but if You-Know-Who has his way, it will. I must do everything I can to stop it.

Did I ever tell you how I wooed Molly? No? Of course not, this silly journal is brand new. Anyway, I was rather frightened of her - she is, after all, the only female in a house FULL of men; therefore she's always been the forward type, whereas I am the youngest of all boys, sheltered in many ways. She kept making moony eyes at me, and I didn't know quite how to respond. Once again, my love for Muggles helped me out. When I'm in charge - and Merlin knows that won't be for a while, because I won't play their stupid games at the Ministry - Muggles and Wizards will get along! I learned the words to a song I had heard once on their wireless contraption, and I stole a lute from old Professor Dinkins' room and serenaded her:

Your smile beams like sunlight on a gull's wing
And the leaves dance and play after you
Take my hand and hold it as you would a flower
Take care with my heart, oh darling, she's made of glass

Your eyes feel like silence resting on me
And the birds cease to sing when you rise
Ride easy your fairy stallion you have mounted
Take care how you ride, my precious, you might fall down

In the pastel skies a sunset I have wondered
With my eyes and ears and heart stained to the full
I know I tasted the essence in the few days
Take care who you love, my precious, he might not know

...look at me, going on and on...it's useless, really. I should go. Mols is yelling at me to get "your scrawny butt into the kitchen, Arthur!" I'm willing to bet the gnomes have stolen Billy's bottle again.

9/9/04 09:20 pm - My Very First Post on this Contraption!

Oi! This thing is brilliant! I picked it up at Flourish and Botts after I saw some of the younger Hogwarts students grab them. Did I hear about it when I got back home, though. I never thought Molly would stop yelling at me. I told her she was going to wake the baby, but does she listen to me? No. Of course, she could have been angry because I neglected to buy talcum powder for the diapers and came home with this magic journal instead!
Anyway, I received an owl from my brother Henry this morning. Apparently, things in Ireland are not very good. Mysterious disappearances and the like. I asked him to keep on top of things because it may come in handy while I'm investigating some of these strange Death Eater sightings.
I suppose I need to get in touch with Professor Thomason and ask him some questions about Dark Arts. I'm investigating some weird teapots that have been biting Muggles, and I need to know what type of reversal spell I can use while I'm trying to transport the items in question. I don't wish to go to St. Mungo's for a teapot bite any time soon. I've never been good at DADA - of course, Professor Thomason would know this. Besides, there is a little Order business I need to take care of.
Oh, well. Cheerio, friends. I'll try my best to maintain this crazy thing, but I must go for now. The rigors of fatherhood calls (plus, I'm going into the nearest Muggle town to watch this thing they call “rugby” – it’s apparently a sort of crude, broomless Quidditch, terribly violent...don't tell Molly!).
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