Samantha Fawcett

I finished putting together the book. Savina, do you want to stop by and see it?

I feel like I've been a complete hermit lately, I've been so busy working on this book. And avoiding just about everything else. My social life has gone from barely there to non-existent.

[private] Not to mention weirdness with Katie. First she's passing out every time I'm over, then she decides that I'm the only one who's going to hear from her when she takes off, then she just... disappears completely. I'm worried about her. And confused. Which I shouldn't be because any hope I had of her recognizing my fancy was utter shite since she's straight and all. Still. I'm disappointed. And worried.

And lately feeling like I'm in self-exile here. I need to get out more. Although I have no idea what Colin's been up to when he's taking his turn out.
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[Gus]
Colin and I figured out the animagery spell. Scared the arse off of Oliver by accident, and we've seen Ginny. Even managed to sort out the clothes finally (because really, most animagery forms don't need to appear dressed, but Colin really does). It feels strange when we change into him; I don't see or hear anything. I'm not sure I like it.
[/Gus]

( and a photo, because that's what I do )

Katie: Everyone's really angry worried about you. Ginny said you'll be back for a Quidditch game? Are you sure you're ok?
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Let me have that. Bloody hell, what do you want? You promised me time, I'm having guests.

Ginny: Hey, Ginny, it's Colin. Come on by Sam's cottage today? She's got fresh bread and I'll make coffee.
/private

Sorry about that. Snapped a quill. Better now.

[Gryffindor friends of Katie]
I just wanted to let you all know I've heard from Katie, and she's alright. Just not... here... right now.
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Spring's turning to summer, and the weather's been nice enough to get up in the air again, which is brilliant. And I think I'm close to having enough portraits to put together the book. Except I never did get the ones of Katie done properly.

[private to George]

Can I come by after school and kidnap your daughter for ice cream? I'll have her back to you by dinner.

I'm sorry I'm a git I still love you, you idiot.

Just because things are changing doesn't mean I'm walking away like Morag did. And there's no way in hell I'm abandoning Brigid.

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[private to Lee]

Drinks sometime?

[/private]

( private meanderings )

( private to Alicia )

( private to Gus )

[private to George]
You aren't
You wouldn't without TELLING me
SINCE VALENTINE'S DAY???
she's a lying witch
SHUT UP COLIN

What the bloody hell did you do to Skeeter to get her to print that? I know she's a lying witch but she had to get something from somewhere. What the bloody hell is going on?
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There are days I wish I were different. Not just having him inside my head gee, thanks but me, different. Can't change though, not even for George, and it makes me sad. If he'd been a girl, or I'd been straight, things'd be different I'm sure. Maybe that's why you have such a thing for redheads? shutupcolin

In the interest of change, and shutting Colin up, I'm back to working on the animagery bit. I managed to get a mouse to change form and stay that way for a few hours. I might actually be getting somewhere and be able to do this to myself.

I can't think why a part of me is afraid it's going to hurt.

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I think I'm going to head over to the Music Festival today and tomorrow and see what I can get for found portraits. If you see me, come on up and say hi.

[George, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, Leanne]
Guys, Katie's at St. Mungo's. She's been having these headaches, and she had one last week and I took her to see Gus, and last night she passed out after one and I brought her in. They're keeping her to run some tests. I don't know what the visitor policy's going to be; I hung out in the waiting room until they threw me out today.

Katie's worried this might have to do with the necklace. After seeing this? I'm just worried.
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I promised this weeks ago and haven't had a chance to pick out my favorite:

( spellotaped in )

In other news, spellwork proceeds, work on the books proceeds, no agent yet though.

Morag, I'm sending over your photos by courier today; let me know which ones and sizes you need.

If anyone else needs photography done, let me know. I could use the work

I'm back. Did you miss me? I might have some new pictures of the lovely spring blooms once I get everything developed.

( private to George )

( private to Gus )

( private to Katie )

( private to Romilda )

( remembering fall )

( private )

Today I spent some time wandering about in the Muggle world, and managed to get a few interesting shots of thing which are mundane to them but seemed strange to me. I rather liked the feel of this one.

( can you guess what this is? )

Private to Gus
I think it's long past time we had drinks. Have your last couple of weeks been as strange as mine?
/Private

Private to Dennis
I need to meet you. Soon.
/Private

I'm experimenting with taking pictures of reflective surfaces but no mirrors and tonight I was playing with the copper bowls I use for popcorn. So, tell me ( what you think )

( private to Romilda )

I took the most amazing pictures of sunset last night, all reds, golds, and a brilliant pink as it slipped beyond the horizon. I think I'll blow one of them up and frame it to put over the mantle.

[private to Gus]

Dinner sometime this week? Please?

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( private )

Accumulated snow being as much of an oddity here in Britain as it is, I managed to sell quite a few photographs this week. A handful of children sledding in Ottery St. Catchpole to the Daily Prophet, and several of folks slogging through London streets, and the tie-ups of the traffic, to the Muggle papers.

I've started popping around to Brighton regularly; I'm working on a series of photos to capture the seasonal delights, on commission from their tourism board. It's not exactly artistic, nor particularly entertaining, but it's damned lucrative. If I can pull in enough, I'm considering expanding the cottage. Every once in a while it seems like it would be nice to have a guest bedroom. In case I ever have guests.

Oh! And next week is MY BIRTHDAY. Yes, yes, I'll be turning thirty-one and I expect a big celebration. Just in case no one thinks to throw me a party, I'm throwing my own, and expect everyone to show up at The Underground next Wednesday for Karaoke night. See you there!

( who is this person I see standing beside me )