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| 11:35pm 05/12/2003 |
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mood:  horny music: Moony growling
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Sirius has been singing those damn carols all week. Today, though, he had to sing his version of his favorite carol at the top of his lungs in front of Sev's office. He doesn't like me going down there before the full alone. We're not doing anything, Siri!
Besides, Moony only wants his mate. Badly!
Where the hell is he anyway?
Pacing, Remus |
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| Between classes.... |
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| 11:39am 03/12/2003 |
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mood:  devious music: Uninvited - Alanis Morissette
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Full moon's in five days...already starting to feel the itch. It's barely there, just under the skin, but there nonetheless.
Took another memegen and this one's interesting, to say the least:
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| Between classes |
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| 10:54am 01/12/2003 |
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mood:  busy music: students filing in
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Saw this somewhere, and thought I'd take it.
So, let's see what everyone's battle cry is! And with the schedule I have today, this may well be my battlecry all day!
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| 11:14pm 30/11/2003 |
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mood:  horny music: Sirius growling
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*evil grin*
I finally have something on him! Need more time to sort it out though, so won't say just what yet.
Stopped at Harry and Ginny's today and hid all of Sirius's presents. Seems we're of one mind. Have been pretty much since seventh year! Our bond's rather strong that way.
Came back just in time to see Siri leave for Harry's.
And now....he's watching me with a delicious twinkle in his eye!
Is that...? I'll get the whipped cream! |
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| Going shopping... |
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| 11:29am 29/11/2003 |
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mood:  devious music: Siri singing in the shower
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Christmas shopping with Siri is always a treat...and who knows, if he's a good puppy, he may just get a very good treat!
Sev continues to bait him, but Siri's been wonderful about it.
There's no point in me being nasty to Sev, he just feeds on it and Siri is being so good about it, I want to keep him happy. I did a few quizzes myself:
 Your soul is bound to the First Totem, Ares: The Dove.
Ares appears as a pearl dove. She embodies love, peace, balance, and devotion. She is associated with the color pearl, the season of transition, and the element of love. Her downfall is idolization.
You are most compatible with Wolves and White Stags.
Which Animal Spirit Totem Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
I am compatible with Moony. What a fucking surprise!
Siri's singing in the shower. Time to join in... |
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| Some of these are highly accurate... |
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| 02:09pm 28/11/2003 |
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mood:  horny music: Ar Galon Digorr - Celtic Circle
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Double DADA with the seventh years over and I have a free period before the fourth years come in an hour....so, quizzes it is!
 Your So Horny You could Burst At ANY Moment! You know what you want, and you get it!
How Horny Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
That picture does nothing to alleviate my current 'situation'.
Fuck, Sirius is still in class! |
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| Waiting for Siri... |
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| 07:16am 28/11/2003 |
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mood:  hungry music: Keening of the Three Marys - Celtic Circle
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He's been in the loo for twenty minutes already! *shouts* Let's go already!
I'm starved! Can't wait to get to the Great Hall. It's finally Friday. Hogsmeade weekend. Need to pick-up a few Christmas gifts.
Siri's got me addicted to these damn quizzes:
*shudder*
Well that's highly unlikely!
Did you know there was a book about us?
A pervert that's about to blow the door down, if you don't get your arse of that bathroom, Siri!
I'm fucking starving! |
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| The MemeGen Game |
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| 03:29pm 26/11/2003 |
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mood:  content music: Swaying-Train-Train
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Since when have I been heterosexual, Siri?
Here are your memes.
HA! I beat you!
I'm up for anything, but I'll be damned if you come anywhere near my arse with your fist! |
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| Making up can be such fun |
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| 03:18pm 26/11/2003 |
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mood:  amused music: Swaying-Train
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Not going into details about last night. I will only say that Sirius is rather skilled on his knees begging for forgiveness!
Classes have gone well today, thank Merlin. Severus has done his best in staying away from Siri today, which I'm thankful for.
Hermione's quizzes looked interesting, so I took a few. I see Sirius also enjoyed them!
I'm not a voyeur, and my virginity left me long before 22, but I will agree with the other assessments of that meme. Pleasuring Siri is my obsession!
 As if you were born into a world of tears, you always tend to look at the darker things in life. Inside you crave attention yet push away society, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawn to things like the occult and mysteries, you spend your time daydreaming of "What If's".
What Type of Soul Do You Have ? brought to you by Quizilla I told you were soulmates, Siri!
 Your soul is bound to the Glass Rose: The Fragile.
"My heart lies somewhere between perfection and dust. And while my soul is a sight to behold, I shatter at the blink of an eye."
The Glass Rose is associated with perfection, beauty, and frailty. It is governed by the goddess Aphrodite and its sign is the Looking Glass, or Tenuous Love.
As a Glass Rose, you have a beautiful soul and naturally attract people to you. Love comes naturally to you, but it hardly ever lasts. Though you embody the perfect form of love, your own faults are your own undoing.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To? brought to you by Quizilla My own faults have caused me much pain, yes
I'll so more in a minute. The headmistress is here. |
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| It's seventh year, all over again |
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| 12:24am 25/11/2003 |
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mood:  angry music: Haunted - Evanescence
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He tries. I know he does. I just wish he'd stop reminding me of my past. It wasn't an easy time for me while he was in Azkaban. The entire time, I couldn't accept that he'd do it. That he'd betray our best friends and hand them over to Voldemort to be slaughtered. But, he wasn't the same Siri I knew in school. It started in seventh year, and it was my fault for being so secretive. But, orders are orders and Moody was not a man to fuck with.
My world shattered the day he was sent to Azkaban. I spent the first few years brooding and feeling out of place everywhere I went. I've explained all this to Sirius already, I just need to get it off my chest and put all this to rest, once and for all.
Ten years after Sirius was sent to Azkaban, Severus and I found each other. We were both looking for an escape. He, from the Death Eaters he'd betrayed by spying for Dumbledore, and I from the constant reminders of Sirius in everything and anything I ever saw, felt or did in the wizarding world. We became friends, to a degree. Friendship became something more and we were lovers for a time.
Severus always knew, I didn't love him, and that I never could. We needed each other. When Sirius returned in Harry's third year, he knew it was over. Even before I said anything. No words were exchanged or vows of any kind. We share memories. Memories we both needed to create. Sirius, of course, was more than upset when I told him. But, I couldn't NOT tell him. He'd eventually find out and it was better he hear it from me than Sev. And Sev would have enjoyed tormenting him with the news of our affair.
Sirius still doesn't trust me. I can't say that I blame him. I've been secretive for many years and about so many things in my life with him. There are just so many things in my life I've had to hide for years. But, I've learned not hide things from Padfoot. He sniffs everything out eventually.
Sev's enjoying this way too much and that's going to stop now. Don't make me retaliate, Sevvie! If you keep pushing Sirius, I may just let the dog loose in the dungeons!
Well, this has to be the longest journal entry I've ever made. Siri's finally asleep. I can go and sneak in beside him now. I'm still angry with him, but I can't not sleep beside him.
Off to bed, finally. |
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
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| 07:57pm 23/11/2003 |
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mood:  pissed off music: Hang-Matchbox Twenty
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Damn the fucking skeletons in the closet of my fucked up life.
I was only a few minutes late. I was talking to Sev about the 75-point deduction after the head of house meeting and by the time I got back to our chambers, Siri was livid. He doeesn't think before his hot head takes over and he had to let slip the fact that Sev and I were involved while he was in Azkaban in front of Harry and Hermione.
Goddamn it Sirius!
He's pacing in the room now while I'm in our bed typing in this entry.
I don't need to justify it to anyone. But the look on Harry's face, was enough to piss me off enough to storm out of the room.
I'm too fucking pissed to keep typing and Sirius is coming in with his tail between his legs. He can infuriate me and still look at me with those giant puppy dog eyes and I can't fucking stay mad at him. Even when he's completely unreasonable!
Damn you and your gorgeous eyes! |
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| 05:25pm 21/11/2003 |
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mood:  devious music: Peeves cackling again
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His 75-point deduction puts Slytherin back in the lead.
Sirius is up to something, I just know it.
Classes were easy today. One double-period with the fourth year Slytherin-Gryffindors and amazingly enough, all limbs were in tact. No homework this weekend. Hogsmeade weekend. Siri and I have plans of our own, and I don't intend on having to share him with his workload again.
DO NOT ASSIGN homework, Paddy!
Off to make him moan!
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| 10:05pm 18/11/2003 |
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mood:  drunk music: Paddy laughing
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I really shouldn't drink rum. It's not a good thing. Pissed werewolf, not good. Padfoot's laughing at me. It was his fucking fault, I'm drunk. Well, not drunk. He's fucking pissed. I'm just happy. That's me, Happy Happy Moony.
Yes, I tattooed your arse. It's my property, no one gets in there but me!
Want more? I can still pour, just hand me your glass. Hand me the glass, Siri. Not with your feet, your hands, you silly git. |
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| Peaceful night |
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| 10:10pm 09/11/2003 |
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mood:  calm music: The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt
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I love chocolate ice cream. Okay, so I love chocolate in general. Don't know exactly when it started. Just did.
Just like Siri. Don't know when it started, just know that it did. I think on some level, I know it started the moment we met. Just feels like it was longer than that. Like I loved him before. Damnit! I'm fucking nostalgic!
That usually happens the day after, it's okay. I like you nostalgic. You like me any way I am. No, I think it's the tea set.
The chipped tea set? Oh, yeah... Lily told me you nagged her mercilessly for days to go shopping with you for my Christmas present that year. I miss her.
Anyway, transformation was much better this time. Massage was extremely wonderful, luv and I promise to reciprocate when all my joints have agreed to stop complaining.
I'll be teaching the fourth years Patronuses tomorrow. Merlin help me! I have Hufflepuffs and Slytherins in the morning. *groan*
Just enjoying a very peaceful cup of tea with Siri at the moment. Padfoot?
He's asleep. *whispers* Love you.
Good night all. |
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| Siri loves Fridays. |
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| 06:17am 07/11/2003 |
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mood:  devious music: Siri's moans
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He always has. I love Fridays because of him. They're different now than they used to be. In school, they were the days Siri and I could escape under the pretense of some Marauder prank planning or the occassional Hogsmeade trip together. Siri was usually serving one detention or another on a Friday night. Gave me time to finish my homework and wait up for him, invisibility cloak in hand, ready for a kitchen raid.
After Hogwarts, they were the days Siri and I could escape under the pretense of gathering evidence for the Order or doing surveillance for the Ministry. Siri was usually sent off someplace and we'd spend hours on the mirror just being together.
When he was sent away, they were the days I'd spend in front of the hearthrug, with a few bottles of Ogden's and bitter memories. *growl* Moony's restless.
*groan* He's turned over and wow...I still can't believe he's here. In my bed. Looking completely ... delicious.
Remus? Mmm, hungry? |
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| Moony's rising |
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| 12:15am 06/11/2003 |
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mood:  predatory music: Siri's breathing
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The itch is there. Just in the back of my mind. A reminder of Moony's iminent arrival.
Siri's great about it as usual, he's even stopped growling at Severus when he stops by with the Wolfsbane.
I can't sleep at the moment. Moony's restless. Siri looks so peaceful right now. *growl*
My Siri. Still getting used to that. *growl* Need to get him some more of those leather trousers. Merlin if he didn't look absolutely wonderful in those. *growl* Down Moony.
I should really try to get some sleep.
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| Tormenting Harry |
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| 10:34pm 04/11/2003 |
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mood:  devious music: Let's Dance - David Bowie
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We meant to help out more over the weekend at Harry's place, but well, full moon's around the corner, we were in a large guest room with a very inviting bed, in a large drafty castle. You do the math.
I had every intention of cleaning, Harry, honestly. But, Sirius walks into the room wearing those infernal leather trousers I bought him for his birthday and all resolve went out the window. You really need to wear those more often, luv. *growls* |
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| Mmmmm, Chocolate Padfoot |
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| 09:26pm 30/10/2003 |
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mood:  horny music: Sirius singing 'Sexual Healing' by Marvin Gaye
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Siri needs to be better about putting his things away. His housecleaning usually involves his going through his old things. Pictures, letters, things of that nature. He keeps them tucked away in a box and once in a while, he leafs through it all, leaving a terrible mess. He was in such a hurry to put things away today before supper, he left his old journal out. I had forgotten he had that thing. How could I forget Sirius Black’s nose buried in a notebook most of seventh year!
He was reading the entry on my birthday—a memory I treasure. Two of my favourite things to savour, Sirius and chocolate. You are rather yummy in chocolate, luv. You made one hell of a canvas for that paint. I do remember doing my best to keep you from writing in that damn journal that morning. Long, strokes... I remember long, languid, deliciously, chocolate strokes.
*grin* Just read the entry on the 20th. Good thing you got a new desk, luv. I wonder what she did with the old one. We should christen yours, Siri—not a bad idea, though.... there’s still a bit of chocolate left over from last night. Now where’s the whipped cream? |
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| I'm here, Siri |
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| 03:56pm 29/10/2003 |
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mood:  complacent music: Caoineadh Na Mara/Amen (Lament of the Sea—William Coulter
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How I let him suck me into these things, I will never know. But, here I am, typing into some muggle contraption to appease my husband, Sirius Black and his godson.
So I suppose this is where I introduce myself. I am Remus J. Lupin, Head of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where I teach Defence Against the Dark Arts.
I have a stack of essays to read through at the moment, so I will update more at a later time.
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