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(no subject) [Dec. 16th, 2004|01:08 pm]
Antonin Dolohov
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you

Outside the snow is falling
And friends are calling "Yoo-hoo"
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up let's go
Let's look at the snow
We're riding in a wonderland of snow

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up it's grand
Just holding your hand
We're gliding along with the song
Of a wintry fairy land

Our cheeks are nice and rosy
And comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together like two
Birds of a feather would be

Let's take the road before us
And sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you

There's a birthday party at the home of farmer Gray
It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day
We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop
At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop
Pop Pop Pop

There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
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(no subject) [Dec. 15th, 2004|12:08 pm]
Antonin Dolohov
I have discovered a new fondness for fish sandwiches. This is rather interesting, as I always hated fish as a child, though I never had it all that much. I suppose that just because you hate something doesn't mean it doesn't taste good. I've always had a fondness for dark breads, however, and I firmly believe they are a key ingredient in any sandwich worth eating.
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(no subject) [Nov. 6th, 2004|01:41 am]
Antonin Dolohov
I hate London.
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(no subject) [Sep. 22nd, 2004|12:21 am]
Antonin Dolohov
Muggle dance clubs are interesting places. I feel like a child in a candy shop.
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2004|12:19 pm]
Antonin Dolohov
But first on earth, as Vampyre sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent;
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name -
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2004|01:07 pm]
Antonin Dolohov
I like picnics. So many people together in one place, having a good time. Happy. Carefree. Oblivious to the world around them. The sights. The sounds. The smells. Glorious.
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(no subject) [Aug. 8th, 2004|09:47 pm]
Antonin Dolohov
Funny how scents can bring old memories to mind. I just purchased this journal this afternoon in Diagon Alley, and the smell of leather is still prevalent. It brings back memories of my father’s private library at the old manor in Inverness. Most of the folios there were leather-bound, and I remember spending many an hour reading to my hearts content from one volume or another.

I don’t have time for that nowadays, of course, between business dealings and social events, but they are fond memories all the same. I’ve heard mixed things about the other people who own these journals, but I’d rather judge people as I meet them than make decisions based on reputation… I would hope that any reading my words here would do the same.
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