I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Jan. 29th, 2012 02:52 pmThat was wizard fun yesterday! (Except for the part that wasn't, but that didn't change that the whole thing was brilliant.)
The part I liked best was finding our bearings in the snow, because, yeah, that changes everything, but I knew the direction-finding charm to use and worked just like it was supposed to, and that was awesome.
So. What did you do best? Or what was most fun in your group? Aside from WINNING the whole game, before you say that, Perks!!!
I was thinking of going out this afternoon and trying that melting spell to make a long sluice down the sledging hill, but I'm stuck here waiting to talk to Madam Hooch. The twins and Towler said she might know something that could be done about my broom, but she's off to Hogsmeade or something today. I dunno. I want to talk to her, though, while there's still a chance because I think it's just getting worse and worse. I don't really think she'll be able to do anything, but I've got to try, y'know?
The part I liked best was finding our bearings in the snow, because, yeah, that changes everything, but I knew the direction-finding charm to use and worked just like it was supposed to, and that was awesome.
So. What did you do best? Or what was most fun in your group? Aside from WINNING the whole game, before you say that, Perks!!!
I was thinking of going out this afternoon and trying that melting spell to make a long sluice down the sledging hill, but I'm stuck here waiting to talk to Madam Hooch. The twins and Towler said she might know something that could be done about my broom, but she's off to Hogsmeade or something today. I dunno. I want to talk to her, though, while there's still a chance because I think it's just getting worse and worse. I don't really think she'll be able to do anything, but I've got to try, y'know?
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Aug. 31st, 2011 09:12 amOkay.
One thing I don't understand--Quiet, Fisheye!--how come all these groups are saying they set those bombs? Obviously they didn't all do it. Why would you say you did if you didn't?
And whoever heard of some of them? I mean I've heard of Dogstar, and there was stuff about the Crimson Company back in the spring sometime. And I guess the IMA are those Irish muggles Finnigan's so scared of. But the Legion? or Boyle's Law? or
hang on
found it
The New Millenarians? wot?
I mean, The Prophet says 17 groups have claimed it was them. Really?
Anywiz. Who do you reckon it was?
One thing I don't understand--Quiet, Fisheye!--how come all these groups are saying they set those bombs? Obviously they didn't all do it. Why would you say you did if you didn't?
And whoever heard of some of them? I mean I've heard of Dogstar, and there was stuff about the Crimson Company back in the spring sometime. And I guess the IMA are those Irish muggles Finnigan's so scared of. But the Legion? or Boyle's Law? or
hang on
found it
The New Millenarians? wot?
I mean, The Prophet says 17 groups have claimed it was them. Really?
Anywiz. Who do you reckon it was?
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Jun. 23rd, 2011 08:19 amUm, Nev?
Have you seen The Prophet today?
Mum's all upset about it. Guess it was kind of a rotten article. I haven't really seen it, but they were all talking about it when I came down for breakfast.
Sorry, mate.
I mean, I don't reckon it's going to be much fun. Not being there with Patil and Zabini and Greengrass and Malfoy and all that lot. Not to mention Thomas and Finnicky. I hope we don't have to share rooms with people from our own Houses.
Anywiz, it's a real shame about you crashing your broom that day. You were doing so well until that happened, I really think they'd've taken you.
Have you seen The Prophet today?
Mum's all upset about it. Guess it was kind of a rotten article. I haven't really seen it, but they were all talking about it when I came down for breakfast.
Sorry, mate.
I mean, I don't reckon it's going to be much fun. Not being there with Patil and Zabini and Greengrass and Malfoy and all that lot. Not to mention Thomas and Finnicky. I hope we don't have to share rooms with people from our own Houses.
Anywiz, it's a real shame about you crashing your broom that day. You were doing so well until that happened, I really think they'd've taken you.
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Jun. 16th, 2011 10:47 pmYou know, if tomorrow just has NO SPIDERS in it, I'll be happy to read another of those pamphlet thingers out loud in front of everyone and pretend I LOVE the Lord Protector like the father mine should have been and whatever whatever it said.
I don't even care if they really do make us go through a test to see who can take the most pain without screaming or passing out or whatever. But then, it was Zabini I heard that one from. So, y'know, whatever. He was probably just taking the piss.
But I swear, if Thomas and Finnigan try anything more, I'm going to totally let them have what's coming.
I don't even care if they really do make us go through a test to see who can take the most pain without screaming or passing out or whatever. But then, it was Zabini I heard that one from. So, y'know, whatever. He was probably just taking the piss.
But I swear, if Thomas and Finnigan try anything more, I'm going to totally let them have what's coming.
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Apr. 19th, 2011 09:55 pmSo we're meeting up tomorrow evening, right? I mean the best thing about this play being done is that we've got more time for working on defence stuff.
Nev. You'll bring the books, then? Or are you too worried about carrying them around the corridors? Can you remember that spell and then just teach it to us? The next one you said we should work on.
Oh, and Pans. You're not starting back up with History club, are you? I mean, that was Wednesdays, wasn't it? But. It's almost the end of the year and all. And we'd said tomorrow for this meeting, right? Since we've all got all that time before Astronomy to do homework or whatever, anyway.
Let us know, yeah?
Nev. You'll bring the books, then? Or are you too worried about carrying them around the corridors? Can you remember that spell and then just teach it to us? The next one you said we should work on.
Oh, and Pans. You're not starting back up with History club, are you? I mean, that was Wednesdays, wasn't it? But. It's almost the end of the year and all. And we'd said tomorrow for this meeting, right? Since we've all got all that time before Astronomy to do homework or whatever, anyway.
Let us know, yeah?
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Feb. 3rd, 2010 11:04 amSo, honestly? I don't know what we should do.
We've got Potions this afternoon. With Ravenclaw. And I haven't heard if Professor Slughorn is going to make us move tables or not. Or change partners, or whatever. I sort of don't think he will, but I dunno.
But this morning in Transfiguration, I thought Carrow was going to hex us for sitting wherewe usually sit well, where I usually sit in the back. He said we knew before we came in where we were supposed to sit, and we got another detention for not wanting to just let them tell half our class they aren't good enough to sit with the rest of us.
I mean, I'm trying to let Seamus think it's more about me not liking to sit up front like a girl, 'cause he's really
he agrees with
that some people are better
only, of course, he thinks he's in the better group, but even with the Carrows, who're making him sit in the back, he doesn't want us--Nev and me--standing up for him. He's really
I dunno
And Dean just shrugs and won't talk about it, but he's really hacked off, you can tell. And alsoscared expecting, I dunno, but he knows it's not going to stop with making him sit away from the rest of us. He's seen what happens, and I think he's getting ready for that. But he won't say anything to us, and I don't know if he thinks we're making it worse for him by showing we don't think this stuff is right. And Bundy. She never says anything to anyone, anyway. She just kind of flinches if you even look at her.
So I don't know what we should do, y'know? And we've got both Charms and Transfiguration again tomorrow.
We've got Potions this afternoon. With Ravenclaw. And I haven't heard if Professor Slughorn is going to make us move tables or not. Or change partners, or whatever. I sort of don't think he will, but I dunno.
But this morning in Transfiguration, I thought Carrow was going to hex us for sitting where
I mean, I'm trying to let Seamus think it's more about me not liking to sit up front like a girl, 'cause he's really
he agrees with
that some people are better
only, of course, he thinks he's in the better group, but even with the Carrows, who're making him sit in the back, he doesn't want us--Nev and me--standing up for him. He's really
I dunno
And Dean just shrugs and won't talk about it, but he's really hacked off, you can tell. And also
So I don't know what we should do, y'know? And we've got both Charms and Transfiguration again tomorrow.
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Dec. 26th, 2009 10:33 pmGot all my notes done tonight cause Percy so Percy could take them up to the owlry along with his when he went out to do his rounds.
But, hey, Harry--I guess I should say thanks to you here since it seemed kinda naff to send you an owl when you're right here in the castle, too. But, anywiz, thanks for the wand holster: it'll be really handy to have it right there in my sleeve. And the chocs are really wicked, though the ones with the really green syrup in made me feel a bit queer. Was that some kind of liqueur or something? I've never had anything like that before. So, I'm going to bring the Quidditch Spectaculars Pansy gave me to breakfast tomorrow--they're like omniocculars only they show highlights of really great plays the Cannons have made against all the other teams. It's totally nift--even if you don't really care about the Cannons. It's just really great Quidditch. (Thanks, Pansy!!) And I can't wait to see the stuff you were telling me about. I'll bring the comics Seamus sent me, too, so we can trade if you're done reading yours. Mine's Fearless Flyers. (That was a dead nift present, Seamus.)
Oh and Fred, George: thanks! I know exactly what I'm going to save it for. And, um, would you tell Mum the jumper fits and the mince pie was really nice?
But, hey, Harry--I guess I should say thanks to you here since it seemed kinda naff to send you an owl when you're right here in the castle, too. But, anywiz, thanks for the wand holster: it'll be really handy to have it right there in my sleeve. And the chocs are really wicked, though the ones with the really green syrup in made me feel a bit queer. Was that some kind of liqueur or something? I've never had anything like that before. So, I'm going to bring the Quidditch Spectaculars Pansy gave me to breakfast tomorrow--they're like omniocculars only they show highlights of really great plays the Cannons have made against all the other teams. It's totally nift--even if you don't really care about the Cannons. It's just really great Quidditch. (Thanks, Pansy!!) And I can't wait to see the stuff you were telling me about. I'll bring the comics Seamus sent me, too, so we can trade if you're done reading yours. Mine's Fearless Flyers. (That was a dead nift present, Seamus.)
Oh and Fred, George: thanks! I know exactly what I'm going to save it for. And, um, would you tell Mum the jumper fits and the mince pie was really nice?
Dead grim!!!
Oct. 23rd, 2009 01:13 pmSo this morning everyone was talking at breakfast about the Headmistress's announcement and Towler said it was in the Prophet, too, in the section where they report what happened here at Hogwarts during the week. And later we thought that we should probably check to see if they said any more about Dean, so at lunch we asked around and found someone who still had a copy--you know, I never really noticed, but I don't think a lot of people take the Prophet, I mean Towler and Wood just get it for the Quidditch results, I think--anyway, it didn't say anything new about Dean, so that was okay, but then I closed it up and saw what was on the front page.
I mean, it took me a few minutes to realise what it was. There's a picture of a dead bloke on the front page!! Really! A corpse, just sitting there on a bench, and he's dead dead!!! It's, um, the article says he's a 'Mudblood labourer found murdered at his New London worksite Monday morning'. And he's just sat there, with his lunch beside him on that bench, and one arm draped over the back of the seat like he's just waiting there, and then if you watch the picture just a minute, you realise that it looks like he's sweating: there're beads of it on his forehead and dark patches of it, y'know, on his clothes, and then I saw it looks like he's been crying cause there are kind of streaks running down his cheeks only it's not clear like tears, it's darker like maybe there's blood mixed in? But it's hard to tell because it's a picture, and THEN! Something blurps out of the side of his mouth and sort of blurbles down his shirt front!!!
And, and, the article says when they found him all his fluids (ew, I know!) had been turned to mud. So that's muddy tears on his face and that sweat is mud, and when they moved him, it says that loads of mud just sort of sloshed out of him!!!
I can't believe they put this in the paper. Except Seamus says it's because of what it says on the bench beside him in the picture. Somebody's written 'this is the grim truth' on the bench like that's the point of it. But it just doesn't seem right, them putting a picture of a dead body like that where everybody can see it. Just, y'know, ughk!
I mean, it took me a few minutes to realise what it was. There's a picture of a dead bloke on the front page!! Really! A corpse, just sitting there on a bench, and he's dead dead!!! It's, um, the article says he's a 'Mudblood labourer found murdered at his New London worksite Monday morning'. And he's just sat there, with his lunch beside him on that bench, and one arm draped over the back of the seat like he's just waiting there, and then if you watch the picture just a minute, you realise that it looks like he's sweating: there're beads of it on his forehead and dark patches of it, y'know, on his clothes, and then I saw it looks like he's been crying cause there are kind of streaks running down his cheeks only it's not clear like tears, it's darker like maybe there's blood mixed in? But it's hard to tell because it's a picture, and THEN! Something blurps out of the side of his mouth and sort of blurbles down his shirt front!!!
And, and, the article says when they found him all his fluids (ew, I know!) had been turned to mud. So that's muddy tears on his face and that sweat is mud, and when they moved him, it says that loads of mud just sort of sloshed out of him!!!
I can't believe they put this in the paper. Except Seamus says it's because of what it says on the bench beside him in the picture. Somebody's written 'this is the grim truth' on the bench like that's the point of it. But it just doesn't seem right, them putting a picture of a dead body like that where everybody can see it. Just, y'know, ughk!
Seamus, Neville, Dean
Oct. 1st, 2009 05:17 amYeah, okay. I'm all right.
Just. I needed to get out of here last night. It's good you ate the stuff. I told you to, right? (You didn't have to leave me a note.) Anywiz, let's not talk about it at breakfast, okay? I'll see you there, then.
Hey, Marvolo! It was wicked meeting your snake last night! And, I dunno. I'd never really thought of stuff that way. Just, yeah.
You're getting better at chess, mate. We'll have to play again! Maybe Friday afternoon? If it's still chuckin it down outside, yeah?
Just. I needed to get out of here last night. It's good you ate the stuff. I told you to, right? (You didn't have to leave me a note.) Anywiz, let's not talk about it at breakfast, okay? I'll see you there, then.
Hey, Marvolo! It was wicked meeting your snake last night! And, I dunno. I'd never really thought of stuff that way. Just, yeah.
You're getting better at chess, mate. We'll have to play again! Maybe Friday afternoon? If it's still chuckin it down outside, yeah?
So you know.
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:57 pmI might be the only person in history to get detention before the term even properly starts. (Not that I'm proud of that or anything, Mum.)
But there's all this mad stuff going round about what we did and why we did it, so I just wanted to set things straight. Harry Marvolo couldn't come to school on the train because someone hexed the barrier to the platform. Which is pretty ironic since they only put it back up last year when Harry started Hogwarts. I guess it was part of the old secrecy thing back, well, before, y'know. And then they took it down once wizards started to use the whole station and everything, but they put it back up--the barrier--last year to help keep Harry Marvolo safe from all the mad nutters who are always trying to touch him and give him stuff and, of course, from the ones who keep trying to attack him.
So, anywiz. We couldn't get through the barrier 'cause someone must have hexed it. And everyone else had already gone through ahead of us while we were there talking, so when we couldn't get through--and I mean we couldn't get through!!--we thought probably nobody could get back to help us, either. And the spell was a really rough one, too, so we thought that someone was trying to kidnap Harry or kill him or something, and anyway, it was time that the train should already have gone, so we did the only thing we could think of. We'd just been talking about how my dad charmed his car to fly and how wizard it was, and we'd just driven to the station in that car (on the roads, actually, because Mum didn't trust the spells, and anyway she said we absolutely couldn't fly to the station no matter how late we were running). It was just dead obvious: we needed to get out of there fast so nobody could kill Harry ... and there was the car!
So, yeah. We flew to school. We could see the train down there below us. That's how we knew which way to go, but I guess none of you looked out the window and saw us. (Funnily enough, I guess we made the paper because some people in London and other places did look up and see us flying along!)
And, yeah, we did crash the car into the Whomping Willow, and that's why I've got to do detention... to help Professor Sprout set the broken limbs on the tree. So if I don't live until tomorrow, it was nice knowing you all. And if I do live: Seamus or Nev, would you bring me back an extra helping of whatever they're serving for pudding tonight? I bet I'll be starving by the time we're finished!
Gotta run so I'm not late for afternoon lessons...
But there's all this mad stuff going round about what we did and why we did it, so I just wanted to set things straight. Harry Marvolo couldn't come to school on the train because someone hexed the barrier to the platform. Which is pretty ironic since they only put it back up last year when Harry started Hogwarts. I guess it was part of the old secrecy thing back, well, before, y'know. And then they took it down once wizards started to use the whole station and everything, but they put it back up--the barrier--last year to help keep Harry Marvolo safe from all the mad nutters who are always trying to touch him and give him stuff and, of course, from the ones who keep trying to attack him.
So, anywiz. We couldn't get through the barrier 'cause someone must have hexed it. And everyone else had already gone through ahead of us while we were there talking, so when we couldn't get through--and I mean we couldn't get through!!--we thought probably nobody could get back to help us, either. And the spell was a really rough one, too, so we thought that someone was trying to kidnap Harry or kill him or something, and anyway, it was time that the train should already have gone, so we did the only thing we could think of. We'd just been talking about how my dad charmed his car to fly and how wizard it was, and we'd just driven to the station in that car (on the roads, actually, because Mum didn't trust the spells, and anyway she said we absolutely couldn't fly to the station no matter how late we were running). It was just dead obvious: we needed to get out of there fast so nobody could kill Harry ... and there was the car!
So, yeah. We flew to school. We could see the train down there below us. That's how we knew which way to go, but I guess none of you looked out the window and saw us. (Funnily enough, I guess we made the paper because some people in London and other places did look up and see us flying along!)
And, yeah, we did crash the car into the Whomping Willow, and that's why I've got to do detention... to help Professor Sprout set the broken limbs on the tree. So if I don't live until tomorrow, it was nice knowing you all. And if I do live: Seamus or Nev, would you bring me back an extra helping of whatever they're serving for pudding tonight? I bet I'll be starving by the time we're finished!
Gotta run so I'm not late for afternoon lessons...
You said to write, so I am. We made it here just fine and got our tent up. Thomas seems like a good enough chap. Kind of quiet, but then I guess I would be, too, if it were me. Anyway, it's Thomas, me, Seamus, Neville, Macmillan and Moon in the tent, so we're pretty close in there, but that's okay because who wants to spend time inside a tent? Even a nice one. Ours has a pretty wizard lounge, so if it rains a lot, we can probably come in and play Snap.
Dinner was okay. I sorta burnt my meat, but it wasn't that bad. And the potatoes were good. Not as good as last night, though.
So, um, tell Fred and George hey. And Ginny. Tell her that Harry Marvolo did come, so she can stop worrying.
I've got to go. We're practicing juggling some apples we nicked from supper. It's pretty hilarious, actually.
Dinner was okay. I sorta burnt my meat, but it wasn't that bad. And the potatoes were good. Not as good as last night, though.
So, um, tell Fred and George hey. And Ginny. Tell her that Harry Marvolo did come, so she can stop worrying.
I've got to go. We're practicing juggling some apples we nicked from supper. It's pretty hilarious, actually.
So, yeah, hols were fun. My older brothers, Charlie and Bill, were here last weekend and that was wizard! They had loads of stories about dragons and cursed stuff and dueling, and Charlie brought me a dragon-hide wrist protector which is dead cool, and was really useful when we all went flying, cause I always have to have the wonky broom, so I'm always getting dumped off whenever I bank a turn, or sometimes it just coughs and drops like a stone and then starts up again (if I'm lucky). So I got pretty good at falling on my right arm, and then I found out that its as good as a beater bat for whopping Fred or George when they get cheeky. And we had amazing dinners--Mum had stuff bubbling on the stove all the time they were here, and pies and everything we all like. Oh, and Bill taught me a totally sorcerous charm for locking my door so the twins can't get in. Hope I remember it when we get home for summer.
But then when they went back, Charlie and Bill, it was back to work for the rest of us. I had to clean out all the cupboards upstairs--and I mean clean--I had to take everything out, charm away all the dust, then scourgify every shelf and the walls and the floors and even the ceiling, and I would have had to fold everything and put it back, but I was so hopeless with the folding spell that Mum made Ginny do it. (Good I never learned that, huh?)
And we trimmed the hedges and then we had to go to the Lovegoods and trim theirs, but Luna's Dad is really mad and hed made a bunch of his hedges into animal shapes that snapped their jaws at us or swung vicious tails to try to knock us off our brooms (and my broom didn't need any help with that!!) and we tried to petrify them, but that made the branches impossible to cut, so it was a huge load of work and when we got home Mum said we needed to finish getting the gnomes out the garden, cause a lot of them had moved back since we worked on it last week.
And all the days this week were pretty much like that. Today I had to clean out the canning room and the other cellars and I'm telling you, you don't even want to know what lives in our cellars!!! There was this one rat, Sally Anne, that was as big as my foot and that's not counting his tail and he was black as midnight. I wonder if Pansy's kneazle is any bigger!! And there were tons of totally evil spiders down there. You wouldn't believe how big their webs were, I mean some of them were floor to ceiling and then if you looked up in the rafters, you could see great wads of white web wrapped in sort of packages that were as big as rats, and I'm telling you, I couldn't get out of there fast enough!!
So I'm kind of glad we're going back to school tomorrow. It'll be good to get back to Neville's snoring and Seamus' foul socks and wondering if Trevors going to turn up on my pillow or in my shoes.
But then when they went back, Charlie and Bill, it was back to work for the rest of us. I had to clean out all the cupboards upstairs--and I mean clean--I had to take everything out, charm away all the dust, then scourgify every shelf and the walls and the floors and even the ceiling, and I would have had to fold everything and put it back, but I was so hopeless with the folding spell that Mum made Ginny do it. (Good I never learned that, huh?)
And we trimmed the hedges and then we had to go to the Lovegoods and trim theirs, but Luna's Dad is really mad and hed made a bunch of his hedges into animal shapes that snapped their jaws at us or swung vicious tails to try to knock us off our brooms (and my broom didn't need any help with that!!) and we tried to petrify them, but that made the branches impossible to cut, so it was a huge load of work and when we got home Mum said we needed to finish getting the gnomes out the garden, cause a lot of them had moved back since we worked on it last week.
And all the days this week were pretty much like that. Today I had to clean out the canning room and the other cellars and I'm telling you, you don't even want to know what lives in our cellars!!! There was this one rat, Sally Anne, that was as big as my foot and that's not counting his tail and he was black as midnight. I wonder if Pansy's kneazle is any bigger!! And there were tons of totally evil spiders down there. You wouldn't believe how big their webs were, I mean some of them were floor to ceiling and then if you looked up in the rafters, you could see great wads of white web wrapped in sort of packages that were as big as rats, and I'm telling you, I couldn't get out of there fast enough!!
So I'm kind of glad we're going back to school tomorrow. It'll be good to get back to Neville's snoring and Seamus' foul socks and wondering if Trevors going to turn up on my pillow or in my shoes.