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[Dec. 23rd, 2007|01:40 am] |
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( Charmed Private )
I am curious. Aside from those I've already spoken to, does anyone else here know me? Or perhaps once called me a friend? My name is Rabastan Lestrange as I doubt my handwriting alone will reveal my identity, even if you are familiar with me.
Oh yes, Happy Holidays. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2007|01:34 am] |
The soil in my yard seems decent enough for some sort of garden. That would at least keep me busy during the day.
At night, the constellations and shooting stars keep me company. I find I have no need of a telescope in this location, as the stars are very bright and can be seen very clearly without the obstructions the city possesses. I almost believe that the night sky belongs solely to me out here.
I must admit, it is very peaceful, but I am still ever curious as to why I was placed here. I am rather out of my element in the country.
Tending a garden sounds like a nice hobby to take up. Does anyone know where I might purchase some seeds and supplies? What sort of currency is accepted here?
[Private to Lucius Malfoy]
Do hurry with whatever it is you are doing. I grow increasingly bored with this life of solitude.
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[Nov. 26th, 2007|01:15 am] |
I am fully aware that I am no longer living, but here--I don't know where or what here is.
Ever since I opened this book this afternoon, I've seen some of the most curious things come and go across it's pages.
I trust that because I can see things others are writing, if I write something as well, I may get an answer to my question.
Where the bloody hell am I? |
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