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Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
1:33 am	Rigt then. Sorry fer the delay in reportin an all, I bene a bit bizy with a few jiyants. Downt wury, theye's all turrnd tayle an runn backe up Northe as sune as I towld 'em that Yew Nowe Who was defeetid. They's a bit slow ter catche on, jiyants, if yer gets my meenin. Hogwartes grownds are now cleer and sekured. Any remaynin Dethe Eters ave scarperd, alonge with alle them gobllins. I havvent sene eny wirewolfes meselfe, butt that downt mene theys all varnisshed. Thares stil reportes of deymenters in Hogsmede an all, an the forst remayns unsayf. Be on yer garde. The grate hall is inacksessible, but the remaynin parts of the carstel are sayfe innuf to entare. Notte that thares mutch lefte of the carstel at this tiyme. Be caireful on the starecayses, they looke as thowh theys abowt ter colapss. Tha's abowt it fer nowe. I'll be gowin backe ter the Hall to wayte fer the hedmarster this evenin, an if thare's no sihgn of him by termorrer mornin, I rekkon I'll be braykin downe them doores meself. If anywun of yer needes a hand with anythin ellse, juste yew let me knowe. Be cairefull owt thare, it aiyn't ovver yet. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 2nd, 2007
11:56 am	Lokked ter the Sayfehowses Rigt then yew lot. Thers bene sum bloomin odde thinges powsted ere in the parst few dayes an thas the truwthe. Sume thinges I reeley din't neede ter nowe. I herd yer all wissprin - I do hav eers yer knowe. Jusst cos peepul liykes draggons that aint noe reeson ter asssuwme thate we all ponss abowt in girls knikkers, beefore yer get aney moor funney eyedears. I jusste wante ter saye that yung Charrley Weesliye is a fiyne draggon taymer, an wat he gets up to in priyvate aint nowboddies bizyness but is owne. I alays new that Snape were a darke wun, wat withe im beein an ex Dethe eter an all, but I as ter say, if e disspachede that evile Listrang womman I as nuthin but prayse for im, so yer can all stoppe yer mutterins rigt nowe. They are fiyne upsstandin goode men, no mater wat they dunne in the parste, an theys bowthe fiytin on owr siyde in this warre, so if I heeres aney more mallishowse roomers abowt iyther of them, ther'll be trubble. Mayke no misstak abowt that. Ritio. I gott a bukket fulle of dunge ter tayke owver ter Maddame Sprowte so I best be on me way. Miynde wat yer up to. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 27th, 2007
2:53 pm	Loked to Di Archur. Yer parotte is maykin a gude rekoverry. Took im a wile, but e's perkin up now. I rekkon e was juste egzorstid. Must ave flowne a fare way an all. He's a liyvley fella. Luvely blue ploomaje. An a masif beek that can crak wall nuts. I chekked wat sort of parrote he is for yer, an he's a Hiyasinthe Maccaw. Thogut ye'd liyke ter knowe. Anyhowes, give im anutther day or so an he'll be rigt as rayne. Yer can comme an picke him up on the wekende. ( Heers a pitchure of the Bluw Boy takken by yung Misster Creevie. ) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
2:04 am	Lockede ter the Sayfehowses an Starff. Rigt then. I am sory ter ave ter powst this, an I hopes I nevver as ter do it agayne. As I were warkin backe from fedein Ormonde, I herde sum verry strainje noyses comin from the direktshun of the hen hutt, an I thogut it miyte be an iydere if I lukede in on them powltrey. Its juste as welle that I did an all. I cuddent beleeve my iys at firste. Dansin pirramids of chikens? Tha's not rigt that aynt. Therre's sumthin verry fishey abowt that. Them chikens ave bene incharnted, they has. An it aynt no ordinrry besteymarsterin spell niyther. Sumwone has bene ewesin sum very norty magic. And wen I finds owt who dun it, they will be verry sory indeede. Do I mayke meselfe cleare? Them chikkens aiynt gowin ter lay rigt fer weekes arfter this. We had beste howpe we can get holde of sum egs frome elsswear. (16 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
4:41 pm	Locked ter the sayfehowses. I am ...well I esspect you culd say that I'm flaberggassted. Im a bit ovvercomme. I was werkin on the forrge this arfternune, an it was lookin prettey gude al all. It juste nedes the chinmey bildin, an we shud gett that sorrted owt on Wenssday, Me an Charley Weesley. Aneyhows, ther I was, werkin on the forgge, an I had a vissitor. Too vissitors in fakt. It was prefesser Lupin ande wun of the owld stuwdentes. Slytherine I thinke he uwsed ter be, an I carnt fer the liyfe o me reemembber his nayme. Darke haird forrin lad. He nevver yewsed ter say muche in clarss, an its jusste as well reeeley as I downt speke forrin. He droppede the Care of Magjical Creeturs arfter his OWLs anyhow. Anywayse, they brougte me a new wande. Well, I dint nowe wat ter say. It semes that the forrin lad got it from Ittalie, or somware. I havvent had a propper wand for niye on fiftey yers, an I was verey tuched that Remmus wud thinke to get me a new won. Of corse I had ter trie it owt. Blimey. Its a bit powerrfulle an all. Migt tayke me a bit o gettin yewsd to. Its a bit offe centere wen yer carstes with it, an it hass a kicke liyke a hyppogriffe. Nocked me rigt off me fete it did. Yer culd say it was a bit of an explowshun. Bluw sparkes an golde starres. I wassnt espectin that, and I downte thinke Old Remuss was niyther. I dint meene ter lande on im qwite so hevvily. The forrin ladd got owt of the waye pretty qwike I musst say. Aneyhowse, no harme dun an they was all verry gude abowte it an all. We dinte reeley nede anutther appul tree, arfter all. Thers plenntey in the orrchads, an the woode will comme in very handey over the wintur. I juste got ter lerne how ter controwl myselfe. Feeles liyke I was backe in scool. Like the tiyme wen old Sirius lente me that mowtorbiycikle contrapshun of his. That tooke a bit o gettin uwsed ter an all. It were a bit raycey. So.. I arsk yer all ter bare withe me fer a wile. It migt tayke me a bit of tiyme ter adjuste. Downte yer go startlin me or maykin any sudden mooves. I migt be a bit daynjerows. Juste so's yer knowe. I downt knowe wat ter say. I got mesself a new wande! An its brilliyant! (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 12th, 2006
7:46 pm	Locked ter the Sayfehowses and Allyes. Locked ter the Sayfehowses and Allyes. Rigt olde messe I mayde of thinges dint I? I'm a bit embarrrarsed an all. But I downt nevere make a mess that I cart trye ter cleere up. SO. Firste off I'd liyke ter apologiyse ter Miss Luvegoode fer all thowse terribble thinges that peeppul have bene sayin ever sinse I sayd wat I did. I dint meen it ter seme like it dide an I am shure that ther aint no imp propryety gowin onn neyther. So all thowse that sayd thinges that theye shud ave nowne beter than ter say, had bettere apologiyse an all. I downte now as I can rigtley mayk this up ter yer, Miss Luvegoode. I mayde sum cackes the utter day, so if yer wants ter comme an vissit eney tiyme I'll putt the cettle on. Prefesser Lupin and Prefesser Snaype, It were nun of my bisznes wat I saw an I am reely sory that I got yer bowth inter trubble with the hedmistress an evrythin. I shuddnt have sed wat I did. Nexte tiyme this wil teeche me ter keep my big mowthe shutt. I howpe that yer nowse is beter soone Prefesser Snape, and that Prefesser Lupin din't hurt his hande too baddley. Miss Bownes, there aint nutthin ter wurrey abowt withe the Slumpey Belley yet. I will let yer noww if it changess. Rigt. I'm off owt. Yer all nowes were ter fiynde me if yer nedes me. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 11th, 2006
4:39 pm	This entrey is nowe Lockede Privayte. This entrey is nowe Lockede Privayte. Blimey. I downt nowe wat the wurlde is comin to thes dayes. I dinnt qwite beleve my iyes. Downt reely nowe if I shude say anythin. Praps I shude tell Perfesser Magonagle? I orta have nowne reely. Spose it was a dit dafft of me - sendin them bowthe inter the woodes like that. Prefesser Snape, hes nevver mayde eny secrute of the fakt that he an Prefesser Lupin downt get on. Miynd you, in all my yers, I downt rekkon I ever saw Old Lupin as anngrey. I onley herd bits of wat they were sayyin, but I saw it in bowth theyr fayces. Thers a fancey wurd fer that, aye. Livvid, I rekkon thats the fellowe. Sevveriuse had turrned up ter help me bulde the forge. An we was gettin on qwite well with it an all. Conssidrin that it was a bit obbviyous that he wuddnt nowe a ball peene from a clawe hamer, he werent doin two bad. His joyntin went a bit wonkey on the ende, but I spose tharts onley ter be espectede. Aneyhows, their we were hamerin away at it, an who shud turne up but prefesser Lupin. I thinke he was a bit supprised ter see us an all. Well, its not the sorrt of thinge that yer see evryday is it? It s a bit speshilised a siydeblarste forge. I arsked if he wantede ter help, but it bein Prefesser Snaypes projecte, he dint wante Remuss hellpin, that was obbviuss. A rigt pitey an all, we cud ave got the werke dunne in harf the tiyme. Well, anyways, ware was I? Oh yes, wen it becayme obviuss they wasnt goin ter be muche yuse, I sent em bowthe off ter look fer an andle fer the bellowes. It semed that Remuse wantede a bit of a qwiete wurde with Snape, an so I thort it be beste if I ewesed a bit of tacked an stayed owt of the way. Well! I was jusst abowt ter go an see if theyd had aney lucke, an I hapenede ter glannse in theyre direcshun, an there was Snape branddisin an axe at Prefesser Lupin! Blimey. I dint esspect ter see that. Damne neare droped me hamer on me foote! An next thinge I knew, Old Snape's sittin on the grownde with a bluddy nowse, and thers Prefesser Lupin, leggin it down the hille! He dint alfe deck him a gude wun. It were certenly a punshe ter be prowde of. A goodley browken nowse, Id say. Blude evrywere. I dint nowe wat ter do. Dint fancey bein hexed fer interfearin nither. I downt rekkon Remus wud do that, even in such a tempper, es a gude sorte. But yer can nevver tell with Snape. So I lefft em to it. I kepte a bit of an iye, jusst in cayse he needed aney help, but I rekkon it was probbably best fer the dignnitty of bowthe prefessers if I din't let on wat I saw. Theys bowthe got theyre priyde arfter all. So I din't say aneythin. Wasnt suppriysed wen Snape dint returne ter the job thow. Yer carnt batter iryon withe a bluddy fayce. I wunder wat it was all abowt? I can sayfley say that I have nevver seene Prefesser Lupin in suche a botther. Sumethin abowt Miss Luveguude? I herd her nayme anyhows. I esspect I'll fiynde owt eventuwally. Its nune of my bissnes arfter all. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
12:26 pm	Lockede to the safehowses... Rigt then. Helo. It's bene a wile. I down't ave muche tiyme for theese mashines if Im onest. I carnt be ar botherred sitin indoores at the keysboared wen thers werk ter be donne. An thers plenntey of werk at the mowment an all. Sinsce I cayme backe from Franse, I avvent stoppde. It were verey nise ter see Owlamp thow. I ave agrede ter go back layter in the sumer ter give her an and with the flyin orses. Shes verry prowde o them orses is my Owlamp. An it werre luveley ter see her. I was verry pleesed an hapy that Hedmisstress Magonagale let me go. Prefesser Snape an I ave setled our diffrinses. I ad a bitt o a thinke arfter our alltercayshun, an I rekkon e's probbley allrigt. Hes beene a yew now wat for yerrs an I aiynt nevver ad no probbleme with him affore. An as I sayd to yung Harry, back in his firrst yer, Sevverus Snape is a Hogarts perfesser! An that menes that Prefesser Dumbledorre trusstes him. It is eezy ter ferget that, wen Dumbledore aint abowt aneymore. I wishe he were. Dam thatt Dayley Profit fer maykin trubble. I downt rekkon I'll be beleevin thinges I reed in the newspappers aneymore. I allays sed theye were ownley gude fer wun thinge, an thates fer linin jarvey cayges. So anyhowe, old Snape, he warnts me ter bilde a forrge, an I'll be werkin on that fer the necst few days. Aneyhow, if aneywone needes aneythin doin, I'll be at the warter mille fixin the weel. Its gettin a bit stiffe, and bestt it is donne beforre it nedes it doin. I allso has my susspishiuns that the neyburrin farm as got a rigt narsty case o slumpey belley, an I warnts ter make sure it downt afect our sheeepe. Is it jusst me, or have alle them chyckkens at the Kipennrose bene a bit noysey jusst laytley? Maybbe it be summethin in theyre feede? Sumetin elsse fer me to kepe a bit of an eyye on I especct. Rigt, welle, I besst be orff. Miynde wat yer up to. (16 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 18th, 2006
12:36 am	Safehowse Lockes an all. Hapy Burtheday Pomona. I got yer a pressente an all. Downt know ifn it'll be to yer likin, anyhowes I left it in a bukket in grenehowse fower. Hope yer has a lovelly day. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
10:43 am	Lockede ter the Sayfehowses, the Ordere an the Cotayge Rrit then. Rigt we ave sum newe liyvestocke and they alle seme ter be setlin in fine. It's the seesun fer bayby larms an its luvelley ter see them alle garmblin an gallumpin abowte. The pare of plowe orsses are getin uwsed ter theyre new home too. Rigt fiyne beestes they are an all. Lovely blacke coates with fiyne wite fethers an maynes an evrithin, juste like a shiyer orse shud be. I bene tryin ter thinke o names fer them all weeke. I wus gowin ter call em Menerrver an Albuss in onor of owr hed teechers but then I thogut that hedmisstres Madgonagale wuld nott reely appreeshiyate bein naymed arfter an orse. So they is caled Betsie an Bonkers, an yer alle welcumm ter pop ruwnde an see em wenevver yer likes. Blimey, I nereley fergot abowt olde Snape's qwestyionarre abowt me defencses. Well theres bene maynie fences rownde ere an I demollished em all. Jusst my litl jowke. Lockede ter Prefesser Snape. I see yer wus wantin ter now abowte my defenses. Sory I had not had time ter anser yer beforre an all, Prefesser, I bene up ter my necke in wurke. Anyhowes, I never pased my exzams but it donte seeme ter be a probleme. I can howlde my owne in aney battel, ande if folkes get too clowse I just hits em with a tree, or watever else commes to hande. Downt rekkon I nede any of yer fancey spelles, in sume cases, it wud seme that sise reeley dose make alle the difrense. Locked ter Preferrer Sprowte. Yer rigt yer knowe. Its abowte tiyme we got downe ter bisness. Praps yer cud come rownde arfter lessins sumtiyme this weke ter disscuss howe we are gowin ter worke besst. I mayde sum cayke an all, yerd be wellcume ter trie it. I thinke it may be a bit stayle, butt it shud be arrigt if we brake the crusstie bits orff. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 19th, 2005
10:03 pm	Locked to Hedmistresse Prefesser McGonagle I did wat yer arseked prefesser, I broke the doore down an all. Only, there were a slite ptobblem with that, yersee. Yunge mister MackMillaine weren't nowere ter be fownde. Im sory prefessere I down't rigtly now wat ter suggeste now. He carnte ave gone very far, can he? I darsay he'll terne up at suppertiyme. Rubeus. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
10:29 pm	Its been a funy olde week and thas the truwth. I bene heerin reports o sum straynge beastie wandrin abowt, so I thogut I'd beter in vesti gayte. I din't finde nuthin owt of the ordnarry at eny of the sayfe howses. I rekkon e's probly wanderde off.. if he egsisted at all. Sumtimes its harde ter tell wether stewdentes are tryin ter pull a faste wun. So anyhows I spent the best parte of the week bein led abowt on sum wilde goos chayse, an then it wer time ter harrvest the pumpekins. Ande terday I culd have sworrn I herd the ducks over at the mill Pond quacking in tune. The worrld has reelly turned on its heade. Locked Priyvate. Now Pomowna Sprowt an I, we been harvestin the pumpekins tergether fer moore years than I'd like ter say. It's a plessant enuf taske, an always gives a grate felin of satisfacshun wen its finly dun. This time it all startid owt as normul an then.. Welle, I thinke praps it were the cold. It were a bit nippey, an old Pomona - she ad a rigt funney turn. Firstley she looked at me all odde, and then before I knew wat was gowin on, she was climin up a pile of pumpekins an lornshin herselff threw the air. Its a wunder she din't do herselff a mischif throwin herselff at me like that. Its all very flatrin an all, but... I ad no ideea she were felin that way.. I thogut she were goin ter kiss me for a mowment, but she din't quiet manage ter reech an its probly juste as well. She's a finne, finne womman is madamm Sprowt, but a littel bit on the wayty side ter be hangin on ter my beerd. Lukkily she ad a sorft landin. Them pumpekins don't alf mayke a mess, an all. And nowe I... Well I down't rigtly nowe wat ter say. I mean, we's nowne eech utther fer years.. An she jusst looked at me all emmbarsssed like, an ran awaye afore I culd say enythin.. Blimey. Now wat do I do? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
9:59 am	Rigt then. Enuffs enuff. I can tayke a joke an all but this morrnin thinges ave got a bit owt of hande. Wich wun of you lot has paynted Ormond purpull? Firste prefesser Lupin an nowe this. I downt knowe wat the worlde is comin to theese dayes. Locked to Pomona Sprout. We ad beter get the rest of them pumpekins harrvested todday if yer has the time. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 30th, 2005
11:34 pm	Locked to Safe houses and Safe People yer knowes who yer are. Thers bene sum rigt ol funny busness goin on rownd ere an mak no mistayke. Somewun sayd they sene a bige black dog an I thort it migt be my Fang fer a bit, but I din't see him. Bene lookin owt evry day. I misses him I does. Poor Fange owt there all on his owne. ..... Sorry bowt that. I'm bak nowe. Anyhowes. Rigt then. Prefesser Magonagal as kindely given me permishun ter starte puttin tergether a new herd o creetures fer the advansed stewdents so I's gowin off ter see wart I can get fer yers all. I hassent set the currycuwlem watsit yet so I can still be a bit flecksible. Does anywun have any creeture that theys really want ter lern abowt? Nuthin dangerouwse, the prefesser sayde. Let me knowe an I will see wat I can do. No promissis minde. An yunge Davy Jownes from Slytherin Howse seems ter have lost his familiyer. If anywun sees a straye browne rat, pleese let me knowe? Only i thinke e's a bit uppset abowt it. Is harde ter telle, yer knowes wat these Slyterines are like - they down't like nowbody ter knowe wen they's uupset. Yunge Davey, he's got a reel knacke withe the aminals an all. A lot of promisse. Thank yers all and minde wat yers up to. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 2nd, 2005
11:07 pm	Locked to the Safehouses Been sum rigt narstey rumers goin abowt. Not that I'm wun fer listnin ter idul gosip minde. An I carnt say nuffin, can I? Old S.. Well it wuldn't be proper. No. No I dont rekon its my playce ter say. Hedmistress Magonagle has my utmoste respect an its nobody elses busniess how she choozes ter run the scool. Aye thas rigt an all. An downt yer ferget it. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 10th, 2005
10:35 am	Locked to the Safe houses and also to prefesser Snape. I got mesself in a right spot of bother over that larst jorneyal entrey so I thogut I'd beter put thinges rigt afore they got owt of hande. I din't mene wat I said abowt Prefesser Snape, I wus jus thinkin alowd and musin over posibbilitiyes jus like aneywun else wold do. So nune of yers beter go gettin any funy idears d'yer all heere me? Espeshaly you, R.. the persone who came ter see me larst nigte.. yer knowes who you are. Of corse Prefesser Magonagle trustes im, she tol me so herselfe juste now in no uncertayne termes. An he sayved me life wen alls saiyde an done so it was very wronge of me ter go sayin them thinges wat I did, an casstin dowbts upon his goode charcter. Rigt then. Thats all I wanterd ter say. Goode day ter yers all. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 8th, 2005
11:34 am	Well I aint never had to apirate a cow befoure. I spose there’s a first time fer evrythin. Anyhows, I thoguht Id beter rite somethin here to let yer all knowe that I’m all rigt, and I’m at the Grifindor safe howse. The cow – his name is Ormond and e’s a High Land Long Haire, fer those of you whose intrestid - belonges to Prefesser Magonagle so minde that yer all treets im nice now. He’s a big softey realy despiyte them ferroshious lookin hornes. It were touch an go for a bit fer me. I had a few giyants ter sort owt in the forst an they mesed up my leg a treet. I duno what I’d ave dun if it weren’t fer Grawp. Hes still owt chasin em I rekon. Its reely shockin wat those Deth Eaters have gon and dunne. Them.. well there aint nice werds fer the likes o them. Distroyin evrythin like they gets their twistid plesur from watchin stuff burn. All them dark arts theys been exposed ter adles theyr brayns til they carnt tell wats desent and truw. Rekon nune of em can even think fer theyselves anyhows with old whastsisfayce in there heds all the time. Tellin em how ter thinke. How ter breeth even. Them basstards burnte my howse down. Jus like that. Thers nothin there now but a few meltted rocks an fer what? I dint ave nothin much of intrest fer deth eaters in there, did I? I tell yer, if I cach old of em they’ll be sory. I carnt say wat I thinkes, not here, not propperley. I aint got the werds to be polliyte. Fang ran of inter the forst an I aint sene im since. An Fidgit flew away an he’s not ment ter be owt on ‘is own in this cliymayte. Thogut I d try ter see what they wus doin ter the scool. Yer dosent want ter now. They was reckin it like they did ter my howse, an then it jus disappered altogtere. Thinges don’t jus disapper like that – tha’s sum powrful magic goin on rigt there. This bit's locked Private I don’t know how long I was in the forst.. kept hearin voices.. Luckey I met old Snape, or Id ave been a goner. Funy bisness that was an all. I been thinkin. Wat were he doin in the forst anyhowes, crepeing up on folks like that? Thogut hed be off with the uthers in a safe playce. He were all invisibble an I thogut he were a goste at firste. No, sayes he, I’s still aliyve, and then there he was all crumped up on the floore in a grate black heep. That’s not rigt that aint. If ever there was a man curssed it wer him. He’s alays been a bit dark an all, we knowes that, but this were diffrnet. He got us ter Prefesser Magonagle’s howse an colapsed in the chare, an tha’s where he stayde. In a rigt bad shape he was. As far as I nows hes still there. The prefesser, an Madame pomfery called with prefesser Lupin, an it were goode ter see frendley fayces an I'm grayteful for all there helpe gettin me backe here an fixin my legge. That Madame Pomfery, she migt be a bit sharpe at tiymes but she nowes wat she's doin aint that the truwthe. I wont here a bad werde againste her. An now this is a supprise but I don’t rekon old Magonagal trusts Snape aneymore. Why else wuld she bringe us all here an then leve him behinde? This is the end of the locked bit I hopes my Fang is alrigt. All alowne owt there. That’s a bad playse ter be alown rigt now. Still, carnt dwell on wats dunne. Now we must try ter put it rigt agayne. So. Rigt then. Here we are. Come an talk ter Hagrid, an telle me how yers all doin? Anywun needin a hande with anythin? (32 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 20th, 2005
10:15 pm	Private Journal. (Yes, he has locked it.. Bless him..) I won't be fergettin larst nigt in a hurrey. Wente ter the forst with Old Snape and that Mad-eye Moodey fellowe. An they dint stop bickerin an bleatin the hole time. Constante Viggilense my arrse. The way they was goin at wun anutther they wudnt ave nowticed a Deathe Eatter if wun had dropped owt of a tree an larnded on em. Ther's bene bad thinges abowt the forst jus laytley. Bad pepple I rekon. Snoupin abowt. Narsty thinges hapenin. Miss Lovegude came ter see me on Sundaye all keene ter help. She allays lovved the forst that one. Well I towld her, I sayd that she ad to looke arfter herself firste, afore she starrted gettin any fansy noshions bowt herdin away the thesstrils or chasin uwnicornes. I sent the Uwnicornes away larst weke, anyhowes. She semed a bit hapier wen I towld er that. Theys not the onley wuns thas gone. The sentors ave retreeted as far as theys ayble. Larst nigt I ad a litle worde with my frend Arragog, towld him to espect plentie of food hedin in his drecshion soon. And I proded an powked a few long stiks in the midste o that sentiyen sent-is-larbry bindywede. Narsty stuff that bindywede. Rekkon anywun aprochin the carstel from that direcshion is goin ter have a bit of a triky time. Well anyhows. There's I.. digin howles and setin a few traps, like the hedmarster sed, and I hapens ter looke ovver me showlder an ther's old Snape diggin up a tree..! The grate lumpin.. Of all the darft bloomin thinges ter be doin at a tiyme like this. I herd he'd been losin his marbbels just laytely an all. It mus be wurse than they all thogut. Well just leeve him to it, Rubeus, sayes I .. the gud prefesser knowes what he's abowt an it aint fer the liykes of me ter finde owt. That's a lot of poshions thoguh. A hole bloomin tree. Blimey. Well .. the forst is as safe as is likley ter be, an it has stired isself up into a rigt old frenzey now an all. Its espectin ter be trod an tramppled. And that forst.. That forst it trampples backe. Locked to Headmaster Dumbledore. Prefesser Dumbledore, Sir, I dun wat yer arsked me to in the forst. Ain nuthin goin ter get threw there in a hury, and thas the truwth. Rubeus. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 18th, 2005
4:18 pm	Rigt then. Rigt. You all herd wat the hedmarster sed the uther weeke. An I nows its clowse te the end of term an all, but some of yer ave still bene traipsin rownd the forst as thoguh what he sayd dunt aply ter you. I culd nayme sum pepple. I sees yer, all the time. But I wont embarse yer terday. You knowes who yer are. Howevver. I'll say this wonse, and wonse only. The forst is a dangerowse playce an is not to be mesed with , d'yer hear? It lokes arfter its own it does. Yer got ter understarnd it beforre yer gows changin it abowt. I don't know wich wun of yers dun it, but I'll finde owt. I will. An then ther'll be trubble. Juste you marke my wurds. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 14th, 2005
1:09 am	Hello, evrreywun. Its bene a bit of a whyle sinse I larst rote ennythin on this as such a lots bene hapenin. Firste off, teching as bene a bit hektick and larst weke Fang had a porely tooth and kepte runin awaye wen I tried to pull it, the sily olde buggr ande he mises havinge Seeker arownde an alle so thers bene lotts of howlin. Sory abowt that. The vegtibl patche has bene kepin me bisy too wat with al the springe rayn, perticlarlee the cabidges nowe the slugges ave gorn. Howpe you alle like cabidges. Wel, ther was a staffe meytin larst nigt but I maneged ter miss it on accownt of yung Gullevar nedin sum fresh ayre an a bit mor stayke. Hope I dint miss ennythin imporetante. (7 Comments |Comment on this)