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Jul. 17th, 2007 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensI have created a spreadsheet today that is a work of beauty and will enable us to keep track of specific submissions.
Let's hope it works.
Technically I have now moved fully over from the coding helpdesk to the crossmapping side, even if I still have to act as third-party checker and keep certain reports updated. Go me.
I need more hours in the day.
19K/25K done.
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It was true that when my great-grandfather had attended Hoggewartse, he had chosen to say little about his courses of study, his schoolmates, or his dominies. He had always refused to explain the hideous scars which ornamented his torso and forearms, and his penchant for running downstairs at midnight, screaming, "The potion! Slytherin! The potion!" was, or so my mother assured me, a mere eccentricity, understandable and pardonable in any English gentleman.
That night, as I lay shivering in my bed, listening to the wind howl through the healthily open window and to the tinkling of the ice forming in the ewer of water upon my desk, I pondered upon that hereditary taint which curses all members of the de la Poiterre family. Could it be that I, too, would be forced to undergo that trial, that ordeal, that horror? Would future generations of my line make their way through those hideous portals?
Let's hope it works.
Technically I have now moved fully over from the coding helpdesk to the crossmapping side, even if I still have to act as third-party checker and keep certain reports updated. Go me.
I need more hours in the day.
19K/25K done.
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It was true that when my great-grandfather had attended Hoggewartse, he had chosen to say little about his courses of study, his schoolmates, or his dominies. He had always refused to explain the hideous scars which ornamented his torso and forearms, and his penchant for running downstairs at midnight, screaming, "The potion! Slytherin! The potion!" was, or so my mother assured me, a mere eccentricity, understandable and pardonable in any English gentleman.
That night, as I lay shivering in my bed, listening to the wind howl through the healthily open window and to the tinkling of the ice forming in the ewer of water upon my desk, I pondered upon that hereditary taint which curses all members of the de la Poiterre family. Could it be that I, too, would be forced to undergo that trial, that ordeal, that horror? Would future generations of my line make their way through those hideous portals?
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Date: 2007-07-17 01:30 pm (UTC)(a mere eccentricity, understandable and pardonable in any English gentleman
Hee! Also, Hoggewartse. ♥)
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