Is That Even English
Author: Coco Nutt
Date: 02-24-04 21:50
"Fritz, me china*, Oi'm gorna pop outside after Oi finish me loop* an' Acker*. Wanna come 'long or iz hit toberlone*? Wuz finkin' ta go tah tha edge uv tha Ferbiddin' Forest. See iffin I kin git one o' them Thestals tah 'ave a bowler* wif me. Don' worry. Hain't plannin' on gittin' intah Barney*. Just wanna 'ave a dicky* or two."
Coco looks expectently at Fritz who in turn looks extremely lost. After a few seconds have passed he finally shakes his head no, then mentions a Potions paper he'd like to have done before supper. Coco grins in understanding at Fritz's desire to keep well ahead in Potions, finishes her lunch, then with Pea in her pocket, skips out of the Great Hall down to the forest edge.
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china = china plate = mate
loop = loop de loop = soup
Acker = Acker Bilk (a jazz musician) = milk
toberlone = on my own
bowler = bowler hat = chat
Barney = Barney Rubble (the Flintstones character) = trouble
dicky = dicky bird = word
What a Great Place
Author: Adam Sparrow
Date: 02-25-04 09:25
Adam looked around the shoppe. He was going to miss it but Sidi really did need to be back home right now.
"What a great place Hogsmeade is!" He looked at Arthur.
"You're going to come right? I mean you're not going to take me to Romania and then disappear for the rest of my life are you?"
Arthur laughed. "Adam its nothing to apparate to Romania. We wouldn't miss your wedding for anything. You'll see us all the time...and you don't be a stranger either all right?"
"I won't." He grinned.
Arthur put his arm around the young man and they both disappeared.
Sibilings, Aren't They Great?
Author: Arlington J Montgomery
Date: 02-25-04 19:31
Classes had flown by Friday, and Arley found himself sprawled out in the common room reading his weekly "Wizarding Today". It was quite a shock when he saw his twenty-two year-old sister on the cover and there was quite a spread on the young professional Quidditch player.
Watching the Swedish Quidditch match Arley had pushed the Fallon article out of his head. After the match Arley followed Sebastian up to their dorm room and quickly changed into his grey sweat pants and white tank top.
Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by Sebastian's question. "Who is your star Quidditch player?" Sebastian asked as he glanced at Arlington, who sat on his bed with a sigh.
"Her name's Fallon. She's a Chaser for the Stonewall Stormers back in the States." Arley replied, a hint of jealousy in his voice as he ran a hand trough his hair and let out another sigh (which he often did when he was nervous or stressed). "She's one of the top Chasers back home and this only proves it." Arley reached for his robes, which were lying messily around his bed, pulled out the magazine and handed it to Sebastian.
"You can read that over if you want, almost half the damn thing is about her. She even talks about life on the Ranch and even tells some embarrassing stories about me as a child...she...she talks about mom's death Seb! Why the hell does she have to bring that up? It has nothing to do with Quidditch...I don't understand why she had to bring it up..." Arley composed himself and successfully fought back tears and looked to Sebastian. "What do ya think...?"
Sov Så Gott
Author: Sebastian Sjoblom
Date: 02-25-04 21:48
Sebastian is surprised by Arley's response. He sounds weary, even angry, when he speaks about his sister Fallon. Sebastian had never thought of having a famous relative as disfavorable. He takes the American magazine and examines the cover, sitting down on his bed. After a bit of fruitless flipping, he reaches the main article about Arley's star Chaser sister. As Arley informed him, it takes up a sizeable portion of the periodical.
"I didn't know," he says, pausing while he fumbles with a stuck page, "that you had a famous sister." Flattering photos of Fallon, resplendent in Quidditch uniform, with a shiny new broom sponsored by the Firebolt company, take up most of the interview with her, as well as accompanying article chronicling her career in depth. Sports clichés in large type break the blocks of text.
"Or that your mother had... passed on," he says with as much solemnity as he can muster. He knows enough about the English approach to death to pick up that you make sure to use euphemisms when speaking about it, and pause respectfully before you use them, to boot.
"My condolences," he says. He hasn't got the faintest idea what the expression means, but it's just the thing people say to the family of the deceased, he knows. It has a nice formal ring to it.
Arley says nothing, and Sebastian feels a sickly sort of shame sink in during the steely silence. After being Arley's roommate for more than a month, he hadn't even picked up that Mrs. Montgomery was dead. What kind of friend was he? In his own indulgent thoughts, he painted himself as Arley's secret admirer-cum-loyal confidant, but it was such a superficial claim, if he hadn't had a clue until now that the object of his affection had a dead mother and a famous sister.
"Do you get free Quidditch tickets?" Sebastian asks conversationally, to lighten the mood. What a stupid, selfish thing to say, his sniping self-criticism tells him. He'll think you want him to give you tickets. Or worse, that you don't care about his problems.
"I guess," Arley says disinterestedly.
"Sorry," Sebastian says.
"Don't be."
"All right."
Sebastian eats a light dinner, chewing thoughtfully and remaining distant from the conversation. He watches the Slytherin girl dodging another meal, but he's far too chicken to risk another confrontation. He retires to bed early, feeling drained from watching the Quidditch match, even if it was only played out in miniature and took place leagues away.
"Sov så gott,*" he tells Arley. By now, this has become a custom for them, a quirky little ritual that they share every night, and it always heartens Sebastian to hear Arley's awful pronunciation.
"Sove so goat," Arley says with a terrible yet endearing accent, as per usual. Sebastian doesn't want to correct it. He never does. Altering that bond between them would take away something he can't put his finger on. It would change him, he reflects, but not for the better. It'd be like changing the Mona Lisa's mysterious smile to a broad, generic grin, or correcting the perspective in a Picasso portrait. That's what it'd be like, he decides.
He sleeps with the curtain of his four-poster open and his hands holding the blankets to his chin, sleep-talking quietly and unintelligibly.
"Sov så gott," he mumbles thickly, the only recognizable words to rise above the babble.
"Sove so goat," Arley whispers back again.
* Sleep well.
Good Day! ...and My Hair?
Author: Sora
Date: 02-25-04 21:26
Sora was back to his cheery self! Nothing could ruin his day today, not even the Slytherins, who were constantly giving Sora rude remarks about his big shoes and his spiky hair. But Sora just smiled and waved and went about his business.
Speaking of his hair, some other first year asked him how he made it stay up like it is, to be honest... Sora's hair is like that naturally...! And since the first year brought it up Sora began to wonder about his hair!
In the Gryffindor common room, he took out a brush and tried to flatten it, but it didn't really work the way he'd hoped... For one thing, the first five brushes' teeth all snapped as he tried to brush it so it looked nicer than it had been... as in 'not messy!'
Felix tried to sit on it.. but that didn't work either... Then he tried to stand on his head... Nope... Sora tried everything he could think of when Logan came in, he gave Sora a strange look when he found him standing on his head again.
"Err... what are you doing?" asked Logan as Sora fell on his stomach. He gave a little wheeze "I’m trying to make my hair lie flat!" he said as he sat up, "but nothings working!" Logan gave Sora yet another weird look. "Want some help?" he asked. Sora then stood up straight. "Would you please???" he asked.
Then they both began their challenging task of getting Sora's natural spiky hair to lie flat!
Re: Good Day! ...and My Hair?
Author: Logan Hendrickson
Date: 02-25-04 22:50
Logan could not believe hair like this. He tried everything he could think of too. They tried water, hair spray, and were even thinking of different spells they both know that might work.
They even had their wands out, before the decided that it might not be a smart thing to try something like that. After all they weren't quite good at the spells either. It would NOT be a good thing to make the whole situations worse.
After a bit, Logan fell into an overstuffed chair, completely exhausted with the effort of doing just "anything" to Sora's hair.
"I'm sorry, but it's hopeless." Logan said sadly. "Looks like what you have is what you get. I've never seen anything like it."
He took his hand and squished it all down flat on Sora's head, the removed his hand quickly and it all sprang right back to where it was before.
"Well, I give up." said Logan. "But we did give it our best shot. But think of it this way, you probably don't really have to worry about combing it at all. It will always look the same!"
They looked at each other and the started to laugh and laugh and laugh...
No Time for Losers
Author: H Potter
Date: 02-25-04 23:26
"Thirty minutes wasted by allotting it all to lunch. Should just have us file past a counter and hand us a sandwich," Harry muses while killing that half hour outside the Charms classroom.
When Charms is over, Harry is very happy there isn't a gap of time between that class and Transfiguration. Not that he would have stood around twiddling his thumbs. Becoming ever more efficient and organized, Harry would have whipped out note cards he'd made for studying or he would have shoved his nose into a book and read further ahead in whatever subject the book he grabbed happened to be.
There's another reason Harry's hated even more than usual the wasted time between classes and during meals these past several weeks. People keep pestering him about the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Don't they realize that every time he has to stop and answer the same questions, they are infringing on precious study and research time? In addition to flobberworm farming, Harry is now positive he is also going to take up murtlap breeding and well as raising jobberknolls.
A little later, when Transfiguration is over, Harry picks up his bookbag and ploughs through the crowd of students at the door, intent on getting somewhere he can study in peace and quiet and where no one will bug him about Quidditch or taking a break for supper. Losers every last one of them if they think he's got time to take a break for idle chit chat about a stupid game or putting a halt to everything just to eat.
Finding the place he seeks, Harry plops down and immediately gets to work.
The Day Before Game Jitters
Author: Annie Paul
Date: 02-26-04 02:04
"One more day," my mind wandered as I sat in Herbology studying the day's lesson. Professor Logan walked around the room amidst some of the chatter about the game and then went to the front. "All right class settle down and let's get our minds on these plants. The dandylions cannot feed themselves."
Some of the students settled down and went back to the purring plants used mostly in a melancholy reversal potion. "Now then," Professor Logan continued, "I know you are all excitied about the first Quidditch match tomorrow but lessons are just as important to decide what your future in the wizarding world will be."
With those words my stomach did a flip flop and my face went pale. "Orie I think I'm going to be sick." I whispered as I looked at her.
