| Another day, another... well... something else that starts with d |
[Jun. 25th, 2005|12:07 pm] |
Is it just me or does Professor McGonagall's latest assignment seem a little odd?
How often am I going to have a cushion when I want a recliner. Why not do something like turning a tree stump into a cushion and then do the recliner bit? Though, I guess hauling a bunch of tree stumps into the classroom isn't exactly practical.
Maybe she could transfigure our chairs into tree stumps, so that then we could transfigure them into cushions.
All I'm saying is that the whole "I have a cushion in the middle of nowhere and I want a recliner" line of thought seems a little odd. Is it teaching us something about magical theory that I just don't notice?
So far all I've really managed is a slightly plaid ottoman. Maybe the plaid would get me more points! |
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| Missing Choclate Frog card? |
[Mar. 9th, 2005|03:20 pm] |
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| |  awake | ] |
Sorry about things if I woke anyone up. I might have shouted a bit when my dreams gave me a start.
I had another bad night of trying to sleep last night.
Things got so bad that I pretty much flung myself out of bed, but at least slamming my forehead on the bed-post woke me up from whatever was going on in the dream. Heh. The bump is a little un-slightly, and stretches my scar out kinda funny. At least my hair's long enough to cover it, now.
Back to tea & chocolate biscuits all night, if anyone else wants to join!
Hmmm... If anyone is missing a Chocolate Frog Circe card, I found it underneath the yellow leather chair in the commons. Its stuck on the notice board, next to the Chocolate Frog wish-lists. She's pretty rare, so I hexed it - no fair cheating and trying to nab her unless she's actually yours. I won't say what's gonna happen if you do, but you won't like it one bit.
Heh. All the same, I'd appreciate it if her real owner would come and get it quick, since she's been hissing at me whenever I get close to the board... the Tower common-room isn't big enough to pace properly in!
I've been thinking about a lot of stuff in the middle of the nights. What about learning a spell to cause a bewitched sleep? Hermione, you had to deal with that for the tournament... er... was it restful? Maybe something like that would help Sally!
Whatcha think?
Maybe it could help me out a little too.
Er... sun's comin up, so I should get cleaned up for Potions. Ick.
- Harry |
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| Baaaah - following the herd |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|11:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | yay! silence (no more shrieking!) | ] |
Ah, the obligatory V-day post. Everyone else seems to be making these darn things.
Who am I to deny mob-mentality?
The Fat Lady has finally stopped trying to set Shakespearean sonnets to tunes, so it's quiet enough to think again. I guess we get a reprieve until Easter, when she'll insist on everyone admiring her new hat before getting to go home for the night.
She was pulling her usual Valentine's Day routine, where she makes everyone give her a compliment before she'll let them inside. She must be getting more convincing, because she managed to get cards from a few of the 1st Years. Honest! There was a whole line of Valentines taped to the bottom of her frame!
I learned my lesson and tried to minimize my trips in and out of the Tower. I eeked by with "enthusiastic," "energetic" and "creative" before I ran out of words. That was the best I could come up with while staying honest... or keeping a straight face.
Last year, I was nearly locked out! I tried to call her "splendiferous" but was still eating a cupcake, so she thought I said "stupendous" and thought it was a crack about her weight. I darn near had to sleep on the landing!
So, uh, there. That's mostly cheerful.
Better, Malfoy? |
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| Scribbled on my way out the door... |
[Feb. 20th, 2005|07:24 pm] |
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| |  lonely | ] |
Sometimes life feels like a runaway broom.
You just have to keep holding on.
I felt like a dark cloud wandering through the halls on V-Day, dodging snogging couples.
But, I guess holidays are all about perspective, now.
Am I still living with the Dursleys?
Is anyone bleeding? Dying? Flinging curses?
Is my scar burning?
Are my friends crying?
If the answer to all those things is "no" then... then today can't be that bad.
I guess, at least.
It doesn't really help me be any happier.
I haven't been at my best much lately.
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| Sally? Where are you? |
[Jan. 20th, 2005|04:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  wound tight | ] |
Has anyone seen Sally? I mean, since this morning?
I know that Sally's Grandfather arrived. Did he take her home? Is she ok? Has something more happened?
Sally, if you can read this, please tell me that you're safe.
I'll be with Ron and Hermione; you shouldn't have to be alone again. Not with all this going on.
You don't have to be alone.
Where are you?
We were taken to Dumbledore's office after dawn, together, but I fell asleep on his couch, waiting for my turn and never saw her come back out.
Malfoy, I don't know why everyone has told me to look out for you. I was there, she was already dead. There was nothing I could do for her, except call for help to carry her home. I don't know what this has to do with you, except as a fellow student, but, for what its worth, I would never do something like this. Whatever you're thinking, I'll bet galleons to knuts that its wrong. I would have never hurt Parvati. I had no hand in her death. Please, believe me.
This is hard enough without going to war with you over it.
I'm really upset, and I still don't fully grasp what's going on. Dumbledore has asked me to not talk to any of you about this; he doesn't want us to panic. I don't agree - we have to know the truth. We have to be ready to protect ourselves. Parvati's death wasn't an accident. She was murdered, and someone left her body on the Quidditch field. We all need to be on our guard.
I won't talk about anything more specific on these journals; I don't know who else might be reading them. Please, don't spam Sally either. She wasn't herself last night, but she would never kill a friend.
We're all very upset. I'm very upset. We should all stick together - I don't think any student could have killed Parvati like this. I think there are Death Eaters among us. There are Death Eaters among us.
For now, lets all stick to our rooms, together. Lets use these journals to communicate, but be careful what we say. We've all been hoping to avoid this sort of thing this year, but tragedy has found us once again. We can handle this; Parvati's killers will come to justice!
If anyone needs me, or just needs someone to talk to, I'll be in my room crying with Ron and Hermione in Gryffindor Tower. |
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| Papers due, brain dead. Updates to follow. |
[Jan. 17th, 2005|10:01 pm] |
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| |  distressed | ] |
So, we're down to the final countdown. Papers are due in less than 48 hours. My brain hurts, I'm short on sleep, and everything I've tried so far has been a total wash.
Here's what I've tried to throw together so far:
I've tried Common Uses for a Chipped Teacup When You Want Some Entertainment but didn't think I could come up with a long enough list, even when I added the different kinds of lizards you could turn it into... even then, it still didn't sound very academic. More like, well, a list that I made while I was bored and had a teacup.
I also took a bash at Thoughts On Increasing Owl-post Speed By Transforming Your Letters into Mice, because I thought little mice would be more aerodynamic then big floppy envelopes, and they're just the right size for owl's claws. However, Hedwig promptly ate all of my research materials. In retrospect, that one was an especially bad idea.
I also tried More Bug for your Buck with the idea of turning loose change into beetles, so that people could feed their lizard familiars inexpensively... and also because I had a lizard that looked suspiciously like it once was a chipped teacup. That one was a wash too, though, because ultimately it is easy to get bugs for free. Also because the bugs all ran away while I went down to get a sandwich... and really, who wants to turn money into bugs anyway.
So, there you have it. I am out of ideas, and Professor McGonagall has already warned me that I am only allowed three essays about Quidditch per quarter.
I am totally doomed! And I'm still supposed to visit Neville!
Gah!
- Harry |
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| Blast it... |
[Jan. 17th, 2005|12:27 pm] |
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| |  moody | ] |
My Transmogrification paper just won't come together. I've read the book, but every time I sit down to write my brain manages to change the subject. I can't concentrate. I can hear Hermione's voice in my head, reminding me that I've had "two whole weeks to finish" and its not helping.
Ugh, lets see if I can remember the right spell...
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