Angelina Johnson

( Angelina Chantal Johnson )

I am incredibly excited and grateful for the fact that Quidditch is being reinstated here in the UK. It's not the same, but at least it is something Selfishly, though, it's mostly because now I have a reason to go flying every single day again and thus I am allowed to do so...

I may not be a seer but I'm going to go ahead a wager that the Derrick household is going to become a rather, uh, tense one during the season; he owns Pride of Portree, I'll be playing on the Falcons THANK YOU ALEX FOR PICKING ME BEFORE I GOT STUCK WITH HIS TEAM Things will be interesting to say the least...

Roger, I do hope you are bringing me (brought?) home a token from your trip to the continent! I might have to pout and pretend I'm angry if you did not.

Ever get those feelings where you're forgetting where you come from? I think it's about time I see Fred Lee Alicia about visiting my parents. I keep saying I'm going to and keep putting it off. I'm such a horrid daughter, I know.

ROGER DAVIES.

I have come to the conclusion that I scared you away with my stunning beauty and the token of such beauty. Stop being a coward and talk to me.

That is all.







(It's been too long, really. Clearly I've lost my mind if I find myself missing my conversations with you.)

Either a Boggart has somehow found its way into our pantry, or the rumored zombie apocalypse has begun. Of course it would happen while Thomas is away... and Boggart or Zombie, there's shite I can do about either of them without a wand...

If anyone needs me, I have sufficiently barricaded myself into my bedroom, shoving all furniture in front of the door and windows and am now hiding in my closet.

I maintain that I did not shriek like a girl. Nope. NOT AT ALL. I was a big brave Gryffindor as I ran and HID.

You know what I'm surprised no one has managed to create? A spell or device that will tell someone immediately if the are doing the right thing or the wrong thing... or at least the thing that is best for them to do at any given time. This isn't coming from anything in particular, mostly as I'm starting to read and contemplating why the bloody hell certain characters would even THINK of doing what they are doing...

Then again, I suppose with everyone having their own moral compass set differently from the rest of the world, it would be rather hard to make a universal devise like that. Unless it factored in gifts of Divination, and being able to accurately predict which path would bring the best outcome...








Why, yes, I am sitting at home tonight feeling absolutely stir crazy. Was it that obvious?


Thomas, a ward please?

Since I can't seem to fall asleep lately Book recommendations for someone who dabbles in leisurely reading and hasn't read a really good book in... well, it's been awhile.

Suggestions for alternative means of keeping oneself entertained when one cannot seem to fall asleep easily at night would be acceptable as well, just keep in mind said suggestions ought to be of the quiet variety.

It would appear that I've missed out on all the fun tonight. Oi. Always seems to happen like that.

Without the aid of a time turner, and let's face it, most (or all) of those had been destroyed years ago, it is impossible to relive the past. Some people would also state that it is foolish to even contemplate it, and would be reckless to do so if a way was somehow discovered. Past is simply that, past.

I do find that interesting, though, to ponder. Simply because humans, no matter their social status or rank, all seem to have these things they cling to from many years ago. Despite the fact that we will never be able to get that back, those moments are gone, there's this part of us that aches for it. The "good ol' days".

I wonder why we don't have the ability to simply treasure the memories and move on. Chop them up to lessons learned, experiences lived, etc... and keep going forward with whatever life throws at us. Sometimes we'll catch the Quaffle, and sometimes we'll be hit with a Bludger... Time constantly moves forward, it's the natural progression of the way things are. Yet while time moves forward we continuously look backward. Are we all just prisoners of our past?

"What once was..."
"What could have been"
"I should have done..."
"We could have done..."
"What if..."
"Remember the days..."
"Like we used to be..."
"I was happy then..."
"Things were simple then..."

Sometimes I think our memory serves as our greatest hindrance, and biggest stumbling block, despite the fact that is equally our greatest chance of growth and survival. It makes for an interesting dichotomy. My heart is aching for things and people in my past that I've long lost, or have currently misplaced, and what hurts the most is knowing that I can't simply go back to them. I can't say a spell and make it all better. A friend once told me that when your heart was breaking all you could do was pick up the pieces and keep moving forward, eventually the pieces will fit together again. We were discussing this in a manner that was directly related to romantic love, but I think it could relate to any sort of heartache. Perhaps.

Or, maybe our inability to let go isn't our greatest weakness, but our biggest strength. I'm not sure. Either way, from both a personal standpoint and as an observer of others, it seems that it is human nature to hold on with all we have to our past.

I apologise for rambling, I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. So much on my mind and the nearest thing to me was my journal. I think it's about time I actually go visit with my parents.

It's odd, but I'm actually rather excited for this weekend to come. I just have a feeling it will be a lot more fun than I've had in a considerable amount of time. Even if I'm still surrounded by Death Eaters. It IS Quidditch after all, how can Quidditch NOT be fun?

It's been awhile since I've written, and I do hope all is well with everyone. Things have been rather, well, hectic lately and I'm still processing what it all means. I had fun on a date with my betrothed. The Death Eater. I had fun. I'm looking forward to spending all day tomorrow surrounded by Death Eaters because it means I can play Quidditch? Does this make me a traitor to my cause? Are they changing me? Am I losing my mind? Though, before I get a lot of worried replies, I don't mean hectic in a bad way, exactly. I've been legitimately busy, not simply laying around in pain from Dolohov's whip.

Thomas, darling, I'm going to spend the afternoon shopping. Both for a gift for the bride & groom, as well as some new clothes for me. I don't seem to have many that lend well for athletic purposes, such as Quidditch. While I am out, is there anything you need me to pick up?

I'd rather be surrounded by Death Eaters playing Quidditch and doing something that makes me happy, than I would going to a forced wedding, regardless if the bride is a ninny who is happy to marry her Death Eating husband. This doesn't make me a bad person, does it? It's not like Lavender and I were ever the closest of friends, after all...

Perhaps I'll add new Quills to my list of things to buy.

Bloody hell. I'm in the mood for dancing. Not that pansy arse the type of dancing we do in our formal attire at weddings, but going out, slinging the drinks back, and dancing. Walking into a dimly lit pub, music flooding the entire joint.. it's standing room only at the bar, and games are being had in the corner of the room (I swear I've seen people attempt to get the pieces to a Wizarding Chess set drunk before!), but none of that matters because it's in the center of the place where the rest of the world just melts away. The dance floor. There's no real room to walk on the dance floor, so you if you're trying to get from one place to another, you have to dance your way there... I need to stop thinking about this, however, as there are no wizarding pubs left that are really worth going dancing in - not in the UK at least those sort of places are best meant to be enjoyed between the hours of 11pm and 4am... long after my curfew Which is, clearly, problematic.

Thomas, darling, I do so hope you are a fan of dancing, as it would be inappropriate for me to do such things without you after we're wed, but don't think I won't drag you out to a pub like that at least once a month.

GAG ME WITH A BLOODY SPOON. EVEN WRITING THAT IS PAINFUL

After all I happen to have a gorgeous blue dress at my parents house that I've yet to wear out on a dance floor. Which I happen to think is a crime.

I would like to formally apologise to those I offended yesterday, particularly to the bride and groom. My humor was disrespectful and in poor taste. Please accept these apologies.

Apparently the next few days will be spent healing miserable rather busy, so I likely won't be moving be gracing the pages with my handwriting. I wouldn't be surprised if my journal comes up missing hope that you don't miss me too much while I am otherwise preoccupied.

I want my mum.

[OCC: What her entry looked like prior to Thomas forcing her to cover the page in ink]

When did it become socially acceptable to go on and on how lovely the ceremony was after a funeral and how much fun one had attending?

When I get married I'm going to have everyone wear black. It is, after all, very fitting of the situation

I miss the days when things were simpler and my world made sense. I miss playing Quidditch for hours on end, practising, scrimmaging, matches... nothing in the world could possibly go wrong so long as I had my broom and I was chasing the Quaffle. I thought I hated it back then, but I'd honestly take the days of petty gossip and "OH MY GOSH DID YOU HEAR WHO X LIKES?!!?!?!" Even in all the silly teenage dramatics, things.. made sense.

Mostly, I'm wondering what life would be like, right now, if I hadn't walked away from the Wigtown Wanderers after George died- when I did. It seems everything has been flipped upside down after- now that I am not playing Quidditch...

I don't regret what I did - leaving the team and helping out with the Order. I only hope that I made a difference when I could. I hope I did something that makes THIS worth it

Maybe even just a small pick-up game of Quidditch just for fun would be nice. Not that anyone I want to play with could play. Bugger this SHITE

I think that I'd very much like to spend one entire weekend doing NOTHING but playing Quidditch. And then of course, celebratin' the game in a pub after. Guess this means I still haven't grown into a "lady" yet. And am clearly unfit to be wed, HINT HINT

Hmm. To write in these journals is to have my words words read by the entire wizarding world what's left of it, or at least those who have access to a journal. If I chose to write anything of substance, anything that truly matters to me, it would be as if appearing naked in front of people that I would never dare to be so vulnerable for. I will not so willingly relinquish such power to anyone.

To fill a journal with meaningless chatter, as clearly I would not write anything important with so many prying eyes, it seems rather... mundane. As if I am speaking just to hear my own voice, writing just to confirm that I am alive. If you could even call this being alive

Despite my feelings that I might be better off not writing in this journal, my heart longs for those I miss, and if this is the only way I stand a chance at a reconnection than so be it. That, my friends, is my long and rambling way of saying hullo. I have finally come to the decision that the good outweighs the risk in writing here.