This Little
Piggy
Author: Hagrid
Date: 01-29-02 11:24
Yer 'av ter keep 'em calm,'cos if yer don't they get scared...and when these cute little flying pigs get scared they also get a bit smelly.
Just like Muggles really ha ha ha.
I laugh at me own joke and wait fer the little uns ter come ter class.
Looking at the little lovelies I tells 'em a nursery rhyme...This little piggy went to .......
Ravenclaw
Cunning at Its Best
Author: Aradia Forest
Date: 01-29-02 15:04
Or worst, if you happen to be a Slytherin and on the receiving end. Ravenclaws are blessed with CUNNING and INTELLIGENCE...so we play tricks too.
"Hey! I know this book!" I snap the cover closed. "DUH! I should have thought of it LONG ago!!! And yes, that is the PERFECT way of paying back those ignorant Slytherin gits!!!" I smile broader and summon another book from my room.
"How about this hex? Tongue tie - it makes you say whatever will be the most embarrassing and humiliating. It works really well too! Yes!! We are going to get them. YES YES YES!!!"
I join Cho in dancing about the common room. Watch out Slytherin!!!
The Retake
Exam in the Dungeon
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 01-29-02 20:49
"Just grin and bear it, Hermione."
The bushy-haired Gryffindor stood outside Snape's office talking to herself. She was ready to write her re-take exam. Almost too ready. The only thing that irked her about the entire situation was that she knew Snape wouldn't blink and would try hard to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione gave a hard knock on the door and entered at Snape's command.
"Ah, Miss Granger. I trust you had a productive night studying for this exam, since you failed to prepare for yesterday's class?" Snape grinned evily, gesturing with a hand for Hermione to sit down.
Biting her lip, Hermione opted not to reply. She slid her books under her seat and took out a quill.
"Now remember, Miss Granger," Snape said, his voice dripping with poison. "Don't cheat."
He slammed her test booklet down on the desk and added, "I'll be watching you."
Hermione gulped hard and set to work on her exam, easily finishing it rather quickly, although it was much longer than yesterday's exam. The whole time she worked, Snape stared while touching his fingertips together. Every once in a while out of the corner of her eye she could see him bare his yellow teeth at her as she flew through the pages.
When the test was completed, she shut the exam booklet, slid it across the desk to him, and immediately stood, gathering her books together to leave.
"Miss Granger..."
Hermione whirled around, but remained silent.
"You may go now."
She hadn't expected him to let her go without some kind of harsh words. It was quite unusual for Snape not to snap at her about something before kicking her out of his office. She decided it was better not to linger around any longer, lest he did decide to spit at her, and left his office promptly.
For the rest of the afternoon, Hermione found herself wandering the halls, pondering about yesterday's events. Something just didn't add up. She knew she hadn't written that cheat sheet. Someone else had. But who? And how did this person or persons manage to copy her handwriting to the letter...no pun intended. How did the person manage to obtain a sample of her handwriting? So many questions...so little answers. But in time, Hermione would solve the problems and she would win back everything she lost. She would make sure of it.
Disturbing
Thoughts
Author: Prof. Sorcha
Date: 01-29-02 21:29
Sorcha was getting ready for bed. She was troubled by what Ailsa had told her. Ailsa was out getting her dinner, good thing, because Sorcha wanted to be alone.
Sorcha had heard what happened to Hermione, everyone had by this time. That was not what was bothering her. Ailsa had just told her that Hermione might have been set up.
During several of Ailsa's flights, she had seen three students, only two Ailsa knew. Those two were in one of Sorcha's classes; Ailsa just didn't know which one. They were Slytherin, and they had a letter that Hermione wrote.
Ailsa saw the three writing on pieces of parchment, in Hermione's handwriting. If it were true, Hermione wasn't the one that was supposed to be in trouble.
That thought disturbed Sorcha, the thought that students would set up other students to make it look like they were cheating. If that kind of thing happened around here, how much more was going on, that was against the rules? How much of that was dangerous to others?
Sorcha couldn't sleep that night; she knew that Thursday would be a long day.
Midnight Madness
(aka Astronomy Class)
Author: Aradia Forest
Date: 01-29-02 21:58
I arrive the first to Astronomy class, wide awake and ready to study the perfect clear night sky. That is the one think I miss about being privately tutored at home is the luxury to come and go as I please at night. The result is that I look forward to Astronomy class even more than Transfiguration, which I LOVE. I just hope my prefect remembers that I told him about my Wed. night classes.
I walk into the dark tower and look outside. I can't imagine a more perfect night.
Re: Ravenclaw
Cunning at Its Best
Author: Jarl Hrafnkel
Date: 01-29-02 22:41
"If you use the befuddlement spell it will make the victims magic go astray. Course in this case you may not be able to tell the difference," I say with a smile.
Sweet Dreams
Author: Sykra Sawyer
Date: 01-29-02 22:50
Sykra yawned as she headed up to the sixth year dormitory for bed. She had spent most of the day doing homework...yuck....cuz she didn't really have any classes today.
After saying goodnight to Cho, she climbed into bed and closed her eyes. She was asleep in minutes. Quidditch and thoughts about getting back at those bloody Slytherins danced through her dreams. The young Ravenclaw was rather reluctant to get up for Ancient Runes the next morning.
Hard Times
for Ministry
Author: Percy Weasley
Date: 01-29-02 23:20
Percy was now back at work, his vacation over. Not that it really was much of one with him thinking about all the trouble to come.
After leaving Hogsmeade, Percy and Penelope apparated to Paris where they enjoyed a romantic dinner. They went for a walk along the Seine and then ended their evening by going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Percy had planned to propose to Penelope while they were up there, he had the ring in his pocket, but he became distracted by his thoughts. Thoughts of Voldemort weighed heavy on his mind. After his rebirth the Ministry didn't act quick enough to find him, so his whereabouts were unknown. Every time they had a lead, they would find out they were to late.
There hadn't been much destruction by Lord Voldemort yet, but that is what worried the Ministry most. The lack of him doing anything meant that he was probably using his time to plan something horrible.
Now that Percy was back in the office he had his hands full. His department was trying to keep ties with the other countries strong. The only way that Voldemort could be defeated was if all those against him stayed united.
Laughing and
Good Night
Author: Cho Chang
Date: 01-30-02 18:06
She grins, laughing at Jarl's splendid joke, "True! Very true!" With a sigh she gives a wave to all, "Sleep is lurking in the back of my mind, so I may as well just give in. Night all!" She smiles, yawning as she jogs up the stairs with her last bit of energy.
Midnight Madness?
Author: Belladonna
Date: 01-29-02 23:56
Professor Sinistra locked her door after making sure her shawl was tied artistically and her cresent moon earrings were in place. Luna, awake for once, perched on her shoulder and hooted. Tonight was lovely and there wasn't a cloud in the sky and visibility was excellent. Absolutely wonderful.
Ah, Miss Forest was early as usual and as soon the rest of the flock would arrive and then to the top of Hogwarts Professor Sinistra winced, knowing her long hair would get all tangeled and her clothes blown to bits by the night air, but it would be lovely and the telescopes were all set up. Tonight would be perfect...if the rest of the class arrived.
Wednesday,
12-1 AM Astronomy
Author: Samantha Thatcher
Date: 01-31-02 12:12
Astronomy...One of Sammi's favorite classes. She now had someone to hold while looking at the beautiful skies.
Fred, George and Sammi have astronomy (along with so many other classes) together. After a little lesson, the students were free to look into the telescopes.
"Yeh know Fred, George...Gryffindor is 65 points in the hole! We need to do something about it. Well...that is if you want to win the house cup this year..." She was looking into one of the five scopes.
George and Fred looked at each other from behind Sammi. "Hmmm...You mean give up our misguided ways and be good?!" George quipped.
"Uh, yeah Sam...It's not really our...style..." Fed added. Sammi stood erect and folded her arms.
"Now I dinna say 'give up your misguided ways'! It is possible to be mischievous and good at the same time. I dunno 'bout you guys...but no house Samantha Thatcher is in is gunna loose at last place! Second...fine...third maybe...fourth, fer get it!! We're already in last place with Ravenclaw in the lead!" Sam was clearly getting a little too into this.
"Okay...Calm down tiger!" Fred took her hand. "We'll do something Sammi, don't go psycho on me...!" He grinned and kissed her cheek. Sammi smiled.
"Good! Oh, an' the day I go psycho...will be never!" She chuckled.
"What exactly did ya 'ave in mind Sam?" George asked.
"Well...I dinno! All I know is we need more points." The boys started laughing and Sammi rolled her eyes. "Gimme a break you two. I dinno what stuff we cin do ta earn points!"
'Oky, oky..." George calmed her down.
"What ya sayin'? Makin us do all the planning?"
"You know it!" Sami grinned.
Sneaking In
Author: Majandra
Date: 01-30-02 11:28
Majandra thinks that it was a very good thing she'd gone with Hermione, Harry, and Ron to breakfast yesterday or else she might not have made it to Transfiguration. It was also good that a couple of hours after Transfiguration a few people had dragged her from her room down to the Great Hall to work on an assignment together. And as long as they had her there, that meant she was there to eat lunch and to leave together for their afternoon classes.
After Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid and his flying pigs ended, Majandra was on her own again. That little voice in the back of her head had been constantly warring with the desire to do nothing but see Dobby and to knit him presents. As with the other times she had these mysterious crushes, the constant battle in her head was draining and caused frequent headaches. Wednesday afternoon's headache had been worse than usual so Majandra had gone in search of someplace where she could at least shut out as much noise as possible. For a while she'd sat down by the lake but eventually ended up at the Quidditch pitch after one group had finished up practice. And, as on another occasion, Majandra ended up sleeping on a bench in one of the dressing rooms.
Majandra awoke on Thursday morning, realized where she was and muttered an oath. She barely had enough time to get up to her room and change clothes before Charms class. The trick would be getting in without someone, namely a professor, realizing she was wearing yesterday's clothes and was coming inside rather than going out. Ignoring her rumbling stomach, which had missed far too many meals lately and ignoring the desire to go visit Dobby, Majandra somehow managed to get up to Gryffindor House without anyone stopping her. Not caring who was in the room she shared with other fifth year girls and not even paying attention to who was there or not, Majandra had collapsed on her bed for a moment before forcing herself to get up and changed as she kept telling herself she couldn't be late for class.
Shakespearean
Slander
Author: Adriana Fairchild
Date: 01-30-02 12:54
Adriana sipped her tea in the Great Hall while skimming over A Midsummer Night's Dream. She really didn't need to read over it again–all her classes were reading it–but it was a good distraction from the conversations at the faculty table. More and more of the conversations were having to do with a certain Lord Voldemort who Adriana desperately did not want to think about.
Her concentration was suddenly broken by a student yelling "Adriana!" across the hall. Minerva McGonagall flashed Adriana a disapproving glare as the faculty members found it very inappropriate that she allowed the students to call her by her first name. The owner of the voice was George Weasley, who came running up to the table followed by Fred and Sam.
"Ere you are, Adriana." George said proudly as he handed her a piece of paper, "We've written down every single quote! Now do we get the points?"
Adriana laughed, thinking about Tuesday's performance. Knowing that the topic of the day was going to be Shakespeare, George, Fred, and Sam had arrived prepared. George entered the classroom, wearing Elizabethan pumpkin pants, a doublet, and hat. He was then followed by Fred, who, wearing a similar concoction, proceeded to "bite his thumb" at George.
George turned, drawing his sword. "Wot?! Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
"I do, thou knave." Fred answered boldly, drawing his own sword. "Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!"
George lunged, and the mock sword fight began. Their fight ranged from on top of the desks, to out into the hallway and back again. Shakespearean phrases and insults could be heard in ever direction. "Coxcomb!" "Knave!" "Thou surly brazen-faced giglet!"
And then there was Sam, who rushed in dressed as grandly as Lady Gertrude would be, with her hand held delicately over her brow in worry. "Oh, Hamlet, speak no more! Your words are like daggers in mine ears!"
The twins stopped abruptly, unsure of who was supposed to be Hamlet. George shrugged and turned to Sam. "Get thee to a nunnery!" he yelled, and then he proceeded to stab Fred.
Fred dropped to his knees, fake blooding spewing out from his chest, and lamented "Oh, I am Fortune's Fool!" and then died grandly–only to pop up a second later to pound his chest and shriek "Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt" and die grandly yet again.
Then Sam ran over to George and threw her arms around him, "My love!"
Adriana could see Fred's face burning the entire time.
But George removed Samantha's arms and walked away. "What sayest thou, I do not love thee! Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee!"
Sam's character was outraged she grabbed Fred's sword and raised it threatingly. "Thou deceiver! Thou Proteus! I love not you! Thou art like a toad, ugly and venomous!" And then she "ran him through", more blood spraying everywhere.
Their audience began to applaud, but Sam raised her hand to show there was still more to come. She took a dagger out of Fred's belt and raised it high, crying "Oh happy dagger!" and then died most dramatically. It was hilarious.
"Well, are yeh going to give us the points, Dri?" It was Sam, snapping Adriana back into Thursday morning.
Adriana sighed. The threesome had wanted points for their little performance, and she had promised them ten points each if they could correctly name the play that each quote came from and the character who spoke it. She gave them until the end of the week.
"I can't give you any points yet, at least not until I've checked it over to make sure you're correct." She smiled. "I'll look over this after my eight o'clock class."
"Thanks, Dri!" Sam grinned as she gave her professor a high five. And with that, the three of them let the table.
What enthusiastic students! Adriana thought to herself. Although it was a bit troublesome to clean up all the fake blood. And then it happened. A brilliant idea. Why didn't I think of this before! Adriana gathered her things and started off to class. As soon as she had a chance, she would go and see Dumbledore. She wanted to put on a play.
A Visit with
Miss Fairchild
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 01-30-02 16:02
Bill straightened his clothing and cleared his throat before knocking on Prof. Fairchild's office door. It was exactly 10:03 in the morning, Adriana should be back from her 8 AM class...
Tapping his foot impatiently, Bill looked around the crowded hallways, trying to spot Adriana from within the dense throng. Finally, the door swung open and a very frustrated Miss Fairchild stood in the doorway. She looked beautiful.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped, ready to slam the door in his face.
Bill frowned and didn't answer her question, "Do you always greet people that way? It's not very polite...You may need to work on those people skills!"
"Looks who's talking!" Adriana spat before attempting to shut the door on him.
"Wait!" Bill stopped the closing door with his arm. "I didn't come here to fight," he said sincerely.
Adriana narrowed her eyes as she watched him through the narrow slit of the open door, which she refused to open any wider for fear he would try to barge into her office uninvited.
"Why did you come here, Mr. Weasley?" she asked, staring at him with extreme caution.
Bill stammered for a second, trying to come up with the correct words. "I came here to talk to you," he finally said. "To talk to you about work."
"About work?" Adriana tilted her head to the side, still regarding Bill with suspicion.
"Yes, about work." Bill pushed open the door a little wider and peeked inside her office. "Mind if I come in?" he asked, pushing the door all the way open and taking a step inside as he looked around the room.
"No, not at all," Adriana said sarcastically, throwing her hands into the air at her failed attempt to keep Bill Weasley out.
Bill fingered some things on her desk before taking a seat in a comfortable leather chair.
Adriana arched an eyebrow and took a seat across from him. "Please, make yourself at home."
"You probably don't really mean that," Bill smiled.
Adriana gave a short nod and asked, "So, you wanted to talk about work?"
"Right. There's some questions I need to ask you, Adriana. Do you mind if I call you Adriana? It's such a pretty name." Bill took out a pad from his pocket and removed a pencil from behind his ear.
Adriana raised a brow and shrugged, "Fine. Mind if I call you Bill? No? OK. So, are you a reporter? Do you work for some wizard tabloid newspaper, trying to get some kind of scandalous story on me?"
"I work for Gringotts, Adriana. Now-"
"Gringotts!?!" Adriana exclaimed, leaning over the desk. "You work for Gringotts bank?"
Bill looked up from his pad and nodded slowly. "Yes...Yes, I do. Why has this piece of information gotten you so excited?" He held his pencil poised over the paper.
Adriana leaned back in her chair and started playing with a loose strand of hair as she started thinking. She remained silent for some time, oblivious to the fact that Bill was staring at her. Finally, she turned to him and asked, "Can you take me there?"
"Take you where?" Bill asked, confused.
Adriana rolled her eyes and answered hastily, "To Gringotts, you idiot! Can you take me there? Please?"
Bill was a little surprised. What did Adriana want at Gringotts? She seemed quite desperate and it appeared that she had no idea where the bank was. Perhaps it would be a wise idea to escort her there. This trip could prove to be a source of answers to Adriana's mysterious life. He would do it.
"I'll do it."
