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Misadventures [Jan. 1st, 2004|11:25 pm]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |frustratedfrustrated]

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.

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(no subject) [Dec. 25th, 2003|10:51 am]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |contentcontent]

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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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2003|08:06 pm]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |cheerfulcheerful]

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]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |lovedloved]

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 giftsCollapse )

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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(no subject) [Dec. 16th, 2003|10:58 pm]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |quixoticquixotic]

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]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |angryangry]

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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(no subject) [Dec. 15th, 2003|10:06 pm]
Minda Lisle
[Current Mood |determineddetermined]

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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