tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48282911701284371542024-03-12T21:43:44.467-04:00T.F.Kit's Ball of String“A single thread in a tapestry
Through its color brightly shine
Can never see its purpose
In the pattern of the grand design”
Through Heavens Eyes~Prince of Egyptfuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-16374431437196604742012-11-23T16:00:00.003-05:002012-11-23T16:00:27.052-05:00Threats and finds...
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Journal Entry Fifty Seven A:</div>
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I need to find them. I need to. It is
no longer a should, it is a need. I am loosing my mind over this.
Completely loosing my mind.
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I will find them.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Seven B:</div>
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Snapers is back. He has let me know
where Dumbles is. Or at least as close as he can figure out. The
Dark Forest. Someone, a hooded figure, has him. I will find him. I
need to let the boys know.
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I have your precious Dumbles. Your
rock and stabilizer. Come out and find us if you can. Through
darkness and justice, your strength will be tested. What is at stake
is not your own life but his. So be careful and know yourself.
Otherwise you will loose yourself. Start at the Dark Forest as your
little sniveling black one has told you I am sure.
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I will be waiting.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Seven C:</div>
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I can not believe this. This scum
sucking dirt bag threatens to hurt Dumbles if I don't find them on my
own. REALLY!!! I know I should tell Remus or Ms Nicci or even
'gail... no I can't. I can not risk it. If Dumbles was hurt because
of it... I could not live with myself.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Three C:</div>
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It was so fulfilling talking to them.
It was like old times. But we seemed to get now where new. Ms.
Nicci knew enough about dementors to know that you had to have them
give their essence, that you could not take it. I fighting thought
that one. That you had to be on reasonable terms with a Dementor... </div>
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A Dee-Men-Tor. </div>
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How do you even get on reasonable terms with one.
That is just insane. INSANE!!! Crazy talk. Of course I am feeling
kinda crazy right now too.
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Kel, being who she is, knew the star
charts well enough to know that the actually were placed about right
if we were on earth and the locations probably were wherever the
person who did all of this cursing was. I just needed to figure out
where they are, generally, at this point in time. And remember where
the extra large glowing dots were in correlation to them. Everyone
burst out laughing at that.
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So finding this person another way was
the only way.
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Sayen asked about the necklace, of
course, and I had to tell her that when Peter went back to look for
it, it was gone. Whether it returned to Rei or went somewhere else
or was disintegrated he was not sure.
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At that point in time Kel asked what
happened when Siruis basicly tackled me.
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I said I did see something. A face I
could not quite make out. It was contorted, in anger and rage.
Screaming and, well, in pain. I was not sure if I ever wanted to
meet this person, but some how knew I had to. </div>
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She then corrected
herself and restated her question. “No. That wasn't what I meant.
How did it feel to have Sirius Black save you?” She was grinning
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Everyone else chuckled, but it was Ms. Nicci who put it into
perspective for them all. “If it had been Remus, she would have
had a very different reaction.” </div>
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At that point in time, I decided
to end our little chat. Because no more discussion of the real
problem was going to happen and I was beginning to feel tired.
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And I probably would be asleep right
now if I had not run into Remus on the stairs.
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I asked him about his and James'
detention. “Clean the room. And do potions clean up for a month.”
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I cringed and apologized profusely
saying that I could go talk to the headmaster and tell him it was my
fault. Remus put his hands on my shoulders, (oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god.) and told me that he and James did the right thing and me
having detention or being expelled was not going to happen. </div>
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“Expe...” Remus put his hand over my mouth, because I about
yelled that. “Shhh... it is okay 'kit.” He took his hand off of
my mouth and I just kept my mouth clamped shut. (my brain just
turned to jello) </div>
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“The Headmaster thought it would be best that we
were not expelled that we had learned our lesson and the punishment
was fitting the mistake.” He gave a little smile at this point.
(Heart melt, goo.) “And no one was hurt.” (I so owe them
something.) “So I am going to bed, you should too. Otherwise
Sirius might kick you there himself.” </div>
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He started to turn to go up
but stopped and looked at me. “Sirius said you felt like you might
have lost some weight. Are you feeling okay?” He had made it a
query and I knew better than to get into it right then. So I told
him not tonight … and I am finally getting sleeping. So much to do
so little time to do it in.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Four A:</div>
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I can not seem to find Dumbles. That
makes me really nervous. He was not in his usual spot this morning
and he has not been in or around any of my classes today. I think I
am going to go sit in the common room and see if he comes around.
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Journal Entry Fifty Four B:</div>
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He has not shown up all day and I
haven't seen Snapers either. </div>
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No, no no no no. I will not loose
them. James gave me an idea to look in the sock drawers when he saw me looking for Dumbles in the common room but he is in
none of them. I think I would hear about it if he turned up in some
other sock drawer right. I have looked under the beds around in
hidden corners. I have looked up on book shelves and in the coal
bucket. But nothing. </div>
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(that was a fun bath day when the troupe discovered the coal bucket. I
am fortunate Rowin does not like it but Dumbles... he is a light silver
gray and he loves, and I mean loves, the coal bucket.) </div>
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I know the boys are concerned. They call
Dumbles my rock. And, well, he is. He is my stabilizer. </div>
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Nevi is concerned. So concerned he has started his own little search party, in a way.
I think he might be my plant whisperer. I think he can communicate
with plants. He seems to be talking to them. Telling them to look
out for Snapers and Dumbles. He has not told me anything yet, but we
are still looking. </div>
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I keep looking in the sock draw just
hoping I missed him. He likes socks. He drags them off and under
the bed, creating a little nest for himself. It is beautiful.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Five:</div>
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I know it has only been two days but it
feels like more. How can you put a time on missing family. They are
my family.
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Of all the people Siruis has been the
most supportive. I know that James, Remus and Peter but it was
Sirius who seemed the most concerned. He was right there and
actually looked in a few sock drawers of his dorm mates. So I
finally asked him about the other night. The night I fell asleep
next to him. I asked him what I told him.
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He sighed. “You were so depressed
'kit. I was worried you were going to do something to hurt yourself.
And then you talked about how you always seem to fail and I thought
about last year and everything you went through and that we did not
really believe you until so late in the year. I mean if we had
figured it out sooner it would not have been so bad. You would have
been in a better place. Able to take on your shadow self and she
would not have had the power she did.” He ran his hand through his
hair at this time. “So, I knew you needed a friend. And well, no
one else was there. I was not going to let you walk away. That and
you crumpled to the floor. It took me five minuets to get you to the
couch. And I am very lucky I am on very good terms with the kitchen
elves because they got hot coco and honey toast right away. I do not
ever want to see you like you were at the end of last year. You were
so thin and pale and... well, weak. There was one point in the fight
with your shadow self I thought she was going to drain the life out
of you. You could not seem to breath.” </div>
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I saw for only the second
time in my life concern from him. </div>
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“That is why I told Remus about
how light you were when I tackled you. He told me that you wouldn't talk about it, I did not mean to cause any problems between the two of you. I just...” I cut him off at that
point. I told him it was okay. That I had not been eating well the
last couple of weeks and I showed him a plate full of snacks and he
accepted that. Right before we went our separate ways he said
another sweet thing. “We will find them both and everything will
be fine.” I smiled and hoped for the best too.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty Six:</div>
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Okay, Sirius has definitely moved up on
the friends list. I know I know I shouldn't say things like that.
But he brought me a peppermint mocha. I did not think the house
elves could make those. I am wondering how he pulled it off, who he
had to bribe and how in the universe he got coffee into Hogwarts. </div>
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Mmmmm peppermint mocha. </div>
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Now I am hyperly on caffeine and going like
gangbusters. But I am still worried about my little boys. I have
not found any evidence that they are anywhere in the Gryffindor
Tower. No where. I even had Ms. Nicci check the Slytherine Dungeon. </div>
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GAAA! </div>
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I am trying not to freak out. (the mocha is helping yes, in
a way.... too much caffeine could be bad... really bad.)
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Random thought... why is Sirius being
so caring? I mean yes I asked him and he told me what we talked
about when I had my little breakdown the other night but really...
why would he help me? I am not one of his boys. I am not some
pretty girl he wants to have a massive make out session with. I am
just plain old me. Just me... 'kit. I do not understand him. Not
at all.
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fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-16625784810281820542012-11-20T19:35:00.004-05:002012-11-20T19:35:46.582-05:00A conspiracy of friends...
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Journal Entry Forty Nine:</div>
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The tracking potion is almost ready for
the necklace. I hope Sayen is able to get it to us soon. I do not
want to use it on something that might not be cursed and I definitely
do not want it to go to waste. We have worked too hard on it to let
it go to waste.
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James stayed with me the whole time I
was working on the potion. Then he literally walked me back to the
stairs of the girls dorm rooms. Then when I got up Peter walked with
me to the classes we were in together and Remus walked with me to the
others. James and Sirius sat with me at lunch and then we all,
including Lily, worked on homework together in the common room. And
in study hall Ms. Nicci sat with me.
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I think they are conspiring to stay
with me and make sure I do not go off the deep end this year. I just
wish I could tell them I wasn't going to. Because I think I about
slipped again.
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<i>A neatly scripted note with a tape
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'kit.
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Here you go. It was not easy to get
this. Please find out who is doing this to our friends. Rei is
getting worse. Much much worse. It is starting to affect 'gail and
I fell affected too. If you need anything let me know. I will be
there as fast as I can apperate. Be safe.</div>
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Your girl Sayen</div>
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That is is I know the boys are
conspiring to keep me okay. Sirius sat with me tonight as I worked
on the potion. I am not going to add the necklace tonight that is
tomorrow. But he stayed with me all night. He hates potions. He is
constantly blowing up his and James' cauldron. The poor professors
do not know what to do with him. But he stayed with me and talked
about everything he could think of. Including a few of the girls he
liked. I don't know if he will ever settle down but I suppose that
is okay.</div>
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He also seem to be looking at me really
intently, like he expected me to fall apart at any moment. I guess I
would be a little jumpy too with all that I put him through the other
night.
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I might have to sit all of them down
and have a talk about alone time for me.
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I think I need some troupe cuddle
times. Yeah I think that is what I need to do this week.</div>
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Journal Entry Fifty One A:</div>
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We are adding the necklace tonight. It
will be me, Remus and James. Sirius and Peter will be playing look
out hopefully it will go well and we will be able to get a read on
who is doing this to us.</div>
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Journal Entry Forty Seven A:</div>
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Classes are getting harder and I am
trying to get my OWL done. I am stressed out of my mind. I do not
know if I can keep doing this. If I am even capable.
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I think I am loosing it again.</div>
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I need cookies and chocolate and coffee
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NO! TOAST WITH BUTTER AND COCO!!! That is what I want, toast with butter and hot coco.</div>
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But I will never get it never... never never never.....</div>
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GAAAAAAAAH!!!</div>
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Journal Entry Forty Seven B:</div>
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Okay, who took over Sirius' body
because the boy I just sat and cried over a cup of hot coco with
could not have been the same boy who would throw exploding snaps at
my feet in Transfiguration. No, it could not be the same boy who
would laugh at me when my mail exploded in my hands because he
slipped in a firecracker. It is impossible that he was the same boy
who traded my shampoo so my hair was blue for a whole month in my
third year. No could not be him. Had to be a doppelganger.
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I completely lost it. I headed out to
find some hot chocolate and a couple of pieces of toast, because
toast with honey is just divine when you are blue. And ran into
Sirius who was heading back to his bed with a few snacks of his own.
He started to make a flippant comment, I don't even remember how it
was suppose to go because I was so upset about things, but he stopped
mid-sentence as he saw my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder
and I crumpled. The physical weight of how I was feeling just landed
on me and I crumpled to the floor.
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I don't know how he managed it but he
got me to the couch and got coco and toast with honey. He just sat
with me there and let me cry. I don't know if I actually told him
what was going on and right now I am not sure if I care. But he just
held me and I fell asleep. Out cold on the couch with Sirius Black.
Yeah I know, not front page news but for me it was a big deal. When
I woke up he was still there. He had not left to go to bed, he was
sleeping next to me just holding me. Not my first choice but I
probably would have remembered what I said to Remus I probably would
have babbled about things that would have been really embarrassing if
it had been Remus and James would have gone and gotten Lily or Ms.
Nicci. (Though how a Gryffindor would have gotten into the Slytherin
common room in the middle of the night is beyond me.)</div>
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It was still dark out not dawn but not
midnight time frame. I got him to go up to bed and I did too.
Morning classes are going to come way to early. I should try and
sleep now. It might be a good idea.</div>
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Journal Entry Forty Eight:</div>
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Classes are going to be hard this time
around. I do not know if I can complete anything. I am feeling so
at the end of my rope.
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I just do not know what to do. Life
should not be this hard. I want to complete all things. GAH!!!!</div>
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Okay, I need to get a grip and focus.
Take things one step at a time that is all I can do.
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James and I are working on the potion
tonight because Remus, well, it is a full moon. So that means Sirius
and Peter will be with him.
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I told James that he didn't have to
come and sit with me. He just shrugged and said that it wasn't a
problem and that with a spell like this there should be two people
there at all times.
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I think maybe I talked a little bit
more than I thought I did to Sirius but right now I am not
complaining.</div>
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Mwahahahahahaha! I love wand study.
Have I mentioned that? I love it and I love looking at what things
are inside. So I did a little more wand study in Herbology again.
The cores of wand are unique and the properties of combining cores
with wand wood are an amazing thing as well. I know my core will
work well with my wand wood. I do actually have a phoenix feather as
a core. I know it is actually very rare in the United States to get
a true phoenix feather but I did get one in mine and with sequoia
wood it makes for a very strong willed and loyal wand. My wand has
not failed me and I doubt it every will.
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Just like my core of crafting. I hope
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Sometimes however, you have to hide.
That is why I like making the Gray Wrapped Wings... it allows me to
hide. I love the fact that we covered disillusionment charms in,
well, Charms. I have been able to hide multiple things now because
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Even, as necessary, the troupe. I hope I will never totally
have to hide them. I don't think they would stay with in the
confines of the charm. Actually they don't. It is always interesting to try and control the whereabouts of a ferret. Then multiply that by eight. Wrangling kittens has nothing on keeping ferrets in check.</div>
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'kit.</div>
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Talk to Lily,</div>
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I am sure she has some ideas of how to
make yourself more or less noticed. And I am sure things are looking
up. I will try and get the necklace from Rei. I am clever that way
and she trust me enough to at least let me hold it. I also am a very
efficient pickpocket as you well know. I will try and get it to you
with in the next week, because I know you need it for the tracking
spell.
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Be careful. This is a dangerous thing
you are doing. And you or Remus could get very very hurt. </div>
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Miss you
already.</div>
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Sayen.</div>
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I do miss Sayen already too and she just left
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And she will always be a little pickpocket in my mind.</div>
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I recall how I met her. My family and I were traveling
through the west. And we ran into another wizarding family. They
had a daughter my age and we just clicked. Until I noticed my
bracelet was missing. It was my favorite bracelet, a charm bracelet
that had a little bead for different events in my life hanging from
it. They were beads that I had made myself and so the bracelet was
very very very important to me. I had even put a tracking spell on
it so it would eventually return to me or I would find it. </div>
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Well, I
did find it, hanging off of Sayen's wrist. </div>
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We had a rather loud
argument over it. And it took my mother and her father three hours
to disentangle us from the yarn explosion we caused. It was the
first sign that we had the 'witch' abilities. We both were ecstatic
about it. And basicly became fast friends, once she gave me back my
bracelet.
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I just hope that Rei does not have that
on her necklace I am afraid it might interfere with our tracking
spell. I will have to ask Remus about if another tracking spell
would or would not interfere with our tracking spell.</div>
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Journal Entry Forty Three A:</div>
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Remus and I started working on the
spell last night. It was a perfect night to start it. You don't
have to have all the tracking items to start the spell, but we will
need them in about a week. I am exhausted from the preparations and
set up we did last night. I actually believe that Remus let me sleep
for a few minuets. Because I found his school robes lain over me
when I opened my eyes again. If my life was different and his life
too. He keeps himself so distant because of his condition. But he
is my friend and that is the way it is going to have to stay, I
suppose. I am not one of those girls who does love spells. Too many
consequences. I do not need to end up with puppy love (oh that could
be a really bad pun... and Sirius would have loved it too and would
have said it was about him.)</div>
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I feel like such a girl right now.
Yes, I am a girl, I will always be a girl, but when I say I feel like
a girl it is a whole other complication. It is a sense of I am
fretting over a boy, or wanting to wear pink, or picking at a salad
because of my weight, instead of living my life to be me.</div>
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It is a little disturbing.
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Journal Entry Forty Three B:</div>
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Sayen contacted me. She will be in
Hogsmead tomorrow. YEA!!!! I am so happy. It will be good to see
her. I miss my friends from home. I am really happy that she was
able to go on this trip with her family. Her father is a research
wizard who has been studying the migration patterns of fairies. He
is a very interesting man. Maybe I will even get an opportunity to
talk to him this summer.
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I got to see and spend the whole day
with Sayen. It was great. I told her everything that was going on.
I mean she knew all of what had happened last year but now she knows
what is going on this year. And she knows how much doubt I have too.
I have a lot of doubt again. Doubt about what I am doing whether or
not I should continue study at Hogwarts, if I should go and be with
my friends at WinterWare. Sayen was wonderful through it all. I
completely lost it over a pint of butterbeer. </div>
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(Side note:
I love butterbeer. I would drink it all day long if I could. It
makes me feel so happy. It is almost as good as coffee. And that is
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But no really I lost it over a pint of
butterbeer. I just seem to crumple. I cried and shook and
raged about everything. About how I seem to be failing at school,
which she said I was not that I was doing great and achieving a lot
of things. How I seem to be failing my friends and bringing darkness
into their lives. She said I was not doing that either. That I was
bring hope by fighting my own darkness and noticing when others were
getting to that same spot I was. Then she went on to say if I
brought up my body image again she was going to stick me in a leather bustier, skinny jeans and silver stiletto heels and apparate me into
Hogwarts main hall and see what the boys did then. At the sheer
terror look that must have been across my face at that time she burst
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“You need to figure out you 'kit.”
She told me. “What you want... not what other people want. Not
what I want from you. Not what your parents want from you. Not what
your trouble maker boys want from you. Not what the professors at
Hogwarts want from you. Not what Rei and Abigail want from you. Not
even what your troupe of ferrets want from you.” At this point in
time she took my hand. “No you need to figure out what you want,
figure out what makes you happy and go with it. Make it happen and
make the life you want.” She smiled at me. “Until then you will
be unhappy and unable to move forward with life.” I know she is
right. But that does not make it any easier to accomplish.
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I will say we did wander around
Hogsmead and I picked up some wonderful candies at the sweet shop and
a couple of books at the book store too.
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The troupe glitterfid the dorm room.
Dumbles told me it was because they felt it had been too long and we
needed some inspiration again. So now I am sparklie. I hate being
sparklie. I like sparklies but I hate being sparklie.</div>
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I know I have not written you all year
but I have been really really really busy. My family and I have been
traveling around the world. And encountering many many different
types of witches and wizards. I have so much to tell you. There is
this wonderful witch in Italy who does coffee and tea magic. I think
you would like her store. It is amazing. There are amazing
wizarding towns all over the world. I really liked the one in Italy
and the one we went to in India. Austraila was interesting, I don't
know if I like the town there, but there were a couple of interesting
aborigines that were friendly.
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I have a few items for you, Abigail and
Rei. My parents and I will be in England next week and maybe we can
meet up. I know you get the chance to go into Hogsmead on the
weekends, so maybe we can meet up there. I understand there is a
really good pub that serves wonderful Butterbeer.
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My mom is so out of her element
sometimes. She still has very muggle moments. But she is better
than some. Of course my brother is driving me nuts as always and so
is my sister. Both seem to be getting into their magical roots.
Taking after dad. Quid seems to think he should be able to fly all
the time. He is loving Quidditch. Personally I think he fell in
love with it because it is similar to his name. Quidel is very
similar to Quidditch. He thinks that the United States team should
be a bit more aggressive in getting over to the European circuit but
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Anyway, I will contact you through the
floo network to let you know the time we will be in Hogsmead.
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My parents are looking at sending Quid
to Hogwarts if they would accept him. If they send a letter. We are
hoping they do. I enjoyed my time at my school but I think he would
be happier going to Hogwarts. Alyen we don't know yet. She has had
a couple of odd things happening but she is who she is and she loves
home. If she could have dad teach her she probably would.
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Okay, got to dash and get this off to
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With everything going on I have missed
Quidditch. I swear according to Sirius it was the end of the world.
I think it is life running away with me and more important things
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I am trying to get classes done so that
Remus and I can start working on the tracking spell.
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I spoke with 'gail. Or rather I got
yelled at by her. It is not fun getting yelled at by a friend.
First she sends me a note through the floo network and demands that I
talk to her. Then she yells at me. I understand that what I was
speaking about with Rei was upsetting but it needed to be said. I
tried to convince 'gail to get her necklace if she could and send it
to me. She did not seem to want to do that. She seem to think that
I am obsessed and that I was projecting my own problems on to Rei,
who is very sensitive and influenced by what I say and do.
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I need to try and get some sleep.
Things are getting crazy. Once I get the necklace I can go after who
is cursing us.
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Classes are definitely keeping me on my
toes. And I made cooties... well sort of. They are not really
cooties but a friend told a story about how someone viewed ladybugs
as cooties. I can understand that as they 'attacked' in a small space. I decided to run with it. I think they turned out
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I hate being wet. Really hate it. I
like how the spell turned out but I hate being wet. And it hurt my
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Remus and I have found a spot to make
up the potion and work the spell, now all we need is the necklace.
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'gail has stopped talking to me I think and that is upsetting to me.</div>
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I do not know how to respond to 'gail.
Things are complicated. The boys and I have figured out a
possibility for a tracking spell. One that will determine who is at
least cursing Rei. But not necessarily who cursed me. I, however,
have to find the item that Rei has that is cursed.
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Remus also believes that what happened
with Lulu is also a part of what happened last year. I think I have
become a bad influence on him, because now he seems to be seeing bad
everywhere. Just like me.
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I managed to finish the pendulum.
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It will be a key ingredient in the
tracking spell. It can determine good intent and ill and is focused
enough to send me in the right direction. I am finally getting
closer. Now all I have to do is figure out what Rei has that is
cursed. I am going to be talking to her tonight. I know I can
figure it out. Then it would be just being able to track it and who
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I spoke with Rei. I did a scrying
communication, by passing the floo network all together. Also in do
that I was able to see what was cursed. Somehow it highlighted it.
It is her necklace. Something she has had for years.
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The implications of this are huge. I
do not even know how to proceed now. With the cursed item being her
necklace. That means it has to be someone close to her. And if it
is the same person who cursed me, then it has to be someone close to
both of us. There are only a few people close to both of us. All of
those options would be painful to be true. Why would any of them
want to hurt Rei or me? Why? What did we do to make it so someone,
possibly a friend, what to curse us? Cause us to doubt ourselves?
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I need to think on this. I... I need
to figure this out. For both our sakes.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Eight C:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I can only come up with three names.
Three people who we both know that would be able to do what is being
done.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I need to talk to the boys.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>A hastily scribbled note with singed
edges.</i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
'kit,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I have managed to calm Rei down. What
did you say to her? She was near hysterical when she came back to
the dorm. We need to talk. Tomorrow night. Midnight, and we are
using the floo network.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
'gail</div>
fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-9423514491485358512012-11-14T16:25:00.001-05:002012-11-14T16:25:07.582-05:00I think I might be obsessed...
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<i>This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can... </i></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Four b:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I wasn't able to contact 'gail
directly. I am composing a letter now. I can only hope what we
learn from this book will help. </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Five:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I am managing to get some stuff done...
but I am not sure how fast it really is going. I am knitting, but I
feel like I am not accomplishing anything.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
You know I am actually starting to look
for another cursed object. I feel like I might be again but then I
think about being obsessive and that curses are on my brain and then
I think I could not be curse again. I am just imagining things. I
think that I am over identifying with Rei. She is having trouble so I must be having trouble again. <br /> </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Remus thinks I need to let it
go. That we are doing all we can right now. That it will come when
it comes. I have to let go of what I can not change.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Six:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I am considering taking next year off.
Not doing the extended study, but taking some time to do some soul
searching. I don't know who I am any more.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>A letter smudged in dirt and stained
with water...</i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i><br /></i>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
'kit,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She is getting worse. I was thinking
she was just being accident prone but I really think you were right
that she is cursed. I can not find what is cursed around her. She
has nothing new on her. It is all things she has always had. I
don't know what else to look for. We need you here. You know her
almost better than me. Please come home.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
'gail</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
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<i>This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can... </i> </div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty One:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Well, I decided to approach James and
Peter myself. They were sitting in a spare class room doing some
studding and spell work when I came in and sat down next to them. I
non-chalantly told them I had already looked in that section of the
library and that they should try over to the left of that bookshelf
because I was working the right.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Peter's face was priceless, (apparently
he had not seen me) but James was non-plus. He just nodded and told
me that he would make sure that they did that and that he would get
Remus' recommendation on what to look for next time too. I simply
nodded at that then queried about Sirius. At that James snorted.
“He is my best friend but I don't think he understands the gravity
of the situation you are in.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I gave him a heavy and sad smile. “I
don't think I understand it James.” And I then got up and left
them to their work.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The thing is I do not know what I am
getting into or what I am have gotten into or what I might have to
get myself out of or what I did get out of. I am worried all the
time about the people around me and I don't think I can protect them.
My friends my family my ferrets, everyone is at risk around me.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And I am worn out. Lulu is doing
better but I am still worn out. She wants to play but very
definitely gets tired fast. Dumbles and Snapers are sitting with her
the most and that is good. Maybe I will see about taking them for a
walk around the castle tomorrow. I am sure they will like that.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
A letter in between...</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Hey Sis,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I know I am actually writing you. But
it is important. As an older brother I need to say these things.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is my understanding that you are
hanging out with these trouble maker boys now. Don't deny it. They
are trouble makers and you know it. I just want to make sure they
know you have an older brother and that he will kick their tails from
her until eternity if any of them hurt you.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I might just be a muggle but I know
people and we are from Michigan, bodies have been lost in Michigan,
so who knows what I would do to someone if you were hurt in anyway.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
They are to treat you with respect.
They need to understand that.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Well, I will see you when you get back.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Your bro.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Two a:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I love my brother. I know the boys
would turn him into a weasel or a toad or something but I love the
fact that he would defend my honor. We are blood and that is what is
important. Because if they turn him into anything, I would have to
retaliate and no one wants that. A troupe of eight ferrets heading
for pant legs.... that is an image I love. You know they would
probably turn my bro into a fish.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Two b:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I have never actually seen Sirius laugh
so hard in his life. Not at my brother but at Peter.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I read the four of them my brother's
letter. And I thought Peter was going to pass out at the statement
about Michigan and bodies being lost there. </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Really?” He said
in terror. “You could loose a body in the woods there?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Or
the lakes.” I stated back. </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“LAKES?” His eyes got the size of
saucers at this point in time. “THE BIG ONES?” His voice
probably could have nearly broken glass and Sirius could not hold it
in any more. He just started to laugh. It took him a good five
minuets to catch his breath.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty Three:<br /> </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Lulu
loved the walk. Well, the carry. I did not quite trust her walking
around in the cold right now. Her lungs are sounding good and she
has gained some of her weight back.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
James, Peter and Sirius are helping me
look in the library again tonight. We think we found a book that
might have a spell to track down this particular curse or something
similar. Remus said he would help translate it because it is in an
older form of Slavic. I know enough about spell words to know that
it is a dementor trackers spell. Whether or not we can use it to
track this particular curse and who cast it I am not totally sure.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>A note attached to the page written in
a scrawling penmanship...</i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
DOOMED!!!~Rei</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Directly under the note~ </i> </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry
Thirty Four a:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I need to contact 'gail. We are going
tonight to the library but I am worried, especially with this note
that was just delivered to me. The poor owl looked like he had been
through a tornado to get to me with it. After the library I will see
about contacting 'gail.</div>
fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-21446928771336633842012-11-12T20:02:00.002-05:002012-11-12T20:02:35.038-05:00Oh noes....
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can... </i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i> </i> </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Eight a:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I am panicking. Lulu is sick. Really
sick. She is not eating. She is ignoring her ferrietone. I can not
loose her. I can not loose any one of my little ones. They are my
everything. They keep me sane. Absolutely sane.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Eight b:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I took her to her doctor. He gave her
some medicine. Or rather gave it to me to give to her. She gets it
twice a day for two weeks. I know I should not worry but I am. I
know I should be focusing on classes but I don't know how I am going
to do that caring for her. Classes can wait. Lulu can not.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Nine a:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
'gail contacted me through the floo
network. She let me know that Rei does seem to have a shadow about
her, but doesn't know if there is something that is being carried
around at all times. This is frustrating. I am almost ready to go
back home. This is getting harder and harder to follow through here.
How am I suppose to help my friends here and help Rei, who is all
the way across the Atlantic Ocean. I mean it is an ocean for
crimanies sake.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I am starting to send her information
that I am finding in the books that I am reading at night in the
restricted section of the library. I don't know what else to do. I
can't leave school, even though that is what 'gail wants me to do.
Rei... I don't know what Rei wants. I know that she is scared and in
some pain.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
It was painful, everyday aching. How
is she going to get beyond that if I can not find out who came after
us? I am not sure I have gotten past it.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I need to go back to the library
tonight. Maybe I can get Sirius or Peter to come with me. Peter
would be better focused once there but getting him there. Sirius
getting him there would be easy, keeping him focused... well, that is
always a bit more difficult.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I just don't know anymore what to do.
I am so frustrated.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Nine b:
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Well, apparently James can get in
without anyone seeing him. That is a touch disturbing to me. He had
Peter help him because I saw Peter, well as a rat, go through the
bars then change back and open the door from the inside lock. I hid
away and when I looked again there was James and Peter looking at
book spines. I knew that if I approached them Peter would scream and
it would all be over.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Fortunately or unfortunately, someone
came in the library at that time and we all scattered. I shifted to
my ferret form and scampered on out of there. I think Peter saw me
but I am not sure. I suppose I will find out when Remus comes to
talk to me next.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I should tell them I already looked
through the books in that part of the restricted section.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Thirty:
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Lulu is doing a lot better. She is
dancing around the tower like she was the queen of the world. I love
it when my babies are well. I do not know what I would do if I lost
one.</div>
fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-43212455559738954852012-11-11T16:54:00.002-05:002012-11-11T17:05:39.442-05:00New Classes and more cookies...<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can... </i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i> </i>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Four:<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Classes look great. I know I can make
some of these work.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I can not believe how much I am liking
History of Magic. There is so much you can do with what they are
offering. And I love stories about Fae and have a fair knowledge
about Seelie and UnSeelie Fae too. There might be away I can detect
people who mean harm and could work that for the Fae too. Everything
else I am not sure but I know I can handle what they throw at me.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
This is going to be awesome. Just
awesome.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Five:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I know I need to be more focused on
Remus right now but I am still very concerned about who cursed me. I
feel edgy like something is just sitting on the back of my neck and
telling me that something is coming that will trip me up. That
everything I care about is in danger. It is not fair. I swear life
just keeps throwing things at me.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I will not fail this time. I will
complete what I start out with. I will. I will. I WILL!!!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Six:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I managed to sneak into the restricted
section last night. With the boys out for the night, this was the
perfect time for me to do some personal research. I found the spell
that can bond the essence of dementor to an object. It takes a fair
amount of time to do, two months. And it has a shelf life. If it is
not given to someone with in a week of the bonding the item loose the
essence and it does not attach itself to a person. Once, however,
the laced item is given to someone and attaches itself to them, it
feeds off of their self doubt and insecurities. It draws out of them
what a dementor actually would. However, it is easily gotten rid of,
unless a permanency bonding to the intended target is add. There was
a reference to another spell and spell book by the same author but I
did not have time to search for it. I will have to do that in the
next few nights. I am going to find out who did this and from
everything I am finding, someone had to have planed this for sometime
to make it work.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
<i>Letters stuffed in between pages...</i><br />
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Dear Abigail,
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I am worried about Rei. I talked to
her not too long ago again. I did not tell you about the first time
because I did not want to worry you. But I think it is getting worse
for her. She is talking about shadows and being followed.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I need to ask you to look for something
she always seems to have with her, even if she does not want it with
her. Does there seem to be a darkness clinging to her? I am afraid
she has been cursed like I had been cursed. I know you have your
doubts about that. But I really need you to keep an eye on Rei. She
might start to lash out at people or worse, lash out at herself. I
still bear some of the scars of those days.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
Please 'gail. It is important. Let me
know. Any way you can. And be careful. If it is a cursed item,
they get nasty when you try and get rid of them.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
Stay safe.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
'kit.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Dear 'kit,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
Oh my lovely daughter. I thought I
would send another package. I know you have a lot of homework you
are working through but the Evans' seem to convey that you did not
get very many of your own cookies. So I am sending you your own
personal box of them. The secondary box is for your boys and yes I
know they are your boys. That whole way you talk about them. They
seem to want to protect you too from what Lily's mom has said. Just
noticing. Maybe you could give the second box directly to Remus and
let him share it if he wants to. I am just making a suggestion.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
Well, I love you and be safe.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
Mom.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Seven:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
I hid my tin of cookies and passed the
other along to Lily and her dorm mates. I know it might be mean but
I swear Sirius is a bottomless pit or he has a hollow leg. He just
about vacuumed up the last batch mom sent me. Of course I had to
explain a vacuum to the boys then. That was interesting. Being a
muggle born in a wizarding world is sometimes really really
difficult. I am so glad Lily is around otherwise I might go really
insane.</div>
fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-60007020500732217542012-11-10T23:54:00.001-05:002012-11-10T23:54:25.649-05:00I am a fuzzy slinkie...
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<i>This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can... </i></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Two:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I did it and I changed back no added
fur or ears or tail!!!! YES!!!!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Journal Entry Twenty Three:</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I finished my Gray Wrapped Wings and I am
exhausted.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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I turned it in and I added a little
surprise.
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I know I will eventually have to
register but that is only when they realize I turned myself into a
ferret. I have eight ferrets running around me at any given point in
time. The fact that they might notice an extra one in the mix will
be slim. But I will because it is the right thing to do. But I will
say it was great pulling it off. James and I finally got it down
last night. I was able to change from a human to a ferret and back
again with no problems. So, I used the fact that I had integrated
Diricawl feathers into the sweater as a precursor to changing into a
ferret. To make it look like I disappeared. I am so excited. There
is probably a lot of trouble that I can get into as a ferret but
right now I do not care.
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Remus, I am sure, will lecture me about
registering once I am back home and I will agree with him. Once I am
back home. For right now, this form will lend a great advantage into
finding out who cursed me and threatened my friends.</div>
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I am worried about Rei. I don't know
what to do. She is scared and for the first time in a long time I am
scared for her. I used the floo network to talk to her. Connecting
the fireplaces between Hogwarts and WinterWare. I wonder if I should
not have come to Hogwarts this year. If I should have gone to
WinterWare with Rei and Abigail. I had something to prove by coming
here. I had to figure out who had me cursed last year and I know it
is connected to here, to Hogwarts. But I am very very concerned. I
think I am going to write 'gail. I want to know what she thinks
about Rei.
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Well, I seem to be waiting 'till the
last moment to turn in classes again. But I managed two more...</div>
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The wonderful little shawlette that I
cal Energized! (because it reminds me of energy) and would help find
someone in a crowd... very strong vibes coming off of it, for Defense Against Dark Arts.</div>
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I did a fair amount for classes... now
to finish my detention.</div>
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Journal Entry Eighteen:</div>
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Well two more classes down. The troupe
as been overly helpful with classes this year. I am not sure why.
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Actually I am. But today is a good day
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I am hyper excited about Herbology
because we are studyng wand lore and the fact that my wand is a rare
wood in Britain makes for this to be a fun time for me. I have a
sequoia wand. Very American based. It was amazing when I got it.
It literally sung in my hands. No it really did, the whole room was
filled with music and it seemed to surprise the wand maker as well.
And it works great for me... most of the time. Occasionally it is a
little finicky and very strong willed but so am I and that allows me
to have it do what needs to be done. It very definitely works better
in a more natural environment. And even though I am a city-girl this
wand works wonders for me.
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Charms, however, was a great class.
And I was able to come up with a spell to capture the storm that the
Professors let loose in the class room utilizing twisters and
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I did kind of, almost, a little bit,
destroy the class room itself. But it is very hard to control a
twister, it has a mind of it's own and well, weather magic is very
very very hard. At least I kept it contained to the class room.</div>
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Packages interlude: </div>
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Package from Mom with letter..</div>
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Well 'kit, here is your package. I
hope it finds you well and I hope you don't mind I also slipped in
some special items I know you like. Socks, a scarf (yes I know you
have your Dr. Gryffindor but I don't care I am your mom and I am
allowed.) But anyway, I made several batches off cookies so hopefully
there is enough for those who want them. Oh I also slipped in your
slippers because you forget them at home this year. I know they are
your favorite and take you to your own OZ. Just remember you can
always click your heels and remember that there is 'no place like
home.' Your father slipped in a book that he thought you would like.
Hopefully you will have some time to read it. We love you and see
you when school is out.</div>
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Mom and Dad.</div>
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P.S. I know you are thinking about
doing some continued education with Hogwarts but maybe you should
take a year off get your footing back home. Just a thought, I am
sorry I am babbling and miss you. I love you darling.</div>
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Journal Entry Nineteen:</div>
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You would think the boys would have
allowed me more than one cookie. Next time hide the rest of the box
before sharing.</div>
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Okay maybe I do want Sirius to teach
me. I am so sore and I have fur in my ears that I now have to shave
out. That is so wrong.</div>
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And I am still gliterfied.. *Groan*</div>
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Remus finally asked me about the
troupe. I had to laugh. It was so funny how he did it. He does not
like making too many waves around me at least but he wanted to know.
I know I have told other people before but the boys had never really
asked. They had just accepted I had ferrets. They never really
counted so when we actually sat down to talk about it I had to tell
them.
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Each troupe member has a job to help
me. I am not totally sure when they showed up. I think, Dumbles and
Snapers have been around the whole time supporting me but I can not
be really sure. I do know that they really started to come in full
force about two years ago. My fifth year.
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The Troupe is a band of eight ferrets.
Four ferrets representing the Houses, one representing Quidditch and
three that represent parts of myself.
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First is Sherman. He is a larger
ferret, burly, with a redish fox like tint to his fur. He is the
Gryffindor ferret. Brave and noble. And a bit reckless. He gets
himself into more trouble that I can even say. But I love him. His
favorite classes tend to be Tranfiguration and Care of Magical
Creatures (though I think he also like DADA but that is just a
personal thought.)</div>
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Next is Sally. She is a dark brown
ferret with a very distinguishing mask, who is the Slytherin ferret.
She is also Sherman's best friend. I kid you not they are almost
inseparable. She is cunning and crafty and will defend her troupe by
what ever means are necessary. She tends to like Potions and Defense
Against the Dark Arts, which is probably one of the reason why
Sherman like DADA.</div>
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Rowin is my little black eyed white
ferret scholar and my Ravenclaw ferret. She is intelligent and
clever. She tends to be more cautious than the rest of the troupe.
She keeps them, mostly out of trouble until they get her into it.
She is very curious, more so than the rest of the troupe, and that is
what will get her into more trouble than the others.
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Lulu is a light brown badger marked
ferret who is the accepting Hufflepuff ferret. Her favorite thing to
wear is a pink tutu. I do not know why and I have long since stopped
trying to figure it out. I think she would do back flips for a
sparkly one. She small but sturdy and loyal. She is also
persistent, which can also be interpreted as stubborn. She loves
Divination and Charms. Though does have a fascination with
Herbology.</div>
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Snitchet my tiny (smallest of the
troupe) honey golden Quidditch ferret. I still want to know where
she got the wings and how she keeps managing to get flying potions or
charms or spells of some sort. She is amazingly crafty and
energetic. She is my ADOS ferret, Attention Deficient Ooo Shiny. If
it is gold and shinny she loves it. I kid you not. Insane about
Quidditch and wants to learn how to fly a broom. A ferret on a broom
would be something to behold. And I bet she could eventually figure
it out. Wrangling her is a full time job in and of itself, but she
also minds herself around Dumbles. Dislikes Snapers but will mind
him if I tell her to, which is every day otherwise she won't.
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Nevi is my chubby dark sable ferret.
He has the heart of a lion, though he does not always know it. He
stumbled through the first bit but seems to have found his footing.
He will defend the troupe with his life and has a strong hate, and it
is hate, for snakes. I have found a few carcases around his sleeping
area under the bed. He loves Herbology and is amazingly very good at
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Now Snapers is an interesting black
ferret who always looks like he is either going to fall asleep on you
or just disinterested in everything. This is an incredibly rare
trait in ferrets. He, when he does speak...</div>
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Oh yeah they do talk. I have a couple
of charms set up around the dorm and common room so that people can
understand then. Elsewhere in the castle not so much. I try not to
disturb the workings of Hogwarts too much and just keeping the charms
contained to Gryffindor seemed to be the way to go.</div>
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Yes, when he does speak, it is with a
very dry sarcastic undertone. And he would never admit this but he
loves cuddles by the fire and cups of tea. He is a lover of tea.</div>
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Dumbles is my elder silver gray ferret,
who somehow manages to wear golden rimed half moon glasses. He is
clever and optimistic about live the universe and everything. No he
is. He is wise, very wise in my opinion and gets into more trouble
than Snitchet when he is determined. He and Snapers are the ferrets
who encourage me with my OWLs. Oh and he likes to sleep inside
socks, particularly blue ones. He says they are bigger on the
inside.</div>
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You might ask why I have eight ferret
companions instead of one cat, owl or toad, well I am not sure
actually but they let me keep all of them. Probably because they
would find a way back into the castle even if they were thrown out,
sent home or cursed away. They are resourceful and somehow stuck
with me at Hogwarts. Each ferret has their thing they do for me.
Each baby is special. Only Dumbles and Snapers are allowed to help
me with my search for who cursed me, all of the others would spill
their furry little bellies for a teaspoon of FerriTone, aka Ferret
Crack. *shakes head*</div>
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I feel great about this term.
Absolutely great. I am even getting letters from family and friends.
And I am progressing in my classes. I am so excited about this
year.</div>
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Letter Interlude:</div>
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'Kit!</div>
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Oh how I miss you too. I am constantly
wondering about you and what you are up to. You are going to have to
give me some details on what classes are like there. Here it is a
lot of fundamentals. We have our core classes that we have to take.
Potions, Transfiguration, Charms and Herbology. Magical Self Defense
is an elective but highly recommended. Flying, Astronomy and
Divination are other electives that are offered. Magical Creatures
(not Care of) it is a mix of identifying, hunting and caring for
them, I am taking that one. It is a lot of fun. I love creatures.
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Anyway, Rei misses you lots, she talks
about you constantly and is wondering when you will be coming back
and if you will be coming to our school next year. I don't think she
understands that seven years is generally the top on this level of
wizarding.
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Oh yeah, I met someone. He is perfect.
He sends me flowers and fairies all the time. The house elves are
getting sick of cleaning up after him, since he likes to have rose
petals drop from the ceiling when ever I enter my dorm.
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I don't know if I ever told you about
the dorms here. They are lovely. I mean it is always cold, you
Michiganders just seem to handle it better than I do. But the view
is great. My dorm is in the north wing. I am on the third floor (I
think) and we are over looking Lake Superior. The waters always seem
to be so clear. I get to watch when storms roll in over the water.
Coming from Arizona this is an amazing thing. You really should come
and visit here and enjoy what they have to offer.
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Maybe you could do a study here and
still take some credits over there. (crosses fingers and hopes)</div>
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Anyway, I should get back to my
homework. Be safe as always.</div>
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Abigail.</div>
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<i>On a crumpled piece of paper stuck next
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'kit, I am scared. Something is
following. Shadows are everywhere. They are grabbing at me. I
don't want to tell anyone what is going on, but I think someone is
after me. I am having bad dreams... it has been a long time since I
have had dreams like these. Please... what should I do? I know you
are very good at figuring out dreams. Midnight, on Saturday. I will
be waiting in our common room. I know you know ways of talking face
to face. Please... I will be waiting. ~ Rei.</div>
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I was sitting in the common room when
the boys walked up. It was late at I was working on finishing
another class. Remus did something he never does, he took my work
from me and set it aside. He also took my hands in his. (Now I know
I turned seven shades of pink at this moment but I did not care or
notice, at the time, that Sirius was being serious.)
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Remus then asked me if I truly wanted
to find the person who had cursed me and if I truly believed someone
did curse me and that it wasn't some random event. That I was the
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(After getting my senses back I
realized he was being serious and so were the other boys. Peter
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I think I managed a nod.</div>
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He nodded at that. “Do you solemnly
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When he said that, I blinked and had no
clue what he meant. “Do you solemnly swear you are up to no good!”
The second time he made it a statement and I understood. He was
swearing me into their little secret club.
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I mean everyone knew they had a little
boys club they hung out in but no one else had ever joined. Now here
I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room being asked, in a way to
join their 'boys' club. If I hadn't been sitting down I would have
fallen over.
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I managed to swallow and moisten up my
very dry throat and nod.</div>
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I was then told by a very exasperated
Sirius that I had to say it. (Hey I am a girl what did they expect...
me not to go totally ashen and act like this is really cool and I
know what I am doing... no I don't know what I am doing I am always
running around like frickin' chicken with it's head cut off racing to
get things done before the world ends... GEEZ!)</div>
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So I said it. “I solemnly swear I am
up to no good.”</div>
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They nodded and looked at each other
and then Remus told me that they couldn't tell me everything right
then but they would help me find out who cursed me. And that James
would help me with the other thing I was trying to do. And then he
winked. Remus never winks, why the hell did he wink? And what other
thing... I have eighty bazillion other things.</div>
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So I turned in another class, this one
I worked very well. A Cowl for All Season, for Flying. I love
flying and flying though hoops is a jaunting way to go. Sirius said
I should have made a mobius but I have never made one of those before
I was a little intimidated by it so... I simply took on something I
thought I could manage. It was a fun little thing to do.
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Oh that other thing!
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The boys took me to a deserted
classroom last night. They new better than to try and come up and
get me on their own, they sent Lily. Though, it was funny to watch
Sirius the first time he tried to sneak into a girls dorm room. The
stairs the slide, the second time was funnier with the catapult. (I
so loved to hear that scream. He compared it to being launched off a
broom by a bludger.) But I digress.
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Remus met me at the bottom of the
stairs and trust me if I was awake enough I would have actually seen
this coming but it had been a long day of classes and I had gone to
bed early. They bamphed me with some spell. The next thing I knew I
was sitting on a couch in a dimly lit classroom and Lily was chewing
out Sirius and James on the other side. “I don't care if you are
initiating her. You do not do that to a girl, ever.” I watched as
she turned and walked over to Remus. “Just let me know when you
are done and I will come and get all of you safely back into the
Gryffindor common room. And...” She turned to me at this time.
“... let me know if they do anything inappropriate, again.” She
then left the room. I blinked. She probably was not the best choice
to help get me where ever I was now but she probably was the only one
I would have gotten up for. I sighed and looked at Remus.</div>
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It was then that they started to tell
me about their little group of Marauders, or at least that was what
they called themselves. They told me about Remus' condition, and how
each of them helped. That all these thing were put in place and they
worked together to keep Hogwarts and those in Gryffindor tower safe.
“In fact we work hard to keep all of the students safe.” James
had spoken up. “Even Slytherin.” I could almost hear Sirius'
distaste for that house but he still said it, which was something.
Peter was the least talkative among them but I had always come to
expect that from him. He had always been the more shy of the set.
He had always been the follower not the leader. He was more like me,
I guess. Supporting those around him, even if it meant he was in the
shadow. So I asked him why he did it. Why he learned it and why he
continued to work with this group of ruffians.
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His answer was simple to the point and
I believe from the heart. “They are my friends.”
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I nodded and told them I was totally
in. I was their person. Their girl friday. And that I would have
James teach me. “Sirius. I am a girl and I have a brain, so you
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With that there was a slightly
surprised look and Sirius responded in a way I never expected. He
came up to me and took me in a hug. “For you, I would make an
exception.” Then he shoved me back and said. “To the kitchens
for dessert.”</div>
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We did not end up going to the kitchens
we ended up going back to our tower. And morning came way too early
for me. I was exhausted all day and still am. Should take a nap, but
I have some studying to do before dinner.</div>
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Letter Interlude: To a dear friend.</div>
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Dear 'gail,</div>
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I know you are struggling at school and
I thought I would write and give a little bit of sunshine. I miss
our outings for coffee and photographs. It was fun this summer,
between work and reading about the hoarding world.
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Do you remember the walks in the dunes
and around the lakes. That was a fun vacation. We were able to
create some great stories and craft together some wonderful spells.
I am learning so much more while I am here. I know there will be so
much more that we can do together when I come home.
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No, Remus hasn't really noticed me. I
guess I have to be okay with that. I don't really know why I like
him but I do. Then there is of course my friend at home, but that is
very very very complicated, so I am trying really hard to keep it
platonic and well, then there is you. But you like Remus, just see
me as a friend. (I know I should stop pining for what I can't
have.)</div>
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I haven't been having bad days while I
am here and that is a good thing. The troupe keeps pushing me and
that is really good.
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I will tell you a little secret. It is
their little shining eyes and pink and black noses and inquisitive
natures that keep me going and get me out of bed every day.
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Okay, I should go.... but first, you
must tell me all about your classes. I am curiosity to know what a
Wizarding School in my home state is like.
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Be safe and smile.</div>
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'kit.</div>
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Letter One To Mom:</div>
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Mom,</div>
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Hiya there. Just managing to keep busy
over here. Sorry I haven't written yet. Classes are amazing as
always. I think I am finally getting the hang of Potions. I am
loving most of my Professors. They are even letting me do some
alternative magics. Who knew they were so progressive.
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I know you are worried about me but
really I am doing a lot better than I was last year. I am getting
things done and I am keeping my spirits up very well. <br />The house
elves haven't killed the troupe yet or me for my messy tendencies, of
course I have yet to blow up the Potions lab so they have very little
to worry about. (no I am not kidding I did that the other year and
the house elves boycotted my bed making for a month.)</div>
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And before you ask, there is no one
special in my life. It is complicated enough with learning magic,
living away from home in another country and being away from you
guys. I do not need to be adding a significant other into the mix of
all that trouble.
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Well, I should be going. Give everyone
my love and I will see you over the holidays.</div>
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'kit.</div>
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P.S. Hopefully the owls are finding you
okay. Wizards don't necessarily understand Muggle Post</div>
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Letter Two from Mom:</div>
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Hi honey,
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I am glad to hear you are enjoying
yourself so much over there. I hope you are bundling up and staying
warm. You know how you can get bronchitis so easily.</div>
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I am putting together another care
package for you. Should I send it to the Evans' like I did the last
time? I just really do not trust Owl Post over the Atlantic with a
box that has food in it. And you got the package alright from them
last time right?
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As for the significant other. I just
want you to be happy honey, that is the important thing. But I mean
that Remus Lupin was very nice the last time I was over visiting.
But that is just me being hopeful, I guess. Of course that Sirius
fellow was very dashing as well. I digress, what ever makes you
happy.</div>
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Anyway, everyone is doing well,
including your grandma, blissful as ever. We love you and miss you.</div>
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Love mom.</div>
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Letter Three to mom</div>
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Mom,
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Really mom? Really? Remus is just a
friend. And I am happy to keep it that way. As for Sirius Black.
No way. N.O. Way. He is a very dashing young man but not my type.
A little more arrogant than I would choose, that whole 'I am handsome
and know it' attitude. Besides there is someone I like back home, and
no I am not telling you who. So, DROP IT!!! (there I put it all in
capitals so you will understand.
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Yes, Lily said her parents would gladly
send a package on to Hogwarts if you wanted to send it to them to get
it through the OWL Post. They were happy to do it for you before and
they would be happy to do it again. They are a wonderful muggle
family who understand how difficult it can be to traverse the ways of
the wizarding world. Even though you are an American witch, couple
of generations out.
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I know my dorm mates and the troupe
wait (not so) patiently for your package. (there are several request
for your chocolate chip cookies by the way.)</div>
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Classes keep going and I am managing to
keep things interesting. Running around like a chicken with my head
cut off, as usual.
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Oh have to dash. I love you.</div>
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'kit</div>
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Letter Four from Mom</div>
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Dear 'kit,</div>
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Chocolate Chip Cookies, check.</div>
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String – check</div>
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Ferret Toys – check.</div>
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I think I need to do a little more
shopping. I hope Dumbles is doing well. He always makes me laugh
when you come home. I just wish some of the others besides Dumbles
and Snapers would come home with you. But I know you say they are
Hogwarts ferrets through and through and that getting them to leave
the grounds is apparently very difficult. But try. I would love to
see Lulu in her tutu and Snitchet zooming around with her wings. I
know they make you laugh and keep smiles on your face for more
seasons that I can say. Each one of them provides something special
I don't know how else to describe it but when you talk about them and
love on the two who come home, you glow. You are a little ferret
girl. You need to remember that and them.
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Don't let the darker side of yourself
creep in and cause you pain. They will help keep it away. And so
will your friends and family. We love you.</div>
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Hearts and more hearts, Big huggles and
luvs. Mom.</div>
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Letter five to Mom</div>
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Mommy,</div>
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All the colors of the rainbow can not
describe how much your words mean and how much your love is to me.
If I could capture them and give them all to you I would. Thank you
so much.
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'kit.</div>
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P.S. I will see what I can do with the
troupe.</div>
fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-74774406760081337152012-11-05T06:11:00.000-05:002012-11-05T06:11:22.137-05:00Bludgers, Quaffles and Snitches, oh my...
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Journal Entry Eleven A:</div>
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I have exhausted every book in the
regular parts of the library in how to search for a curse. I am not
sure how I am going to get into the restricted section to read some
of those books. I know there is a way to track someone who curses
you. There has to be. I mean, Aurors do it all the time don't they.</div>
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Maybe one of the professors will give
me a note to research something in their class and I can do a little
more looking. Or I could... but that will take some work.
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Journal Entry Eleven B:</div>
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I found a section off to near the west
that I have not had the opportunity to look through yet. I think
there might be some maps and legends that might be able to help in
discovering those who have cursed. I just need to do a little more
digging. I am still looking for a way into the restricted section.
I know there is stuff in there I can use. I know there is.</div>
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Snitchet is dooking at me for all I
have done for Quidditch. I cheer on the team very definitely.
Sirius and James, flying around but I help out too. I keep things
moving. I almost wasn't able to help out. I had so much
organization to do. But I did it. I organized all of my projects
and have been able to keep them in order, so far. I worry that I
will loose something by keeping it this organized. I am a clutter
organizer. I know this. But we will see how it goes. I am hopeing
to get a creative space set up when I get back home. There is so
much I want to do. I want to get my loom set up. I really do. I
want to weave again.
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But Quidditch.... yes. I tried a
different method of dyeing and I kind of like how it turned out...
but I am not sure. I don't like how the color didn't get as deep as
I would have liked. I think I need to do a little more work on
figuring that out. Maybe it will work better with a Kool Aid dye...
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I did figure out another thing
though... I have really dirty feet. As I was standing in the tub
winding the very wet ball of wool yarn (gods I hate being wet) I
noticed I made the tub very dirty. Must be the whole don't like to
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I will say with the first Quidditch
match in play, I realize that sometimes Sirius is blinder than a bat
outside of the pitch. He asked me after the game when I got my hair
cut. I blinked at him and told him I did it around the time I left
for Hogwarts. James hit him in the back of the head for not noticing
until then. Really, Sirius, really?</div>
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I really like how it looks, I think it complements my face. With it short I can not hide behind it as much as I used to. I will see how much I like that.<br />
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Journal Entry Thirteen A:</div>
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Remus caught me today peeking around
the gates of the restricted section in the library. He pulled me
aside and talked to me.
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I can not seem to lie to him. I don't
know why.
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Actually I do... but he would never and
I would never and that is totally not going to happen final, fine'
nothing I can do about it.</div>
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I also can not seem to lie to save my
life. *sigh*</div>
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But I told him. I told him I was still
looking for the person who gave me that quill. I know I did not pick
it up myself. It was never something I packed in my bag. It was
just there and I just started using it. So someone, I don't know who
yet, but someone had to have given it to me.
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He sighed at me. And told me to let it
go. (like he had told me so many times before.) And I told him I
could not, would not do that. And if he was really my friend, even
if he could not or would not help me, to let me do what I needed to
do to find out who did curse me.</div>
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I watched as his jaw clenched then he
took up his books, that he had set down to talk to me, and he walked
away. I was heart broken, but I knew I was right for doing this. I
had to be right. This was important to me and I would have appreciate his support and help. I guess I won't be getting that.</div>
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Journal Entry Eight:</div>
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I have heeded a call. I know I
probably should not even write it down here, staying Constantly
Vigilant is hard work. But no one sees my journals. They are mine.
And if anyone who reads this intends harm to those I care about or
the school, to Hogwarts, well, there are protection spells that are
irreversible and highly painful.
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I have taken up an Order Mission, for
the Order of the Phoenix. This group stands against dark witches and
wizards. They up hold truth and justice... and I almost said the
American way but I am in Britain so that would not really apply here.
(Hey look I can be funny too.) But there is so much that we as
students can do to help too. Especially if Hogwarts is attacked.
The Mission I too on is one that will help to reinforce the walls of
Hogwarts. I know I can complete it. I hopefully can go beyond what
they expect. It will be hard work but I know I can do it. I do not
feel I should go into great detail yet. Just in case there are
people watching me.
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The walls of Hogwarts are well
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Nevi is pushing me to work on the
Mission, he is so proud that he went and dropped of the request and
that he and I will be working on it together. He has come so far in
his time here at Hogwarts too. Like me he started out very shy,
reserved, just doing what was needed of him. Now, he is taking on
Order Missions, jumping spiders at the drop of a hat, and setting off
glitter cannons galore, while bringing tea and cake to my dorm mates.
Which reminds me, I need to find a better spell to take care of the
glitter explosions the troupe has been causing. It is so hard to get
glitter out of, well, anything.</div>
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Journal Entry Nine:</div>
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Okay, I am totally looking for great
advice in how to get glitter out of everything. Because the troupe
apparently thinks glitter cannons are the best things ever. My dorm
mates and I look like rejects out of the movie Labyrinth. Sirius ca
not stop laughing anytime he sees me, even when Remus hits him in the
arm and Remus doesn't hit anyone. Peter keeps offering me tissues to
wipe my face off and James just is speechless, James is never
speechless. Lily has been wonderful though. She has at least helped
me with the glitter in the hair and on the face. She has given me
some face wash spells and hair wash spells that seem to be working.
Now it is just the cloths and the bedding. The house elves have
boycotted our dorm. I am at a loss. Dumbles and Snapers can't seem
to keep the others under control. I swear Snapers is glowing in
glitter and Dumbles is golden now instead of silver and that is just
wrong. Snitchet is honey golden not Dumbles. He matches his
glasses. GAHHH!!!!</div>
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“In this box there is something that
will hug you. Each square has a meaning, each color has a history,
each stitch has a thought. Together they form something bigger than
what they are on their own. You taught me that.”
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I think I need to work on the wording.
I need to also do some research on the colors... there are meanings
behind them and also my personal means, hopefully I can get it
finished in time. The second one will have to wait until after this
one is done. Maybe next years OWL.</div>
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“There are times when I will not be
able to be there and you will need a hug. This will be that from me.
There will be times when you are cold and want to snuggle. This
will be there from me. There will be times when there is nothing but
snow on the ground and a chill in the air. This will be the warmth
that you will need. Wrap it around yourself, and think of my arms
around you, saying softly 'I love you, I love you, I love you.'”</div>
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I am working on preparing for my OWL.
I am going at it again and working on creating a corporeal patronus.
I used to be able to. It was beautiful. I was able to get him.
Whom am I talking about? Well, you see I have a special patronus.
It is also my muse as well as a character in stories I write. He is
there to protect me from the boogeyman, the monster under the bed and
deamentors. He is T.F. Kit a blue (brilliant blue) mohawked ferret. </div>
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He loves adventure and loves to push me in my creative areas. So to
loose my capability to create him as a corporeal patronus has been
devastating. Because of my loss of confidence, T.F. Kit, my muse,
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I am practicing Expecto Patromum at
every moment I can. Trying to get that perfect thought or feeling.
I was not able to do it in the break, maybe I can do it here at
Hogwarts, where my distractions are magical not muggle. Where I
don't have to hide being a witch.
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That is the hardest part about living
in the muggle world. I have to hide. I have a muggle family. My
mom might be a witch but she keeps it really hidden. It is also
harder being a witch in the United States. I was incredibly
fortunate to become an exchange student here at Hogwarts. There are
a few schools in the United States, there is even one in Michigan,
but they wanted an exchange program and so they asked if I would like
to go to Hogwarts instead. I thought I could excell here and I
have. Seven years and I have learned so much. Now, I need to decide
if I am going to continue my education or take time off. I know I
want to visit the other houses.
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Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,
all have things they can teach me, I know they do. But I have been a
loyal Gryffindor for so long that it is hard to let go.
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I will probably start with Slytherin
when I go as an exchange/exchange student. Maybe Hufflepuff, but that
might be what the Sorting Hat will determine. I want to wait and do
Ravenclaw as the third exchange, because that will be my hardest OWL,
and they are the OWL champions, or so I am told. I have successfully
completed three OWLs. I am proud of this fact. The other OWL I fail
at was also a Care of Magical Creatures OWL. I am beginning to
wonder if I am just destined not to work in that field. </div>
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Maybe I can impress the other houses with my Starry Night Swirl Shawl that I did for my Astronomy OWL. It is beautiful. I mastered it with my
understanding of the night sky, and showed my love for Vincent
VanGogh. My favorite painting of his is the Starry Night. I know it is the favorite of a lot of people but I don't care. I still love it. And I love my shawl, especially wrapping myself up in it, wrapping myself up in the night sky. This makes me want to go and look at the night sky, I think I can sneak up to the astronomy tower without getting caught.
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It was great I was able to, all wrapped up in my own starry night. And Peter joined me, nervously, but did join me watching the stars. But considering he guided me to the other side of the tower, it probably meant Sirius was on the other side, wooing a girl. </div>
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The weather, however, seems to be telling me it soon will be time for my other OWL
to be dusted off. My Dr. Gryffindor Scarf. It is wonderfully long
and can work like a wrap. I think that is how I need to wear it from
now on, like a wrap. It was my first OWL in my first year. Some
people don't take on an OWL their first year, what did I do... launch
into an OWL, feet first. <br />
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Yep there I am all wrapped up in it. I
probably should have chosen a different gray and maybe a different
yellow but I like it all the same. I transfigured it into a very
large and long wrap. I love it, just love it.
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I really should make a hat to go along
with it. Or maybe a pair of arm warmers. That would be fun. Arm
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I, however, made three objects to fit
into Muggle society and I am very proud of all of them. The first
was a wonderful poncho, in fluffy yarn. But it is the Hooded Scarf
that made me proud. I want to redo the scarf itself without the
hood. I love the cabling pattern on it. The only part I did not
like, DID NOT LIKE, was the pearl nine together. I think it was
nine. It was insane. I had to use a size US two needle to hold the
stitches as I pearled them together with a US 8. There was no way I
was going to be able to pearl that many together. No way. I know
that all the things I made were and are loved.
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I think I am a little homesick. I miss
my friends back in Michigan. I even met a couple of witches and
wizards. We hung out, had coffee, a very American thing to do and
enjoyed our surroundings. I am keeping up with some correspondence
with them. But I am still homesick. I realize the weather here is
similar to the weather home, one big marsh, but I wish for fluffy
snow soon. I know I am crazy, I still want it. I don't really want
the cold but I could do with the snow.
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*gasp in shock* I guess I am ready for
christmas.
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I am really ready for Halloween though.
SQUEE! (I know I squeed in my journal, there is something very
wrong with that.)</div>
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Well first day of classes down. Fun
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Looking over what is offered. I am
always excited about Potions. I feel I am pretty good at it but I
don't know if I will be able to complete an assignment this time. I
generally don't do a lot of silliness in my life. Though when I am
without coffee or a lot of sleep, I might have a touch of the
sillies.
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History of Magic looks intriguing to me
though. I always loved plays and acting. I am a bit shy to get up
on stage though, so maybe something for the set. I will have to look
into that.</div>
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I love wand lore and have though about
becoming a wand maker after I leave Hogwarts so the fact that we are
studying it in Herbology is so cool and I love Herbology. Love it.</div>
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Now I do have to say I am impressed
with the weather charm our Professors put in the Charms class room.
But I am from Michigan, it's weather rivals England's, so coming up
with something should be a piece of cake. Maybe...</div>
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I, however, I know my first class
probably will be Ancient Runes. I don't know why but I am loving
this class. I normally don't work with runes but I do love Norse
Mythology, though they aren't my patron deities. I have a plan and
it will be spectacular.</div>
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It has been a couple of days, I know.
But I have been really busy with classes and getting things ready to
go. I also have completed my first class. I knew it would be
Ancient Runes. I know my Norse Mythology and I know they call their
Bifrost a rainbow bridge. The Bifrost being the bridge between
Midgard, the realm of Earth, and Asgard, the realm of the gods. So I
created a bridge... a rainbow bridge, with a long draw method of
dyeing.
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I have been working on my Detention.
Siruis is worried that I am focusing too much on it and not on new
classes. Remus told him that he is worrying too much and that I
needed to stay relaxed and if I focused on one thing at a time it was
good for me.
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All the boys know that I feel ashamed
that I wasn't able to finish it last year. My Gray Wrapped Wings, my
swirl sweater. I just was so overwhelmed with everything. And the
curse seemed to take all I had to fight against. I will not let that
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I got that much done. I will finish
it! I know I can. I am strong enough to do this, to show myself
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The troupe is trying it's hardest to
cheer me up. Including making a mess of my yarn. I am trying hard
not to be mad at them. But right now it is very hard.</div>
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Dumbles and Snapers are not leaving my
side. Where ever I go they go. Always in my bag, dooking at me
instructions and insight. I hope they are right that I am strong
enough to be a good witch. Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I am
strong enough. I know I can do this. I know I can find who cursed
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That is the reason I will find a way to
complete all of the Defense Against The Dark Arts assignments. I
will hunt down this person or thing that cursed me.
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Remus is concerned for me. He thinks
that I am taking a path of vengeance that is unhealthy. That no go
will come of what I am doing. I can't say he isn't right. I know it
is a dark road. I know that what I might do at the end of it might
create something I can't undo. But I can not just sit around and let
who ever did this to me get away with it. I lost something last
year. I lost my sense of self. I am trying to claim it back. The
only way I will be able to do that is to figure out who did that to
me and why. I do not like not know.
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It makes me laugh thinking about it.
The truth is I like knowing other peoples business. I like knowing
when people do their laundry, what they had for breakfast, if it took
them forever to tie their shoelaces, and if they just bought these
wonderful new shoes with pink stripes. I like knowing all of that.
So when I don't know something about myself and my own life. It is
detrimental. It eats away at me, making me crazy.
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Maybe that is it. I am going crazy and
this is the first step.
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The boys are checking up on me a lot,
probably encouraged by Dumbles and Snapers. Okay, probably not
Snapers, he doesn't like them that much. I just know they are part
of my rock, part of what is keeping me sane.
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But, then I have a dilemma. I put them
in danger last year. My shade self tried to hurt them. She tried to
make them doubt what they were doing. Doubt their friendship with
me. I don't know if I could survive without their friendships.
Them, my dorm mates and my friends back home. The troupe is the only
other thing that really gets me out of bed. Sherman pokes my face
with his nose and whiskers. Snitchet nibbles my toes. (I swear one
of these days I am going to kick her across the room) They all are
apart of my stability. Like the boys, the curse took its toll on my
ferrets too. Rowin and Snitchet had run ins with dye cauldrons.
They became a little more blue then they were before. Rowin was
lucky, she only got her feet. Snitchet, not so much. She felt in
completely and turned and interesting shade of green. (Blue mixed
with a honey golden fur makes green, trust me on that) I can not let
anything harm them, again. I will not let that happen. And if it
does. Well, I will accept the consequences of my actions.
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Journal Entry One A:<br />
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It is another train ride to Hogwarts.
Always amazing. I never imagined rolling through the wall to the
platform to be so exhilarating. The last few times have just given
me a thrill. It is good to see all my friends as well. It is good
to start to talk to them. But we are almost to the Hogwarts so I
should get ready, get into my robes and get my wand ready.</div>
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The feast was grand, as always, the
Headmaster and the Professors make me feel so welcomed. And my dorm
mates have been so encouraging. It was also good to see the boys,
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They were there for me last year, when
I became cursed. I don't know how but I did. I know it was a quill.
It had been laced with Dementor Essence and it brought me into a
spiral. I wish I knew who put it in my school supplies. I wish I
knew how to thank Remus for seeing me in that state. So down so
drawn on. I barely completed classes. I was amazed I was asked
back. I don't know if I would have asked me back.
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The fight that I had, to rid myself of
the curse was epic. Or so I was told. I don't remember much of it.
I remember preparing for the fight.
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The quill seemed to attach itself to me
at all times. Sliding into pockets or in between parchment papers or
in a journal, without me even realizing it was there. I knew, even
if I thought I had left it in my room, it would follow me to the
bathroom where, the boys and I were going to preform the anti-curse.
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And sure enough it did come. I had
dressed myself in a light bit of clothing, just a t-shirt and a pair
of pants, my feet were bare, because I felt more secure if I needed
to flee or get a grip on the ground. I did not feel that shoes or
socks could help me with that. I had my hair up so that it wouldn't
get in the way. When I arrived in the bathroom the boys were there.
Remus had a cauldron going, a light glowing liquid bubbled in it. He
had told me to put the quill in the cauldron. So I started to but my
hand would not let go. I couldn't seem to drop the quill into the
liquid. It always seemed to end up in my hand or pocket or behind my
ear. It took an hour of them telling me that I had not done it yet.
At one point Sirius even tried to take it out of my hands and put it
in himself. I hit at him, not as though I could do much damage, and
James stopped him from retaliating. Which was probably a good thing,
because he could really really hurt me.</div>
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Finally I stood in front of it, holding
the quill with both hands. I stopped and meditated for a few
moments, focusing my energy, and let go. I watched almost in slow
motion the quill fall downward into the liquid and the color go from
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And that was where my memory stops,
except for what the boys told me, or rather Remus shared. Remus,
told me of how the cauldron exploded and the black liquid bubbled
outward and formed into a shadow of me, a shade almost. She spewed
hate and despair from her mouth. Sirius had drawn his wand and
stepped up to her telling her to back off. She turned and hissed a
cloud of toxic smoke at him that he choked on, causing him to stagger
backwards. James had stepped up next to Sirius and held him up as
the attack happened. But he too was blinded by the smoke. Remus had
managed to skirt behind her and was trying to contain the rear side
so it would not spread farther than the bathroom itself.
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Peter, bless his heart, had apparently
placed himself between her and the window, the fading light of the
day was filtering around him. He had fortunately noticed that the shade me, didn't want anything to do with the daylight, so he stayed firmly in the beam, but he also noted that it was fading fast.</div>
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Remus told me that I was still standing
but was seemed to be a dark smoky chain was wrapped around me,
holding me in place weighing me down. And it wasn't until she
started to spew words of hate, towards them, of how they were less
than nothing that I actually acted. He said that I seemed to shrug
off the chains and yell at her, telling her that they were not was
she said, that I was not what she said. I told her, “That I am a
strong and creative witch and she holds no power over me and I will
accomplish what I choose to do, even if I don't know what that choice
is yet. I banish you back to the shadows, I banish you back to the
darkness from which you came, I banish you from my heart mind and
spirit. I am strong and you will never change that.”
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With those words, apparently, I broke
the curse that was on me. What Remus hadn't seen, was that the
troupe, my ferrets, had some how come to me and were sitting all
around me. I don't know how I did it but I did. The love that I
felt from those little furry slinkies, my ferret troupe, saved me.
They always save me. I am still not totally sure how I get away with
having all of them. If it is because they belong with Hogwarts or if
the Professors and Headmaster know that I take care of all of them as
much as they take care of me, but I don't question it. At least not
at this point in time. Not when it is my 7<sup>th</sup> year.</div>
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The rest of the year Dumbles and
Snapers stayed with me and I felt the boys close by even if I didn't
see them.
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Somehow, I think that I have become
apart of their little band of merry men, trouble makers as they are.
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But it is getting late and we have
early classes tomorrow, so I should get some sleep. Maybe Remus is
up and there is some hot chocolate to be found in the common room.</div>
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fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-63723462889440202532012-10-04T16:58:00.000-04:002012-10-04T16:58:05.596-04:00Fair Warning!I know I haven't post here in some time. <br />
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I have been knitting, dyeing and spining. I have been creating lots of little things. But not sharing them here. <br />
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Well, that is going to change in the month of November. I have an idea... something that encorpirates my love of string with my love of writing. <br />
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Let me explain a little bit. November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWrMo or NaNo). As a writer you take on the task of writing a 50k novel in thirty days. (for the math inclined that is approximately 1600 words a day). I have been participating for the last few years and even completed the task last year. I, however, know this year is a stressful one but I still want to try, in a relaxed non-stressful way.<br />
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Why is it stressful? Well, I am stressed a work (long story not getting into), I have some home stress (not getting into on a website/form) and I am a part of an on-line competitive knitting community that is Harry Potter related. <br />
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<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/hp-knitting-crochet-house-cup" target="_blank">Harry Potter Knitting and Crochet House Cup</a> <br />
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I took on some extra responsibility with becoming a Pride Leader (Dorm-room/forum attendant/mentor) in the House of Gryffindor. So there is a bit more stress and time involved in it now. <br />
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So what I decided to do for NaNo this year, is tell the story of the 'character' I am within the House Cup and doing journal posts here, with pictures. <br />
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I am giving people fair warning. I spell horrible and my grammar sucks, but it is about fun and being creative, even when you are having a hard time doing so. <br />
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Hopefully there will be a post a day and hopefully people will enjoy... until that time. Here is a picture of sushi, everybody loves sushi....<br />
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fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828291170128437154.post-69652999243964003592012-05-31T20:21:00.000-04:002012-05-31T20:21:10.315-04:00B is for the stars.I was wracking my brain for B... I had nothing in my string work that I considered a B... until it occurred to me...<br />
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B is a thing of beauty....<br />
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And there is one piece I am so proud of and think is beautiful. My starry night...<br />
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Then I thought to add one with me wearing it...<br />
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I love this shawl... just love it.<br />
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All for <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a>fuzziekithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13459056821816875513noreply@blogger.com0