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[Mar. 11th, 2004|12:16 am] |
I don't know why I'm not posting this in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) knavish_sprites. I haven't posted here since we started that community, and I prefer posting there. I suppose it is because Chaeyz has already made a post about the hospital wing, and maybe I am just too tired to make a few extra clicks and add one more.
I've decided I don't like the hospital wing, and especially not at night. It's very quiet at first until you realize you can hear the sound of breathing, and somebody will cough or turn. So I know I'm not alone, but I still feel that way, because everyone is sleeping but I can't. I don't really like sleeping in a room with other people, it took me long enough to get used to the dorm after spending ten years either sharing a room with a sister I didn't trust or having one to myself.
It's comforting to know that Chaeyz and Jenyae are here, and most comforting to know Hugh is in the next bed and I can watch him sleep. But then I want to hug him, and I can't because he's sleeping and anyway we're both sick and sore, and then I wish it was day and we were well again.
I don't want to sleep right now, because I'm thinking the thoughts that lead to nightmares and I can't push them away all the time, but I can't read because it's dark and I'm just too tired to reach for my wand and I don't even know if I have enough energy for a simple light spell, and I don't want to disturb the other sleepers. Quite a few of us sleep lightly or fitfully right now.
I want to be alone at night and at the same time I don't. I want somewhere familiar, but the hospital wing is familiar-- I just can't stand to be here. I am tired of sitting and too tired to move. I want to sleep but don't dare.
I'm very sick of being sick. I don't think these thoughts when I'm well.
I can't wait until morning. Sirius may be right in saying that the world is never less crazy in the morning, but at least it is brighter. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2004|12:29 am] |
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My birthday is Sunday.
How did I manage to forget this? |
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[Jan. 14th, 2004|08:20 am] |
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According to the bulletin board in the Common Room, there's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. Which is good, because I'd hoped to go before the snow melted, but I want to snow to melt soon, because outdoor classes are becoming rather miserable. And someone has knocked down all my snowmen, and I have no time to build more.
How many of you are going to Hogsmeade? If you don't already have plans, I'd love to go with a group, because as with most things Hogsmeade is more interesting when you've got friends with you. I expect the Marauders will be off at Zonko's (they usually are), or James will be tailing Lily, so that leaves Hugh and Chaeyz and Jenyae, I believe.
Should probably stop writing now, but History of Magic is awfully boring sometimes. And I don't think Binns has even noticed half the class is asleep, I'm typing, or that Olivia is decorating the ceiling. But since I don't really have anything else to talk about, I suppose I'll go find a slightly more interesting history of what Binns is talking about. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2004|09:16 am] |
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I think Sirius and Hugh were rather surprised when I walked up and hugged them today. But really, what are you supposed to say to that?
Shall stop being sentimental and go practice Oberon during lunch, who is sarcastic and not mushy at all.
And then after classes I'll find somewhere quiet and think, because all this has given me quite a lot to mull over in regards to friends and prejudices and fears and loyalty. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2004|04:58 pm] |
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Well, I'm out of the hospital wing. Second time in as many weeks; this is not good.
Hugh, Sirius, James and Peter aren't anywhere to be found, and Remus refuses to tell me where they are. I'm more concerned over the trouble they might get themselves into than the ethics of getting even with Josh-- he needs a comedown, but I don't want him turning on them next, and James and Sirius are already treading thin ice in regards to retribution.
Be careful, all of you, but if you do manage it, I want every detail. Hugh, if you're not too sick of astronomy, I'll be up in the tower tonight. I'll be up there anyway, if anybody wants to find me, it's a good place to go and think. |
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[Jan. 9th, 2004|09:22 am] |
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Bloody hell.
I'm writing this from the hospital wing. I've just spent the last hour locked in a closet, half the time being taunted by various minions of Josh's. I don't know when or how, but somebody apparently heard me talking with you guys about what happened on break. And I guess he decided that since I was friends with so many of his enemies, it would be absolutely perfect to use this new weakness against me and so after breakfast I had my wand snatched from me by a rather burly girl I recognized as one of Josh's crew, had my head knocked against the wall, and while still dazed was shoved into the closet, which was then locked.
I don't know what's become of my wand, and after Josh's group left for classes I spent fifteen minutes screaming at the door before I ended up breaking the lock with magic. Reminds me of how I used to accidently do things to my sister when I was angry at her. Haven't done spontaneous magic in years. Glad I did, though. However, it leaves you extremely drained, and I barely managed to make my way up to the hospital wing. I've got a headache and shakes whenever I think about what happened. Bloody Josh and his bloody grudges and his bloody superiority and his bloody buggering self. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2004|06:33 pm] |
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Well, today was lovely.
I overslept, having got used to doing so on break. So I dashed into breakfast late, and only got a bit of toast before it was off to our first class, which was Care of Magical Creatures. This, of course, meant tramping out into the snow-- and while two feet of snow is fun enough when you're wandering around of your own accord, it's not terribly nice to try to navigate when you're half awake and freezing (having not had time to dress warmly, and also having forgot what classes I had today).
If they're going to have a non-practical lesson, couldn't they have it inside? I like dragons quite a lot, but hearing about such inherantly warm creatures did not terribly improve my disposition.
Speaking of which, Chaeyz, I'm awfully sorry I snapped at you at lunch. I was tired and rather sore and I think I've caught a cold. I wasn't actually angry at you.
Charms went well enough, but I always do like that class and it's my best subject.
After classes let out I waited around in the library until Remus's study group started to show up. I was worried when Remus himself didn't come, but Sirius showed up and told us all he was sick again. Remus, I think, must have the worst immune system ever. However, Sirius and I had a nice long debate with my room mate over Grindylows, which allowed me to (politely) let out some steam, and I expect I'll sleep rather better tonight, and wake up with a cold.
Also, and the reason I wanted to make this post in the first place:
Jenyae asked last post what part of Ireland I was from and what my clan was. I was rather chagrined to realize I didn't know the latter. Well, I know the basics, but I don't know any of the history or much about my mother's family at all. Which makes me rather sheepish, so before I answer your questions I'm going to owl my mother and have her explain things to me. I expect I'll spend this summer exploring the Muggle part of my heritage, which I really should have done before. |
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| Midsummer Night's Dream |
[Jan. 4th, 2004|09:11 pm] |
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We had our first rehearsal today for Midsummer Night's Dream. It went pretty well, although there wasn't actually much practicing of lines. A lot of time was devoted to digging through the costume chest Dumbledore gave Remus, and I am exceedingly pleased with my Oberon costume, though there was some exchanging of smaller items to make some costumes look better. Those who hadn't chosen a part yet matched costumes to roles and tried to decide who to be.
When we did get around to lines, Sirius told me he'd never imagined Oberon using such a sarcastic tone of voice. I think I'll ask Hugh later if I can borrow that annotated Midsummer Sirius gave him, so I can see a bit more of Oberon's personality.
The very odd thing about playing Oberon (Auberon is the proper spelling, but for the sake of the play I'll stick with Shakespeare) is that Fairies (whatever spelling you use) are real, and the oldest Muggle tales have got them mostly right. Being from Ireland, I know this for a certainty-- there are fairy rings in the woods behind my house and a stone circle several miles away. Sometimes (on Midsummer's Eve, especially) we can hear music, and we're absolutely forbidden to go outside on those nights. From what my father's said, there are wizards around the globe, but especially in Ireland and Britain, whose job it is to hide the fairy places and keep Muggles and wizards alike away from them. I think he may be one of them, but he refuses to tell me.
Musing on that, I retreated to the dormitory after dinner and spent about half an hour staring into that story/music globe Hugh gave me for Christmas. I've an inkling that it senses your mood, because it was playing fairy dance music. My dreams tonight will be odd, I think. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2004|04:17 pm] |
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Madam Pomfrey let me out of the Hospital Wing. I wasn't hurt physically, after all (just a little undernourished), and she said the effects of the cell were mainly psychological. In fact, she ordered me outdoors, after I woke up from a nightmare in which my rescue had been a dream and I was still trapped. I think I must have been very shaky looking, because she said food and a romp (yes. Romp, she said.) outside would do me good. So I was plied with chicken noodle soup and set out with Remus and Hugh and everybody for a expedition around the grounds.
It felt very good to be under an open sky. I believe I've started to twitch whenever somebody closes a door. I hope Remus and Hugh understood that pelting them with snowballs did not mean I was ungrateful, but there was such a lot of snow. And we were still maintaining that alliance between the houses-- Hugh and I ganged up against Remus and Peter; Remus throws far harder than anybody ought to be able to. Chaeyz was on our side until a stray snowball of mine hit her (it was an accident, honest!), then she went mercenary and nobody was safe.
Then we visited Hagrid, who was very concerned and gave us tea while we told our story, and all in all I felt quite a lot better by the time we headed back to the castle. But before we did that we built and enchanted more snowmen to greet the coaches when they arrive tomorrow.
And I think Remus forgave us for the snowballs when I slipped on the ice on the castle steps and knocked myself and Hugh right into a snowdrift.
We went in and to the kitchens, and drank hot chocolate until we were warmer, and I feel much better, so the purpose of that little adventure was successful. |
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| Over, at last |
[Jan. 3rd, 2004|05:12 am] |
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It's not quite nice to have the whole thing ended in the wee hours of the morning, but I'm so relieved it's over at all that I don't particularly care.
I don't think it was very nice for my friends while they were waiting all that time in the cold corridor, but I was glad they were there. I was irrationally worried they'd leave, and terribly scared whenever Chaeyz's music left off. I think-- or wanted to-- that they must have been scared not to be able to hear me, but we haven't had time to talk it over because I was immediately herded, with much chiding and inquiries as to my wellbeing, up to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey (whose name I can't remember the proper spelling of, at the moment) was woken and I was stuffed with hot food and chocolate and then hovered over while I got a proper rest.
That sort of thing can go to somebody's head, after a while, but I've no inclination to go through all that again for a little bit of attention. The soul searching was not at all easy. You always uncover the darker bits of yourself, when you do that. That turned out to be the key, though-- I had to push away every one of my fears and be completely calm in order to make the door materialise. And that may sound simple in writing, but it really is a very hard thing to do and I don't want to talk about it much more.
Of course once I was out I promptly had hysterics, and hugged everybody and started crying (which I don't do very often at all), which probably wasn't very helpful for my friends. But better then than before. And it's over and I'm glad and quite willing to go back to classes Monday (though I imagine I'll be endlessly teased by Sirius now). And Hugh and Remus and Chaeyz and Peter, thank you all so very much and more than I can say-- and if you write up what you thought througout the whole thing, I'd be very curious to see it, because mine certainly wasn't the most level of viewpoints even if my entries managed to sound composed. |
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| Misadventures |
[Jan. 1st, 2004|11:25 pm] |
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I went exploring today.
Hopefully, somebody noticed that I wasn't at dinner. However, nobody has come to rescue me yet, so this remains my only method of alerting people my plight.
Today's misadventures:
I explored the castle during my first year, and after that left it mostly alone. I prefer to walk the grounds when I want to think, there's less chance of getting lost, and while inside I stick mainly to the library or Common Room during my free time.
However, today nobody was about to talk to-- I don't know where Remus and Hugh were, and when I went back to the Common Room I heard faint flute music and decided Chaeyz would be absolutely mortified if I interrupted her, just like I was when she found me practicing. This meant I couldn't retrive my violin and retreat to an empty classroom for playing, and anyway I was rather restless.
The only book I had with me was my copy of Midsummer Night's Dream, and the thought of being caught practicing Oberon's lines in a classroom was far more horrifying than the thought of being caught playing music. I decided a strategic retreat to the library was in order.
And I would have spent the rest of the day there, if I'd been paying a little more attention to where I was going.
I'm not sure at which point I took a wrong turn, but I know now I wasn't supposed to go through that tapestry. Finding myself in an unfamiliar corridor (I didn't explore every inch of the castle in my first year), I only managed to surmise from a window view that I was several floors above the library. I set out in search of stairs.
Yes, I probably should have gone back through the tapestry, but it had vanished.
The first stairs I found looked as if they hadn't been used in decades, there was dust on the steps and no pictures on the walls. (Yes-- I probably should have asked a picture. I seem to have lots my wits somewhere along the way.) But it led down, which was where I wanted to go, so I took it.
I found myself in a corridor lined with suits of armor and pictures who I doubted would even give me the time of day-- snooty looking ancient wizards, most of them. The only door at the end of the corridor entered into a some sort of study. I don't know what it was doing in Hogwarts, perhaps it was the retreat of some previous Headmaster or teacher.
The point is, when I went inside, the door shut and vanished, and I haven't been able to get out, there's no windows. It's lucky I'd brought this along, so I can type to you all, Heaven knows if anyone would ever find me otherwise.
Help. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2003|10:51 am] |
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Woke up to the smell of hot chocolate. No actual hot chocolate, just the smell. Didn't have time to be disappointed by this, as at that point I noticed the pile of presents at the foot of the bed.
From mother, food. Brownies and fudge and sugar cookies. I shall hoard them and enjoy them slowly.
(Who am I kidding? I'll scarf them.)
From dad, music. Sheet music for a song called "Hallelujah," among others. Including Beatles music. Somehow I think "Yesterday" would sound very odd on violin.
From Carlyn, a very cute pewter dragon. It's sitting on my bedside, and I think dad must have enchanted it, because it occasionally roars.
From Lenore, of course, the annual barely-polite letter. No actual present.
Also a present from Remus in there, which I've yet to open because at that point Chaeyz poked her head in and asked if I was coming to breakfast, and I realized I was quite hungry indeed.
Merry Christmas, everyone! |
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[Dec. 20th, 2003|08:06 pm] |
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Yes! I love Christmas break. There's hardly anybody left here; the Common Room is completely deserted unless Chayez or I are in it. Mittelmann and his group have all gone nancing back to their rich families and manors, but I hardly care except they're gone. And I finally get the chair by the fireplace! His group always commandeers it!
Of course, Rowena was prudent as well as wise, so none of the numerous bookshelves in the Common Room are anywhere near the fireplace. That's alright, I just bring a pile down with me, or I find something else to do. (Yes, I do take the opportunity to be lazy during breaks.) I think I surprised Chayez earlier, I don't think she expected me to be playing violin in the common room. A bit embarrassing, that.
The blizzard should-- I hope-- abate tomorrow. Only five days until Christmas! It seems much longer. It will certainly be a white one.
Fell asleep last night reading the Tolkien chapter in the book Sirius gave me. Dreamt of hobbits, and Pippin had a Scottish accent. Most amusing.
And mum has sent me Christmas cookies (using dad's owl), with assurances that my presents shall be arriving shortly. How I love this season. |
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| Muggles and Christmas |
[Dec. 18th, 2003|08:09 pm] |
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I don't know how you got the present into the common room, Sirius, and I really don't want to; I am, however, glad you did. Before I reflect on what I've read so far, a bit of rambling about presents, since I believe everybody's got theirs by now. If you haven't don't read what's under the cut until you've opened them.
( Christmas gifts )
Now, concerning the book Sirius gave me. I'm quite willing to forgive that prank, if only because of the giant chapter on Arthur and Merlin. Let it never be said that I can't be bought. James, you're not off the hook.
Still, wizard/Muggle relations are fascinating. Neither society would be what it is today without the influence of the other. I think it's quite possible wizarding society would have stagnated long before, really. Wizards, I think, tend to take things for granted, and fall back on tradition rather than advancing. We act the way we do because that's the way we've always acted. Muggles don't have our gifts, and they have to adapt, they don't have so many traditions to fall back on, and things aren't as easy for them as for us. They can't wave a wand to clean the dishes, so they invented dishwashers to do it for them. And look at this internet thing! Technology really is magic for Muggles. How can any wizard look down on them as inferior? They're really quite brilliant, it's just a different sort of brilliance.
I haven't even finished the book and I'm in love with it. Really, Sirius, you give me anything remotely connected with Arthurian legend and I'm the happiest girl alive. And I haven't even got to the part on Tolkien yet, which I'm also looking forward to, as well as Shakespeare. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2003|10:58 pm] |
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Have decided I shall postpone my vendetta until after the holidays. Which means, then, that I shall be acting perfectly normal until right after winter break, when I suspect all hell shall break loose.
Yes, Sirius, I'll still give you your Christmas present, so long as you haven't tampered with mine. I don't want to stew over Christmas, that's no fun. So I shall enjoy the holidays and go back to plotting revenge afterwards.
Besides, if I'm plotting against him, Remus won't help me enchant snowmen. |
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| Pranks |
[Dec. 16th, 2003|02:20 pm] |
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Well, we strolled out of Transfiguration today to find that Hogwarts's resident pranksters had neatly booby-trapped the entire corridor. Why that corridor, may I ask? Was it something I did? I admit purple is an interesting color, but not one I particularly wanted for my hair, and currently the entire fifth year Ravenclaw class is sporting various psychedelic shades of greens, purples, and blues. Wonderful Charm you did there, Sirius-- I'm assuming it was you, as Remus is still laid up-- we're still working on how to get them off. If we don't manage it, we probably won't be showing up at dinner.
It wasn't only the hair color. I won't mention the other things, you know what they are, and I'm not pleased about it.
Again, was it something I did, or were you hoping to catch Snape on his way to Transfiguration? The Slytherins do have the class after us, but there's a half hour break between their class and ours-- couldn't you have done it then?
Whatever the case, I shan't forget this. While we might brood over our list of "Sirius Black's Transgressions Against Ravenclaw House," I consider pranks which I am involved in as rather a different matter.
Or, to put it differently: This means war. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2003|10:06 pm] |
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My, these journals are ugly when you first get them. Well, as James has one and Sirius and Remus are sharing one, I supposed I might as well see what all the fuss was about-- and stop sharing my Muggle sister's account, I imagine she wasn't too happy about that. She's not too happy with anything, I do, really. Siblings.
I will find a good layout. Eventually. Now the only question is how long it'll take for the Marauders to find out about this journal and start bothering me. |
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