| Rest in Peace |
[May 14 2010 / 11:47pm] |
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Dorcas Anne Smethwyk, née Meadowes
April 2, 1960 - May 14, 1980
Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
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| THURS: May 13, 1980 -- a little before 4 am |
[May 13 2010 / 10:21am] |
I really do hate being at the station sometimes. I know it's because he trusts me, but I am left utterly alone there from 7 at night to 3 in the morning. I had to do it tonight/this morning/however you want to look at it, too, and I'm not normally on on Wednesdays. At least it means I'm not on tomorrow/tonight/again, however you want to look at it as it's nearly four in the morning. I will be sitting there, alone and bored all Friday night and it will bite.
( Jack, Doc, Fab, Gid )
Ready, boys? Not that I can guarantee he'll take the bait.
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| FRI: May 7th, 1980 -- morning [BACKDATED] |
[May 09 2010 / 08:25pm] |
( Gideon, Fabian, Doc )
I talked to Jack last night. He wants to be with you boys in the ambush party. I said okay. So we're on for this. Let's wait and see if an opportunity to provoke the bastard arises, otherwise we'll think of something more direct.
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| THURS: May 6, 1980 -- 4:15 pm |
[May 06 2010 / 04:15pm] |
( Private )
I still haven't told Jack about the plan. I know the boys must be getting impatient, even if none of them have said anything so far. It's not that I'm afraid to tell him - okay, maybe it's a little of that. He got angry last time in the hospital room and he didn't even know I'd done it on purpose. But I mean, we've also just been busy. They've been pulling me into meetings at the station and I think they're probably going to ask me to do the morning show instead, where I'll get more listeners, which is good. And he's had a lot of shifts at the hospital that have been badly timed. I just haven't been able to sit him down and discuss it.
Okay. I'm off tonight, though. I just need to tell him.
( Jack )
What time will you be home tonight, sweetheart?
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| THURS: April 15, 1980 -- 11:25 am |
[April 15 2010 / 10:25am] |
( Private )
Merlin. I'm married. I'm fucking married. I--
Wow.
I really had no intention of this happening when I warded that to him. That was all him... God, my mum's going to kill me, but at least dad will stop with the "living in sin" shite.
Dori Smethwyk. Mrs Dorcas Smethwyk. I did change my name. No feminism ideals or hyphenated shite like Mary did. I want to be Mrs Smethwyk. Doesn't stop that from looking weird though. Wearing a ring is weird, too. Especially since I got the both of them in one night.
Oh my God. The ring. He'd already had a bloody ring! He admitted he'd ordered it a few weeks ago but just hadn't picked it up yet. He was going to bloody propose! Why is it that that excites me more than the fact that we already skipped the crazy shite and just got it done at the Ministry?
Should it bother me that I didn't get the big wedding? I mean, he said it himself I could have had one. But... I don't know. This seems more... us. Even with the whole journal proposal and talk of vomit. Yeah, definitely more us.
God, I fucking love this man.
Which I suppose is important.
( /Private )
( Order and Friends )
Soooo...
Just so you know, I got married last night.
Okay, now please turn your attention back to Marly. Especially since she's actually doing it right with the dress and flowers and shite. You can say your congratulations and whatnot now, but I will hex anyone who says it or demands to see my ring on Saturday.
( /Order and Friends )
( Jack )
I love you. Just in case you were still wondering. Becoming your wife and all probably still left some things up for debate.
( /Jack )
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| WED: April 14, 1980 -- 7:19 pm |
[April 14 2010 / 07:19pm] |
( Marly )
You ready for this? Wanna get pissed?
( Marly & Remus's Wedding Guests - Marly & Remus can also read )
All right. My best mate in the entire world is getting married in just three days. Some of you have positions in the wedding party. The rest of you? Your job is to smile and make her happy. This means: no complaining about your waist or arse size in your dress, your pale skin, your growing belly-spawn, how itchy your tux is, how you look like a penguin in it, or any of that. This is Marly's day and she will be happy. Well, Remus, too. But as the maid of honor it's only my job to make sure everything is perfect for her. Sirius, you take care of Remus. James, Peter, you help too.
On second thought, maybe I ought to take care of Remus, too... Yes, Sirius, this means I have absolutely no faith in you, other than that you will make sure the liquor stores remain sufficiently replenished at all times.
( Jack )
This wedding shite is absolute madness, by the way. When If When you and I ever get married, we may have to bloody elope. Just saying. That or I'll take extreme pleasure from exacting my revenge on her and making her maid of honor. One or the other.
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| FRI: March 26, 1980 -- 4:55 pm |
[March 26 2010 / 04:54pm] |
Private. Order can read.
Marly got hurt, bumped her head. She's been out since. Remus and I've been waiting in her room. I think they all know me by now and are tired of pointing out I'm not family. I'm not fucking going anywhere and I'd like to see them try and make me. Nevermind that I actually had a shift. It's my last day. What are they going to do, fire me? They won't tell me anything, though, but Jack's awesome. He let me know she's going to be fine and they're just waiting for her to wake up. He brought lunch earlier. I'll probably venture down soon, though. It's almost teatime.
I'm glad I didn't write in here earlier. My words would not have been so... calm. Tomorrow I have my first night on my new Wireless show. I had expected that to be much more entertaining but now I'm going to be having one hell of a time making myself not wax philosophical or rant political. I'll just play a lot of Celestina, I think.
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| THURS: March 18, 1980 -- 7:01 am |
[March 18 2010 / 11:41am] |
Oh, God. Hungover. And at work in the morning (I had to be here at bloody five in the morning). I thought I outgrew hangovers years ago. Isn't a side effect of having Irish blood that you're immune to them or something? I think it should be.
Private.
And there's that bloody Order training session tonight, which is the only reason why I'm at work in the morning instead of my one to ten shift that would have meant I could have slept in a little later... Who's brilliant idea was it for a training session the day after St. Patty's? I don't care how badly I've been wanting them to hurry up and schedule this.
That bloody owl from the WWN needs to come so I know whether or not I can quit this bloody job.
Bloody bloody bloody. Fuck.
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| WED: February 24, 1980 -- 5:29 pm. |
[February 24 2010 / 05:29pm] |
Moody.Jack knows. I'm sorry I /Moody.
Jack. -- added after Moody yells at her.So I finally told Moody that I told you and it's really important you come with me to his office tonight so he can yell at me properly. Please? /Jack.
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