February 20th, 2004
|03:04 pm - To Toady|
You little ground rot, what did you do to my brother?
Don't touch him again, or you answer to my hexes, you hear me?
PS. And those flowers? Died the next day.
Current Mood: pissed
February 9th, 2004
|10:47 pm - Note to Pietro|
Hey little brother,
Where the hell have you been? You better not have left this hell hole without me.
Sheesh, both you and Sam...
Anyhow... You'll never believe who is now here.
Remember him? Apparently, he's hiding out here now. From the looks of it, he needed to. And yes, he's his disgusting self still.
Find me. Where are you hiding anyhow?
Current Mood: annoyed
January 23rd, 2004
January 8th, 2004
|05:57 pm - To Sam|
I'm back. We arrived last night. Sorry we missed out on everything... sounds like a lot happened. (which is quite an understatement.)
I.. well, I missed you. Call on me when you can.
Please avoid my brother for the moment
December 23rd, 2003
Well, in lue of these holidays, Pietro and I are taking off for a bit.
Matter of fact, when you get this note we'll already be gone.
Hope you guys have fun the next couple days. We'll see you in about a week.
December 3rd, 2003
|10:05 am - To Wanda's few friends|
Thanksgiving, thanks to a certain Southern gent, was just wonderful. I can't say that I recall eating as much as I did, but everything was delicious. I think I know what everyone has been talking about.
I have a new roommate, I believe. Well, at least Tabby's back. But I haven't seen Betsy the past few days.
Not that I talk to them much anyhow.
The Winter Solstice is coming up and this is big for me and all witches. If anyone needs to know where I am, I'll be prepping for it. Just leave a note on my door if one needs to talk at me.
November 26th, 2003
November 13th, 2003
Mr. Xorn, sir?
I don't think I can make the camping trip. May I be excused from it?
[private] I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't go camping... Not with Lorna and Pietro. I hate this class. I don't even need to take it. I need more kick.[/private]
November 6th, 2003
|04:22 pm - Diary of a sketcher|
[private]i can't stop. i don't know why i started. it scares me. my power is out of control. agatha is not here to help me control it and my notes are not helping. i found a good place to practice...far out in the woods. nobody bothers me. once pietro streamed by, but he wouldn't stop anyhow. i can't believe the extent i can do. i hope no one notices that huge gaping hole in the ground. i'm scared. i haven't seen sam in days, but that is my doing. i miss him. i miss pietro. i miss being in control....
i need to go find esme. [/private]
Current Mood: speeding
October 22nd, 2003