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Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in
Marlene McKinnon's InsaneJournal:
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 | |
| 12:51 pm | [Private: '78 Gryffindor Girls] So... my baby sister, Lydia? The one who just turned sixteen? I got an owl from her this morning and she made me swear to keep it a secret but She's pregnant. What do I do? She's sixteen and she thinks she's about three months along, some boy from school's the father and he doesn't know yet. I have to tell our parents, right? I mean, they can help her. What am I supposed to do? |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 | |
| 12:15 pm | The training exercise this morning was really hard. I've been practicing for it nonstop when I have a spare moment but I still... my reaction times were on the mark, but my aim was just the tiniest off. I have to keep working. I passed but that's not what it's about. I have to get it right. |
| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | |
| 9:53 pm | Only 55 days until Sadie's due! She should definitely come soon at this point, because I'm gaining about half a kilogram a week. I've been told it's normal, but still! Dear Sadie, please don't make your mommy any larger than absolutely necessary! [Private: Mels and Lily] Lily, Marlene and I discussed all of the specifics and we definitely want to do the fidelius charm. I really hate to admit how shaken what's been going on out there has made me, but I'm not ashamed to say that I'm fearful and I want everything to be as safe as we can possibly make it. [Private: Lucy] Have you and your sister decided anything about the holidays yet? |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 | |
| 10:03 pm | 73 days to go. Like the ticking clock for racers and those in the prison line Like Everest for Mallory and how drinkers know their wine Like the birds and the bees when you hit nine And pearls for those girls who always wear their hair in pretty pearls You're on my mind Honey, you've been in my head like homework on Sundays when I've been laughing instead Cigarettes for the cool kids behind the garden shed Love for lovers and the elephant by my bed And pearls for those girls who always have their hair in pretty curls And football for English boys who always have the newest toys You're on my mind |
| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 | |
| 7:09 pm | ( Cut for picture ) She's a girl A beautiful little girl who seems far less blobby from the last time I saw her. She's also very scrunched up in there, I'm sure it's got to be getting uncomfortable. I'm going to get started decorating her room now. And thinking of names. So much to do, and time is dwindling I suppose. January should definitely hurry and get here already. |
| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 | |
| 12:06 pm | Thursday, I find out whether I'm having a boy or a girl. I'm kind of ridiculously excited. I don't really care one way or another, as long as he or she is healthy, but this means once I get all moved and settled in, I can actually decorate gender-specifically. Speaking of which, Mels, the agent said we close tomorrow on the new place. New house, knowing whether I'm expecting a little girl or boy McKinnon... I think this is a good week. [Private: Lucy] I spoke to the woman from the Ministry about you staying with me over hols. Before I send in the official application, I was wondering if your sister would like to come as well? I'm afraid there's only one spare bedroom but if you don't mind sharing, I don't mind having her around. |
| Monday, October 26th, 2009 | |
| 9:27 pm | Private: Lily, Cas, Mels, James, Peter, Sirius I think I just adopted a Weasley from the future... Private: Charity Burbage I apologize for the late notice, Ms. Burbage, but I've been speaking with one of the time-traveler children, Lucy Weasley, and she has expressed interest in staying with me over the holidays. She is going to ask her sister Molly if she'd like to stay with us as well, but I will have an extra room in my new house and I have the funds to take care of either Lucy or Lucy and her sister, should she want to come as well. Of course I wouldn't want to force her into anything. If this arrangement would be possible, both Lucy and I would appreciate it. Thank you, Marlene McKinnon |
| Sunday, October 25th, 2009 | |
| 10:06 pm | [Private: Ted] So, you know how I said I was packing up my apartment? I have successfully packed myself out of a corner. As in there is an entire chest of drawers and a bookshelf there that I cannot get to thanks to being an idiot and piling boxes that are too heavy for me to lift around it. If you're not too busy... do you think you could come around sometime soon and rescue me from my poor organization skills? There will be food in it for you. Takeout since I am hopeless at cooking, but food nonetheless. [Private: Sirius] Have you been holding up all right, love? Between children coming out of nowhere and I heard Regulus got injured... I just wanted to make sure you're okay and see if there's anything I can do. Even if it is just... listening if you need to talk. |
| Friday, October 23rd, 2009 | |
| 5:40 pm | The baby has the hiccups. I was told that such a thing was possible, but imagining something inside you having the hiccups and actually feeling it is a very, very different thing. It's strange to feel my belly jump every time he or she hiccups. It makes it really, really difficult to focus on the article I'm writing, because I'm giggling every time. At least my deadline isn't for a few more hours. Surely the hiccups will have passed! |
| Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 | |
| 12:29 pm | It's never a good idea to get caught up in the past. Today so far has consisted of hot tea and old records. It isn't a very productive way of spending a morning, but it could be worse. At least it's sunny out. I would drag my piano onto the balcony if I thought I could manage it on my own, but it's probably not the best idea to try and wrangle across the room something that takes up a good third of my living room space. At least the windows are open and I've got a breeze coming in. I don't feel much like writing anyway. Too restless. [Private: Cassia] The Blacks are not the best at accepting people into their family. I may not be a child with their blood coming out of the woodwork, but I have been on the receiving end of their scorn in my lifetime. I'm sorry for what you're going through. And you probably don't even know me, do you? My name is Marlene McKinnon. Your mother and I used to be very good friends. I remember you when you were just a baby. [Private to self, but Amelia, Dorcas and Lily can break it if they want] Sirius had a child with Emmeline Vance. A child who was conceived just months after we were torn apart and I don't know why that bothers me as much as it was. Maybe it was because my entire world shattered and I had no idea how to cope while apparently Sirius was sleeping around with my friends. Maybe it's the fact that no one told me, regardless of whether anyone knew. Emmeline could have at least... though if I were her, maybe I would have kept it a secret as well. And I know I was out of his life and he knew he wasn't getting me back but... I never really let go. Maybe I'm jealous that he was able to cope with the situation in a manner far more realistically than crying in my flat and taking off on a jaunt around the world for two years to escape it all. Maybe... maybe I'm jealous that she had the child with him that I was supposed to. I don't understand why I can't just let him go. I'm never going to have him. Why do I keep clinging to things that were obviously not meant to be? I don't know if I believe in fate but the stars were stacked against us from the start and when you go up against odds like that... I guess you shouldn't expect to win. . I'm 36 years old and still clinging to my schoolgirl romance. It's not just ridiculous, it's shameful. I'm better than this. I can't keep holding on to something that doesn't exist. |
| Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | |
| 1:11 am | Well that was a lovely evening. Really, I do love it being insinuated that I'm a lying whore. It makes my life complete. In other news, listening to shitty music has inspired me to sit at the piano and come up with some that is actually music. When, exactly, did this fad of playing the same chord over and over really fast and really loud while someone screams incoherently into the microphone become defined as music? There aren't even words that I can discern. Perhaps I've just gotten too old. Or maybe I'm already turning into a boring embarrassing mum? I don't think that's it though. I'm not the same kid I was at Hogwarts, but I hardly feel old. ( Lyrics scribbled on the page. There are music notes above and in the margins, some of which are crossed out ) [Private: Sirius] I told him. Daniel, the father. I caught up with him at a club after his show and asked if we could talk. He looked confused of course, and had already told me congratulations on the sprog before I broke the news that it was his. At which point he called me a liar, said I was "out for his money" -- which is baffling, since he's not even landed a record deal yet -- and said I should try to "con some other bloke with that belly." But at least I told him. No more secrets, and I suppose I won't have to worry about him coming round and demanding joint custody or anything. [Private: Cas, Lils, Mels] The father has been made aware that he is, in fact, a father-to-be, and he is not interested. And I need a bloody drink and can't have one. Distract me? Or something. |
| Thursday, October 15th, 2009 | |
| 10:00 pm | ( Cut for song lyrics ) [Private: Lily, Cas, Mels] I told Sirius tonight. I need to tell the father. He was right about that. Whether I want him involved or not, whether I think he'll want to be... he deserves a shot. [Private: James and Peter] You two and Remus are the only ones I think who don't know now. I'm expecting a baby, due on January 12. I know it's rather late to be making announcements, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay first, this time. [Private: Self] Seeing him... it's always the best and worst moments rolled into one. Such a bittersweet combination. Funny how the feeling never really fades. |
| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | |
| 9:08 am | It's strange when home feels like the foreign country after several months of travel. London welcomed me back with pouring rain and a dusty apartment, as apparently my housekeeper decided to quit about a week after I left. Ah well, home sweet home and all. I feel like curling up on the couch with a book and a cup of hot cocoa, reading until I doze off. Apparently I've missed quite a lot of drama, however. With all the rumors of time travelers, I was worried that I had stepped into a science fiction movie. I've certainly got my priorities in order. Before I even got back home, I had contacted the club and asked if I could have my usual Thursday night slot back. It'll be nice to be back on stage again. I've got a few new songs in my arsenal, and after living out of a suitcase for two months and being away from home, I think my own music is just what I need to feel at home again. [Private: Sirius] It's been awhile since we've talked, hasn't it? I don't even know if I told you I was leaving, but... here I am, back again. I hope you've been well. I have... a bit of news that I'd like to tell you in person if you can get away for a bit sometime soon. I'll be at Key Suspects on Thursday, but that's rather short notice for the Deputy Minister, hm? [Private: Friends (keeping it vague since people haven't replied with plot, but I was thinking along the lines of James, Peter, Lily, Dorcas, Alice, possible others, just let me know] It appears I've missed quite the uproar. Someone should catch me up so I don't feel so lost. And... I kind of have some news of my own as well, but I don't know how I feel about telling everyone in a journal. |
| 12:38 am | Scream your name for hours out loud, Turn this world upside down to find you. I want to build myself a time machine, Go back and change everything To see you here with me ( that was the closest I've ever been to who I want to be ) |