Peter Anderson Holmes

[private]

Fell asleep on Matt last night in the waiting room. I'd been trying to distract myself, since Michael was still unconscious and they were only allowing a few of us in at a time. We'd gone for coffee and we were talking, and next thing I knew I was waking up, propped on his shoulder. I'm glad he didn't shrug me off. It was oddly... comfortable.

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[Fred]

Seriously. Have you had a chance to sleep? Need anything? Everyone keeps saying things are fine now, but I hate it every time they decide there are too many of us there and people suggest I go rest up. Feel like I ought to be doing something.

[/Fred]

I learned this morning that if you make miniature Quidditch players who are Beaters, you ought to also make certain they can't hit anything too far, or you're likely to be ducking. Quickly. Might work better if I slept more before working the charms.

( private )

Oops.

[Colin & Matt]
I. Um. Michael. Theatre. Saw me.

I'm out.

Drunk too.
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[The hex is cast poorly and may well be read by other Longbottoms (flip a coin!). The writing is very VERY careful.]

So, I've been busy. Like, really busy, not just buried in the shop sorts of busy. And I found this journal today under a pile of shirts I tossed on the table because I didn't have time to fold them and realized that I've been so busy I haven't written or talked to anyone who wasn't a customer in weeks, I think.

This may be continuing, but on the good side, found a cheap pub and have determined that sleep isn't always necessary.

( private to Michael )

( private )

You know that saying about how if you can't remember the past you're doomed to repeat it? I don't think it really matters whether you remember or forget; it's easy to repeat the little things that make you feel like an idiot whether you remember them or not.

( hexed private )

Well, that's been an interesting couple of weeks. Mum had a bit of the flu and everyone else had a reason why they couldn't go home to help her out, so it fell to me. Just got back last night and the Mess is well, Messier than ever. Not entirely sure what Mervin's been up to, but it seems to have involved more collecting and less organizing than usual. If you come into the shop you might not be able to find me: he's actually managed to make piles of things that are higher than my head! They don't look too terribly stable, either.

Going out for a pint tonight if anyone wants to join me. I'll attack the Mess in the morning.

( private to James Potter )

Still feels bloody odd that everyone's back at school and we're not. But I think what I'm missing most is seeing all you folks talk about getting ready for drama this year. I know you'll be brill and all, but it's weird to think I won't be backstage this time around.

So I've been thinking, there has to be some community theatre around, right? Does anyone know of any, or do I have to go back out into the Muggle community? Mum'd be dead pleased if I started hanging around more Muggles; she'd also try to set me up with a few, I'm sure.

Is anyone else interested in getting back into the theatre?

Hit my head on the door frame. Again.

Been in this flat a month now and the biggest thing I've figured out? It's bloody well quiet. It's nice not finding someone else's stuff mixed in with mine, and the place stays clean. No one's yelling, no one's elbowing me out of the way. Never actually had my own room before this.

But it's also too quiet to sleep. Quill woke me up just by walking across the dresser last night. Don't think I've slept a full night through since I moved in.

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