w i l l  ☠
22 June 1979 @ 01:02 am
five  
That's Auror Jugson, to you lot. For real this time.
 
 
w i l l  ☠
29 May 1979 @ 10:53 pm
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Wow, Gryffindor girls are real bitches. Stupid bitches, I might add.
 
 
w i l l  ☠
05 April 1979 @ 03:21 am
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( Rhys )

Spring's here---my allergies are ready to pop my eyes out of their sockets.
 
 
w i l l  ☠
25 March 1979 @ 02:45 pm
two  
Nott, Dearborn. heh Once Juliet gets better, what say you about a...oh, I don't know. A celebration of sorts. All the ladies are the best of friends, it would be such a treat.

In other news, lemon cake sucks. And so does French. I am a simple country boy from Scotland, I did not have the pleasure of being tutored in the fine art of language and with all these new requirements? I'm going to be speaking gobbledegook soon enough. Becoming competent in three different languages besides your native tongue is---well, I see the use. But. Not when you don't have anyone willing to practice with you. French, Russian, and German are the ones I've chosen, so.

Au revoir.

См. вас.

Auf Wiedersehen.
 
 
w i l l  ☠
19 February 1979 @ 02:07 pm
one  
1. Erin, shut up.

2. Anneliese, doll, Leela got stuck under the sink.

3. Being an auror is cool.

4. I need something else besides work and being a zookeeper.

5. We have a date, July 26th, 1979. It's kind of nice looking, I think.