These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

( [Private to Free and Loyal Order] )

( [Private to Lisa] )

( [Private to Luka and Roger] )

( [Private to the Network] )

( [Private to Bell] )

I really ought to use this thing more often. I'm likely missing all sorts of interesting conversations by not opening it.

( [Private to Loyal and Free Members of the Order of the Phoenix] )

( [Private to Lisa] )

( [Private to Friends] )

( [Private to Self] )

( [Warded Private to Lisa] )

( [Private to non-DE Ravenclaws and Loyal Members of the Order of the Phoenix] )

( [Private to Michael] )

( [Private to Alicia] )

( [Private to the Non-DE Ravengirls, Michael, and Anthony] )


Flying is amazing. Nothing lifts my mood quite like zooming through a forest at breakneck speed under a sunny sky. I'll have to do it again some time, although I suppose that requires it being sunny, and who knows if that will ever happen again.

( [Hexed Private to Self] )

( [Hexed Private to Alicia] )

Today has been a rough day. Tomorrow will be better, I hope.

[Journal entry appears to have had caramel dripped on it]

I think that was a cruel prank and that I'm never going to get all of this off. I suppose I did deserve it, and it was mildly amusing. But hey, at least I taste delicious now.

( [Charmed Private to the Loyal and Free Members of the Order of the Phoenix] )

( [Charmed Private to Anthony Goldstein and Michael Corner] )

I feel like I ought to join the masses in talking about the lovely sunny weather and what sweets they're eating. Nothing beats a breakfast of tea and biscuits.

( [Private to Self] )

( [Private to the Loyal Members of the Order of the Phoenix] )

Down at the pub last night I ran into a bloke who was terribly plastered, and he shoved this little book into my hands, said I looked like I could use a friend. If he’s found another one of these journals somewhere and he’s reading this, I’d like him to know that I’ve never looked anywhere near that drunk in my life, except maybe that one time . . . and it’s him that needs the friend, not me. I suppose I should be thankful, though. It’s a neat little thing, a very interesting read.

I think I see some vaguely familiar handwriting on some of these pages, though it could just be my imagination. It plays a lot of tricks on me these days.

( You keep lyin', when you oughta be truthin', and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. )