Labeling the flour container with sugar is possibly the worst thing that anyone has ever done to me. I should have known. There was a completely different texture. I guess I was just so busy I didn't stop to realise.
Apr. 18th, 2010
Feb. 12th, 2010
[Private to Hermione]
I would be pleased if you would come to my home and have dinner with me and your son. I'd like to have the hostility between us to vanish so that your son and I can be together without the looming hatred.
I would be pleased if you would come to my home and have dinner with me and your son. I'd like to have the hostility between us to vanish so that your son and I can be together without the looming hatred.
Jan. 20th, 2010
It's nice to finally be back in a job. Now that food has returned to Lockewood, I'm having a half-off sale of all the pastries in the bakery.
[Private to Blaise]
Do you always avoid old friends after only seeing them once?
[Private to Blaise]
Do you always avoid old friends after only seeing them once?
Jan. 3rd, 2010
There is a rodent in my bathtub. Hermione Granger. If you ever get your son something so annoying again, I will hex you.
Dec. 14th, 2009
I quite like Christmas and I've gotten all of my shopping done already. Except for the matter of my Secret Santa I should buy for now. I'm sure I'll figure out something, but for whomever has gotten stuck with me, I'd be really happy with a new blanket, makeup or shoes. I love shoes.
Dec. 6th, 2009
Slow work day. Someone. Please. Anyone. Come buy some of the food that I'm baking for you all. Free coffee to the first five costumers.
Sep. 24th, 2009
I've been staying with Theodore the last week. He has fruity bubble bath and his entire bathroom smells like apple spice. It's quite delightful, being friends with a boy who doesn't make messes all the time.
Private to Hugo:
How is Dexter? Have you been feeding him?
Private to Hugo:
How is Dexter? Have you been feeding him?
Aug. 9th, 2009
[Private to Self]
I'm scared. Trembling as I even write this. How am I supposed to feel after what happened to me? What if it happens again?
I grew up idolizing Lucius Malfoy. I thought he was the greatest father in the world. That Draco was lucky to have him. I suppose I was wrong. Now I know what the man is really like. Nothing more than a monster. He fed on me. Took part of me. I can never get that back.
How will I face Draco? Theodore? And worse.... How will I even look at Hugo?
I'm scared. Trembling as I even write this. How am I supposed to feel after what happened to me? What if it happens again?
I grew up idolizing Lucius Malfoy. I thought he was the greatest father in the world. That Draco was lucky to have him. I suppose I was wrong. Now I know what the man is really like. Nothing more than a monster. He fed on me. Took part of me. I can never get that back.
How will I face Draco? Theodore? And worse.... How will I even look at Hugo?
Jul. 2nd, 2009
Someone is stealing my spatulas. I've lost three of them. Looks like I'm going to have to investigate my employees.
Apr. 23rd, 2009
( Private to Cedric )
Can you believe it? I actually made a perfect batch of muffins today. I have blueberry, banana-nut and chocolate chip, if anyone is interested in them. The biscuits aren't so bad either. I'm proud of myself. You should be too.
Also, Hugo Weasley snores so loud that my bed shakes at night.
Can you believe it? I actually made a perfect batch of muffins today. I have blueberry, banana-nut and chocolate chip, if anyone is interested in them. The biscuits aren't so bad either. I'm proud of myself. You should be too.
Also, Hugo Weasley snores so loud that my bed shakes at night.
Apr. 7th, 2009
[Private to Hugo Weasley]
Oi, you. Have you been in my knicker drawer again? I told you to know that off. I'm upset with you.
[/Private]
I have scars. I hope Rita is happy about this. And no, they are not battle wounds. They're ugly and make me want to pout.
Oi, you. Have you been in my knicker drawer again? I told you to know that off. I'm upset with you.
[/Private]
I have scars. I hope Rita is happy about this. And no, they are not battle wounds. They're ugly and make me want to pout.
Mar. 29th, 2009
( Theodore )
Mar. 26th, 2009
I have burned hands, arms and elbows. There is flour everywhere and I smell like a pastry. I burned everything that I made today and the house-elves that helped train me were laughing. Honestly. House-elves that laugh at you? I've never felt more humiliated.
I want a new job. I demand a new job. Who's idea was it to make me a baker?
I want a new job. I demand a new job. Who's idea was it to make me a baker?
Mar. 18th, 2009
A journal? Really? This is utterly ridiculous. I haven't written in a journal since I was a little girl. I supose since it's the popular thing to do, I'll keep it up.
Draco? Theodore? Anyone I know here?
Draco? Theodore? Anyone I know here?
Mar. 15th, 2009
( PANSY PARKINSON )
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