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Thu, Nov. 4th, 2004, 03:51 pm

I'm back now at the house. Seems nothing burned down while I was away, which is a good sign. Not that I'd really care beyond the fact that all my books are inside it, and the fact that I'd have no other place to reside at. Well, I'm sure I could always pay for room and board at Hogwarts if it was absolutely neccessary, but I highly doubt that that plan would go through well at all. I supposed why I wouldn't care is because I have no sentimental value to this place. No memories, at least. Well, none that I'd like to, or deem worthy enough to, remember.

Well, it seems like more Order work was delivered to me while I was away. I best get to it before I completely push it aside.

Maybe I'll get a chance to read something. I feel like a good fairytale tonight.

Yes, old men do read fairytales at times. Mind you, not all the time but it happens. I've never gotten tired of Peter Pan.

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Sat, Oct. 16th, 2004, 05:32 pm

I need to write something in here as I've successfully put aside this journal long enough. It's not like I've been finding too much to do around here. That's the problem, really. There isn't much for me to do over here. I don't think the garden needs another deweeding (nor a degnoming, either), and there are just so many times that you can read a book, and stay enchanted within it's pages. Don't get me wrong. I could read certain books over and over, but it's not too productive. I'd just get absorbed in it, and become depressed when I realize that I cannot be a part of that world that I love.

The weather is nice though. Downright freezing in the mornings before the sun even begins to peer over the horizon. But as the sun begins to warm to cold Earth, the weather takes a turn for the better. Freezing weather turns to chilly weather. The wolf himself prefers the colder weather more than I do, as I get cold very easily. I'm not too fond of this weather; too cold-blooded. He isn't though. He seems to be hot-blooded through and through. I guess there really is a wolf in me. But I also suppose that's what comes with fall. Despite the change in weather, fall has been and always will be my favourite time of the year. It's when the leaves change colours and fall, making the forest floor surrounding my small cabin vibrant, in a sense. Sometimes this place needs a change in colour at times. I watch Nature more often than I have in the past. I don't know why, though. Part of me realizes the war that is just there on the brink, and wants to see all that he can. Because tomorrow could be the start of the next war, and I can clearly remember all those people that were lost to me and others during the first war.

I'm ready for anything, yet I am not at the same time. I have so many things that I haven't done. Granted, I've lived well beyond my years. A werewolf's life span is not supposed to go very far, with their heightened metabolism. Each transformation takes a little away from our human self's. I'm surprised myself that I have lived this long. But despite that, I have so much that I haven't accomplished. I want to learn how to make the Wolfsbane Potion, and distribute it out to local Lycanthropes, so they can control themselves when they change. I try not to be a selfish man. I know that this is not always possible, but I try not to be. I'd prefer to be selfless if I had the choice. I realize that that choice is not always possible though.

Another Full Moon is in about two week's time. I'm not really looking forward to it. Perhaps Snuffles might come by to help me with it. The Powers That Be knows how it helps my transformations at times. That's the only way that I'd ever enjoy a Moon. Only way.

Hestia just flew up with a small package. Most likely more of something to do research on. Anything is better than nothing. Ah. Only the Daily Prophet. And with it, more bad news. I've gotten to the point of dreading what appears on the pages of it. More bad news follows nearly every day. And who knows what is the truth? I would give anything to be there right now. Some extra protection, perhaps. Who knows how much they would need had Voldemort really been sighted near Hogwarts. I pray to the Gods that that report was untrue.

And even worse, Albus Dumbledore's current condition. I really am worried about him. He's not a man to fall ill at the wave of a hand. Come to think about it, I rarely ever saw him sick; when I was a lad at Hogwarts or even when I was teaching there. Yes. I am really worried about his state. Perhaps I'll visit Hogwarts soon to see some of my old students as this is probably a very worrisome time for them. I know it is for me.

Thu, Oct. 7th, 2004, 09:01 pm
Hullo! ^___^

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