I wake up and I feel alone

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:27:45 GMT

I think I'm doomed.

Someone please feed my cat if I should be found dead.

Private to Self

Too cryptic. Too bad.
He's here. Back here.

I don't know what to do. I think I've made myself sick with the stress of it.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 03:48:01 GMT

Did I mention I found Sylvia? Because I did.

I have also decided that I need to get out more. I know, it's not normal of me to say things like that, but well, we're stuck here aren't we? So? Who would like to go on a lunch date with me this Friday?

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 12:45:12 GMT

PRIVATE to Rowena

Rowena,

When I was under that odd influence, I slept with a woman.

I don't know what I should be thinking. I -- I should like some advice?

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 23:24:26 GMT

What on EARTH possessed me to get piercings! Or a tattoo! Was there something in the air? Something in the food? Or was it just me?

Private to Self

That tattoo there's no getting rid of, obviously. Performed the magic on that one a little too well.

But I might keep that piercings for... well. I don't know. It is quite different, isn't it? It's not that I'm looking for attention. But sometimes something to change the self image isn't a bad thing. I think.

Maybe I'm just confused. Not only did I sleep with someone for the first time in this haze of oddness. It was a woman. I'm not even going into the fact that it was Harry Potter's mother, either. Just -- I thought. I think. I know...?

I -- I don't know.

I have to go look for my cat.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 23:38:59 GMT

I seem to have lost my cat. I guess she'll show up eventually.

In other news, my piercings and tattoos are also quite sexy.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 04:32:30 GMT

I missed my own birthday! I'm 27 years old now.

I can't believe I missed it. Isn't that just funny?

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 22:30:33 GMT

Goodness! Where has the time gone? It's mid summer and I don't feel like I've been fully present for months.

I have a lot of reading and research to catch up on.

Private to Self

I really do feel like I've just woken up from a long daze. I think I'm over it. Really. I will just keep in mind from now on that I don't need anyone but myself and my family. This is a lesson well learned, and I shall do my very best to remember it.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:44:06 GMT

[ Large Ink Spill, followed my unintelligible writing beneath it that's crossed out. ]

Apologies, I was just trying to catch up on everything when my ink bottle tipped.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 18:40:05 GMT

I woke up with a book on my head today.

... I might need to get out more.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 05:32:56 GMT

My head has been hurting a bit the last week, if anyone has wondered why I have not been around much. ~~Maybe I should stop drinking so much.~~

Remus Lupin, I have the book you asked for. Shall I just drop it off at your room?

He hasn't returned yet, and even if he does, he may very well not be the same person. Perhaps I should resign myself to... well. What?

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 04:00:52 GMT

I have very recently (re) met my grandmother on my father's side. She's quite a lovely woman. It's interesting to see just how many people will be at all the Weasley gatherings these days.

In other news, I've noticed a very large flux of people disappearing lately. It's worrying, and my research gives still no answers.

Private to Self

He's gone. Oliver is gone. I don't know what to do, or say, or... I don't know. This is not the first time I've felt lost in life, but I still have no answers.

Even as I write this, I have to resist the urge to go sit in his room and just wait for something to happen. Shouldn't I know better? Is this how Hestia feels? I shouldn't compare this sort of thing.

This is why I don't ~~fall in love~~ get into relationships.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Fri, 16 May 2008 17:35:37 GMT

No headway on my research on this island. I don't think I'm meant to know or find out where it is. But considering the different flora and fauna, this island shouldn't even be able to exist in an ecosystem. Strange. But intriuging.

Aside from that... well. It is nice, isn't it?

Oliver

Haven't seen you around much. I ~~miss you~~ am beginning to worry a bit. Are you alright?

Rowena

How is the married life? Any different? Dealing with it suitably I hope?

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 07:15:33 GMT

This island is completely devoid of civilized life. It's beautiful of course, and I very much enjoy exploring it. I just wonder if it exists in our own world.

I think I will do some research about the wildlife, and if I can't pin point where it is -- where we are, really.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:12:01 GMT

That really is land. Has anyone tried flying to it?

Is it charted, I wonder?

It looks closer today than it did yesterday.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:12:06 GMT

Two down, six to go.

Cryptic, I know. But until I figure life out, that's just how it's going to have to be.

I know it's a little late on the bandwagon, but what is this iHex all about? I hear it scans books.

I probably shouldn't think about splurging money right now though, considering I shall have to buy nice robes for Rowena and Salazar's wedding.

Just a passing curiosity I suppose.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 03:40:34 GMT

Fred, George: What do you want for your birthdays? Answer well, or else you'll get another thesaurus set.

Seeing Rowena around with that camera just about everywhere lately has made me want to pick up some kind of hobby. There's so little work to be done here I'm getting very bored.

Problem is, I don't know what to do with my time.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 06:38:47 GMT

It's MOOSE. Not meese or missi or mooses or whatever else is being said!

Why on Earth is this aggravating me so much? I have the urge to swear whenever I see that same plurality question asked as if I weren't correct in the first place.

My patience is growing thin for all things, lately.

Ginny, I do think that Sylvia deserves a visit from you some time soon. ~~For you see, I have yet to kick her out of my room.~~ What do you think? That and lunch? I'd like to talk to you about something.

~~I miss you. I think I--~~
What are you up to?

Congratulations again to my little brother Ron (and Hermione, of course) on your union.

~~Moose.~~

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:42:23 GMT

I was reading a very good book called "Moby Dick" by Herman Melville (it is a muggle fiction novel). I must have been very much into it, because I don't remember the last two days going by, honestly. Unless my calender is wrong, but I am more or less sure that this is not the case.

Perhaps I should eat soon, since I'm pretty sure I forgot to do that as well.

This "vacation" needs to end soon, I am starting to feel very unproductive.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:13:41 GMT

The History of Quidditch, and play Manuals.

Note attached:
Is this customary? I suppose I don't know. Here's something anyway.
Happy Valentine's Day.

--Percy

Percy Weasley

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 01:18:36 GMT

PLAYER INFORMATION
Name: Frost
Age: 22
Email address: empathicfrost@hotmail.com
Timezone: Central
RPG experience: AU_Order, Pensive_Inferi, Hallowed Walls, End of Death, Alt X
AIM username: Blindagentsands OR Scornfullysnape
Username of journal to be used: AnalRetentive
Wanted PB: Mitch Morris

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Percival (Percy) Ignatius Weasley
Age/DOB: 26 / August 22, 1976
House/Year of Graduation: Gryffindor, 1994
Bloodline: Pureblood
Affiliation During the War: Ministry/Neutral until the end of the war, where he took sides with the Order and the rest of his family.
Occupation: Assistant to the Minister of Magic
Sexuality: Bisexual, probably. He's finding it hard to define.
Marital Status: Single
Family Tree: Million and One Weasleys

History: [After the War]
After the Battle at Hogwarts, Percy-- who was currently jobless, having resigned from the Ministry due to [obvious] disagreements-- felt it far more important to rebuild his relations with his family rather than dive back into work. Guilty about his brother Fred's death, he tried his hardest to make up for his past mistakes. He moved back in with his parents for a time -- trying his hardest to make himself and his family happy after such a great loss to the family. He succeeded in healing the wound that he'd caused for so long (which was relieving, since his mother tended to cry about it a lot).

After a time, he began working again--albeit from home. He was easily allowed back into the Ministry -- with new direction and leaders he was not ashamed to go back.

Two years of living comfortably with his family went by, and he finally decided he needed to be out on his own again-- twenty something by then he needed the space. He's been living in the city ever since, in a moderately nice flat and working his way up the ranks of the ministry. He visits his parents for a family dinner every third day, and although Fred is still greatly missed, Percy has learned to deal with the loss and no longer allows himself to feel guilty about his brother's death.

Occupational History: Various positions in the ministry of Magic -- Department for International Cooperation. Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. More recently has been climbing the ranks of the ministry again -- Assistant to the Minister of Magic

Goals: To make a difference. He'd rather like to be Minister of Magic. He wants to be remembered and recognized for his keen intelligence and skills.

Appearance: Stamped with the Weasley looks, Percy is tall and thin with red hair and freckles. He has hazel eyes which are hidden behind glasses. He's the only of the Weasley children who needed them.

Percy has a definite neat streak and will never be found in t-shirts and jeans, and instead values a more professional look. Suits, ties and well polished shoes make up a good deal of his wardrobe. His idea of casual dress is polo, or button up shirts with a pair of pressed slacks.

Special Abilities/Powers: Amazing at memorizing rules and regulations, can file papers like nobody's business. Amazing at matching ties with shirts.

Personality: Percy is very unlike the rest of his family -- he's neat and orderly and very rarely has a strong sense of humor. Regardless of this, once his head is on straight, he's very loyal and loving.
He's often referred to as anal about things -- and this is close, but it isn't quite right. He's borderline OCD -- sometimes he just can't function correctly until everything is in it's place. This is why he's good at organizing and planning, and tends to do very well at his job at the ministry. It goes a little farther than this though, even at home. Percy has a need to look neat all the time; he's forever straightening his clothing, or polishing and adornments he has on (ex: prefect and headboy badges in school). He tends to feel the need to adjust things on walls and dressers in his room, and keep everything in perfect order. Never a thing out of place.
He's perceived as a little snooty and bossy, and he is a bit, especially to people who don't know him. He feels the need to follow almost everything by the rules, and doesn't seem to mind telling other people to do it as well.

Strengths: His understanding of rules, guidelines, etc. He's amazing at retaining knowledge, and this makes him a fairly strong wizard.

Weaknesses: His ability to properly socialize is questionable -- he doesn't have many friends, nor does he really think to look for them. OCD-ness makes him almost impossible to deal with on occasion, even for himself. Sometimes he can't sleep unless he's gets up to make sure that everything is in it's proper place.

Likes: Order, Rules, Guidelines, Professionalism, cherry flavored candy, his mothers cooking, his family, his wardrobe

Dislikes: Disorder, messiness, being made fun of, getting dirty, arguments

Motivation: Percy is very self-motivated to do well. This could be because he wants to do better than his family did ; and now, also because he wants to do well for his family.

Fears: Losing more of his family, losing the favor of his family (again), being demoted.

Where, eventually, do you see this character going? Do you have any future plans or ideas for what you want to do with your character?:
I'd like him to calm down from his Percy-ness a bit. He needs to loosen up, have some fun. (Not too much, of course!)
Interaction!

Percy

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 06:28:46 GMT

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:31:14 GMT

Title Table Manners
Author Frost
Theme Percy Weasley
Prompt Word spoon

Fred had a spoon hanging off of his nose.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:31:01 GMT

Title London Weather
Author Frost
Theme Percy Weasley
Prompt Word Rain

It's on the rainy days that Percy misses home the most.

There's still work to be done, and he immerses himself fully --the way he always does, with his back straight and his quill scratching against the paper. Louder than usual, because that's the noise he uses to block out the sound of the drip-drops on the window sill. It doesn't work as well as he'd like, but even those drips are better than the racket he'd have to concentrate over at home; brothers blowing things up, and little sister crying to be involved. No, that's not what he misses on rainy days (although it occasionally comes to mind at other times).

He'd be stuck inside here or there. But there's a difference here. Percy's flat is small and tidy. It smells like nothing, really. Just clean. He likes it that way, thinks it suits him. On rainy days though, there's a bitter smell no matter what he does. It's the muggles -- their pollution makes the rain acidic -- there's nothing fresh about the London weather.

At the Burrow, he knows his mother is humming a song under her breath as she bakes bread. The tune is nothing at all, but it stops the rain sounding so harsh, and the smell is earthy and warm, and there's nothing bitter about it. He misses sitting at the kitchen table and listening to her as he reads. There used to be a security on rainy days that the sun could never manage.

All he has now is unsteady drips, and he can't help but wonder if the bitter taste in the back of his mouth is from the rain at all.

v.analretentive@gmail.com — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:21:52 GMT

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Theme: Percival Weasley

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