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[October 07, 2011 @ 6:44pm]
"Really Ron, I don't understand why you can't write your Potions paper yourself. You'll never learn anything if I always have to tell you what to write. I can draw you a map to the library if you've forgotten how to get there."

The trio was making their way down the corridor after the last class of the day. It was still an hour before dinner so the three agreed to rest in the Gryffindor common room until then. They could hear the Pink Lady "singing" from down the hall and Ron muttered the password as they neared the rather loud painting.

Hermione dropped her bag onto the floor as she flopped down onto a large couch. She massaged her shoulder for a moment from where the bag weighed her down. Ron continued to whine about needing her help with his Potions assignment, so Hermione turned to Harry in an attempt to send Ron a message. "So, Harry, we're all going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
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[September 25, 2011 @ 11:09am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I feel like I'm going mad.

I've just finished the two feet of parchment for Professor Umbridge: Wands versus Words and When to Use Them. I feel that this may be a sort of trick question. We all know her stance on magic. And she calls herself a witch.

I cannot believe that we cannot use magic in a class about learning to use magic to protect ourselves. What rubbish.

Anyway, I still have an Ancient Ruins assignment to finish, so I suppose I shouldn't be wasting my time.

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A fifth year DADA post [September 04, 2011 @ 11:05am]
OOC: This would be after the first class with Umbridge, so the students already know how ridiculous she is. Any fifth years can jump in and feel free to write for Umbridge. Just remember to keep it canon!

There was a low murmur of voices in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as the students waited for Professor Umbridge to make an appearance. Hermione sat with pursed lips, her textbook sitting squarely in front of her. Having already read through the book on theory of defense, she recognized the absurdity and impracticality of not learning Defense Against the Dark Arts in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She could only imagine what was in store for them today.

A hush fell over the students as the clock on the wall chimed and the door to Umbridge’s office swung open. The faint sound of cats meowing could be heard from the other room as Professor Umbridge stepped out, a wide smile on her wide face. “Good morning, class. It is so nice – “

Her sentence was cut off by Seamus Finnigan as he darted into the room and slid into his seat, nearly missing and falling onto the floor. He was panting as he looked up at the professor, wincing slightly at her steady stare. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Moving staircase, couldn’t find my way.”

“I prefer punctuality to apologies, Mister Finnigan. Five points from Gryffindor.” Her statement was punctuated with a giggle and Umbridge didn’t skip a beat as Seamus turned to Dean Thomas, pointing out that he wasn’t even a minute late. “Five more from Gryffindor, Mister Finnigan. During my class it is I who shall do the talking, not you.”

Dolores Umbridge let her eyes scan the students for a moment, taking in their looks of rapt attention and enjoying the way they sat rigidly in their seats. Except for one Mister Weasley who was slouched over his desk with his mouth hanging open, a rather vacant expression on his face. Ah well, she thought, not much else can be expected of sons of Arthur Weasley.

“Now, if there aren’t any more interruptions,” Umbridge started, beginning to slowly walk back and forth along the front of the class, “I ask that you please open your textbooks to page one hundred and seventeen.”

She paused a moment, listening to the sound of rustling pages. “I will ask of you to please read this chapter after class. We will have a brief discussion now about the contents of the chapter to give you a better understanding of it. As you will find, the most important skill to have when dealing with others is this – your words.”

“And by no means do I mean rash spells,” she added, causing a few raised eyebrows to drop quickly. Umbridge pointed her wand towards the chalkboard and a word was clearly written out. “Negotiation.”

As a few voices started up with notes of confusion, Umbridge raised her hand to silence them. “If you were to ever be confronted by a rather unfriendly sort of person, it is important to not seem confrontational. In chapter seven, your assignment for tonight, you will find many techniques to make yourself appear less threatening and you will know how to diffuse a situation with calm, rational words.”

Another giggle sounded as many students looked at each, dumb looks of confusion on their faces. Umbridge felt so sorry for them. How could they expect to pass their OWLS if they couldn’t grasp the basic fundamentals of the theoretical and logical approach to deal with other witches and wizards? The Minister needed to know that there was a severe lack of education taking place in this educational establishment.

“Now, does anyone know what you do if negotiations fail?” Hermione’s hand shot up into the air, a long list of simple and effective forming in her mind. Professor Umbridge’s bulging eyes passed right over Hermione’s hand as she looked around the room. She clucked her tongue and couldn’t help but chuckle at the stupidity of the children before her.

“You run.”
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Train thread! Please feel free to jump in :) [August 30, 2011 @ 3:28pm]
BANG!

Hermione’s head snapped up from the window, tearing her eyes away from the mountain landscape flying past the train. She had paused in her rounds around the train, stopping to admire the English countryside as the Hogwarts Express made its way toward the castle where they would all spend the coming school year. Taking a moment to adjust her robes, Hermione tucked her hair behind her ears, ensuring that her shiny Prefect badge was visible to all.

With her chin raised, she made her way up the car, glancing inside of compartments as she went. A second year Ravenclaw nearly bowled her over as he jumped out into the passageway. “Oh, sorry!
Just looking for the treats cart. I thought I heard it pass by just now.”

Hermione placed her hands on her hips and offered a small scowl to the Ravenclaw. “You really must watch where you’re going, you know. Now instead of worrying about sweets, you ought to change into your robes. We’ll be at the school shortly.”

As the younger student ducked back into the compartment, Hermione continued down. There was only one compartment left in the car and she was sure that was where the sound had come from. Secretly, she hoped to catch a student or two breaking the rules, just so she could subtract a couple points from the trouble-makers.
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[August 26, 2011 @ 10:04am]
[ mood | excited ]

I'm a Prefect! The letter just came this morning! I really did think I was the obvious choice and it is so wonderful to be recognized. I wonder who else was chosen.

Oh I am so excited for this school year to start! My trunk has been packed for a week now. Oh, I wonder what the prefect carriage on the train is like....

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Behind the 'Mione [August 26, 2011 @ 9:45am]
[ mood | good ]


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[August 11, 2006 @ 2:30am]
Hermione rolled her eyes as she spotted Draco standing outside the Great Hall, occupying himself with a sixth year Slytherin girl. She seemed to be trying to seduce him right there in the hallway. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, Hermione had to put an end to it.

Her footsteps echoed through the hall as she made her way over to where the two Slytherins were taking up space. “Breckner, get on back to your dorm, it’s nearly curfew.”

The sixteen year old flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and was about to object to the command when Hermione tapped her finger against the badge that labeled her as Head Girl. With a grunt of indignation, the younger girl turned on her heel and stormed away, but not before blowing a kiss in Draco Malfoy’s direction.

Rolling her eyes again, Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. “And as for you, Malfoy. I still don’t understand how it is that you ever got named Head Boy. You know that badge isn’t just a fashion accessory. You actually have to carry out your job if you’re going to wear it.”


ooc: To those of you who have this journal friended, please note that I am using this for a new purpose. I am not trying to take Libby's place as Hermione, nor has this anything to do with hlife. I don't care if you keep this friended, in fact, I ask that you do, just so that we have an audience. ;)
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[December 22, 2005 @ 2:54pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Well, Mum and Dad have the house looking beautiful again this year. They always do such a wonderful job with it.

This is exactly what I need: a nice, quiet holiday.

Harry and Ron, the two of you are welcome over at any time.

I hope everyone has a happy Christmas.

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ooc [December 04, 2005 @ 9:55am]
Can we have snow?

Please?
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[December 03, 2005 @ 11:34pm]
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[December 02, 2005 @ 9:09am]
Hermione rubbed her hands together as she reached the top of the Astronomy tower, thankful to find herself alone. The tournament was over for the night, students busy celebrating in their towers. However, Hermione was too preoccupied to celebrate. In her pocket was the golden scarab that had kept her curious for over a month. As she needed, the night sky was dark from the absence of the moon, only a dusting of stars providing light.

She stood against one of the ledges, pulling the heavy peice of gold out of her coat. Also in her pocket was the small scrap of paper with the incantation written on it, though Hermione didn't need it. The words seemed burned into her mind and she often found herself muttering them under her breath. The intrique of those five words grew and grew every time she thought about them and Hermione was quite anxious to find out what they meant, what they did.

Glancing at the dark sky, Hermione looked up as if to check once more that it was indeed the night of the new moon. Satisfied, Hermione took in a deep breath and looked back down at the scarab, slowly pulling out her wand. Her heart was racing with excitement as she set the scarab down on the ledge and positioned her wand in front of her.

There was no going back now.

Accedo in mues latro letum!

After whispering the spell, Hermione's eyes widened as the gold immediately shone brightly and it slowly began to lift off of the stone ledge. She took a step back and before she could do anything, there was a sudden burst of green light and the girl was knocked back and onto the ground.


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Hermione sat up, her head throbbing, and she realized that she had been knocked out. Looking around, she saw the scarab at her feet. It was in peices, just as it was when she had found it. A glance upward made Hermione's eyes widen. A small, unacknowledgable sound pushed up from her throat as she found herself staring up at a large mass of green light. There was something in the sky - a ghastly looking skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

All she could do for a few moments was stare. Stare at the Dark Mark as it hovered above her.

Clutching her wand and scooping the gold peices up in her hands, Hermione dropped them into her pockets as she rushed back into the castle.


ooc: Guys, I am so, so sorry that I didn't post this last night like I had intended to. I came down with something awful yesterday, so when I cam home I just took some Ny-quil and went to bed. I'm still sick today :|

This happened after the tournament was over and the mark stayed in the sky until sunrise. That gives plenty of time for students to see it.

I'm going to post something for the Death Eaters later, once I have a bit more energy.
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ooc - IMPORTANT [November 27, 2005 @ 6:36pm]
[ mood | ew ]

Ok, so I sent an email to everyone who's agreed to play a Death Eater. Let me know if you didn't get one and should have.

One the first, this coming Thursday, I'm going to be posting the beginning of this big plot thing. There are a few crucial points to it, though.

After the first, for the next three(ish) days, all the Death Eaters (EVERY SINGLE ONE) will be coming to Hogwarts. Those who don't face death, so you know. :)

You'll all find out why it is that they gather soon enough. And when they do, no one will be able to leave the school or come into the school. Owls will not be allowed to come in or go out as well.

Hey, look, drama and something for you all to work with and talk about! (You're welcome.)

If anyone has an idea or something they would like to do, let me know.

As for the Death Eaters, I need journal names for them, whether you're making a new one or using one you have. This is what I have already.Collapse )

I thank everyone who's helping me with this. I'm trying so very hard to give you all something to do, so please just work with me. Please? :D

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ooc [November 26, 2005 @ 10:22am]
[ mood | calm ]

First off, I apologize for not being around the past few days. I guess I just needed a bit of a break and to spend more time with my family.

Here's a list of all the Death Eater's I have gotten emails for and who's going to play them.

Myself - Gisella Rosier
Kelly - Victor Nott
Diane - Aremith Lintroth
Kendall - Fenrir Greback
Coleen - Antigone Rullow
Lisa - Alexander Johnson
Jeanette - Bellatrix Black Lestrange
Audrey - Elias Maddox
Tina - Quentin Salisbury
Daria - Sebastian Linney
Alyssa - Blien MacDougal
Chrissy - Christian Wyatt Liam Deveraux

That's all I have in my inbox, so if I've forgotten someone or something's wrong, let me know. :)

♥ Cai

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ooc [November 19, 2005 @ 5:28pm]
[ mood | happy ]

As I'm sure you all (or at least most of you) know, I sent out an email last night about the Death Eater plot.

I've already had six people send me things and I thank those six dearly.

And I'm going to post what they've sent me so that you can see what I'm looking for and who's playing who.

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[November 18, 2005 @ 8:36pm]
The glass felt cool in Hermione's hand, contrary to the warmth that the scarab provided. The burning that had alarmed her days before had dulled down and now the gold was mildly warm, though Hermione was still cautious with it. She felt anxious as the two weighed down her hands. The excitement and mystique she felt from something so trivial nearly made the girl laugh.

"Oh, just do it!" Hermione muttered to herself, her heart racing unusually fast.

Slowly and carefully, she hovered the lens over the back of the scarab where the tiny carvings were. In less than a second, the small words were magnified to a size that was easily legible. Hermione's eyes widened as she read over what definitely seemed to be an incantation.

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ooc: Okay, that took too much out of me. I'm sooo tired. Anyway, for anyone concerned, I got permission from Kelly a while ago to use to cloak. And I really hope you guys are following this. It's gonna be big. Like indoor plumbing.
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Yay for ooc posts! [November 15, 2005 @ 9:26pm]
Ooooooooooookay.

So.

I posted something a while ago about Death Eaters.

And now I'm posting something again.

If you're willing/interested in playing a DE [which I would absolutely love you for] IM me pleeeease?

I'm developing a plot thingie which would involve them and I want you to join the US army to play some extra characters. They won't be needed for too long. Just enough to stir up some drama.

And come on, who doesn't love drama?

And I know that a lot of people aren't around, which really sucks. But I'm dragging this whole thing out, too.

So, who's with me?!

Oh, and I'm guessing the tournament task is going to be pushed back? Seeing as both Gloria and Kelly are away. And they're the ones doing this. So...yeah.

And I'm totally keeping a count of the people who IM me about this.

Current count: 1
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[November 15, 2005 @ 9:22pm]
[ mood | mischievous ]

Hermione sighed as she stared at the curtain surrounding her bed. It seemed that neither Harry nor Ron were going to be able to help her retrieve the item she needed from Professor Nesbit's office.

The dormitory was quiet as the girl sat up and pushed back the thick material just enough to look out into the room. None of the other girls were in sight, so Hermione slipped passed her curtains and slowly tiptoed out of the room. She successfully made it out of the Gryffindor tower without drawing any attention to herself. It was nearly curfew and she knew that if she was caught, she could get into a lot of trouble.

But Hermione was willing to risk it.

Very few people were still wandering the halls as Hermione made her way to Professor Nesbit's office. She hoped that he wouldn't be in, at least for a few minutes, just long enough to grab what she needed and leave. Lines of excuses and reasons why she was out that late streamed through her mind as Hermione turned the final corner.

The door to his office was in sight, and Hermione didn't see any light from the doorway. Gradually inching toward the office, she pulled out her wand. Unsurprisingly, the door was locked. And thankfully, the professor didn't seem to be in.

"Alohamora," she whispered, pointing her wand at the lock on the door. It opened easily and Hermione was slightly thrown off. She hadn't expected to be able to get in so easily.

As she stepped in, Hermione looked around carefully, knowing how paranoid the teacher was. Though she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, Hermione didn't want to take her chances. Lighting up the room quickly, she spotted exactly what she had come for. Sitting on his desk was a special looking glass, one that magnified whatever it was placed over to the extent needed by the user. She'd seen the glass once before when the girl had come to talk to the Defense teacher about a paper she had written for him.

With her wand, she carefully lifted the glass off of his desk and brought it over to the doorway, where she was standing. Hermione bit down on her lip as she slipped the heavy item into her pocket and turned to leave.

She'd just closed and relocked the door when Lysander Nesbit came walking briskly toward her.

"Miss Granger! What are you doing up here so late?" he demanded with a cool glare. "Five points from Gryffindor, now what are you doing?"

Though her first thought was to argue about the points lost, Hermione knew that she could get into a lot of trouble if he found out what she'd done.

"Well Professor, I came to ask you something," she replied calmly. "You see, I was reading a book about the dangers of creating new spells and I was wondering if you might know anything about it, seeing how highly educated you are."

Professor Nesbit's expression softened a tiny bit, though he just cleared his throat and reached for his keys.

"Miss Granger, now is not the time to be asking of such things. Come back at a more convenient time, such as my office hours," Nesbit said gruffly.

"Yes, sir. Oh, and sir? When I was approaching your office, I happened to see a student rushing out of it," Hermione told him as he began to shut the door.

"Oh? "

"Yes. He was holding something in his hands and was in a real hurry. An older Slytherin boy, I believe."

Alarm shot through the professor's eyes as he snapped a glance above the doorway. "Thank you, Miss Granger, for informing me of this. Now return to your dorm. It's passed hours."

Hermione nodded and spun on her heel to hurry away, a small smirk playing on her lips.

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ooc [November 07, 2005 @ 8:42am]
[ mood | awake ]

Ok, I have an important question for everyone.

How many here would be willing to play/revive a Death Eater? That includes parents who are "secretly" DE's.

I'm currently developing what could be a big plot, though it won't work unless I have cooperation. I know a lot of people are busy with school and lives, so if there aren't many people willing to take part, I won't push this.

But I'm telling you now, this could be big.

If you're interested or want to know some more, leave me a message, email me, IM me, whatever works for you.

♥ Cai

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[November 06, 2005 @ 8:51pm]
[ mood | curious ]

Harry, I need your help with something.

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[November 04, 2005 @ 9:03pm]
Sitting cross-legged on the bed and alone in her dorm, Hermione held the golden pieces she'd found days before in her hands. It was the first time since she'd found the hollowed out book that the girl had a chance to actually take another look. They were still oddly warm against her skin and Hermione couldn't help but be curious as to what exactly she had found.

Dropping the hunks of gold onto the blanket, she leaned over them, running her fingers over the edges.

"They're like puzzle pieces," she mumbled to herself, her eyes dragging over the tiny letters engraved on several of the pieces. "But I wander what it is."

Picking up two pieces at a time, Hermione began to carefully touch them together until something happened. It would seem that she had found two parts that fit, seeing as they melded together and didn't even leave a line where the two had met. Now, the two pieces seemed like one larger one.

"It is a puzzle!" Hermione said to herself excitedly. She picked up more of the pieces, continuing to find how they fit together.

Not much later, there was only one single golden stone left on her bed and Hermione felt anxious as she picked it up. She could already tell what the form that the pieces had taken was. It was a scarab beetle made of solid gold, no bigger than the palm of her hand. Taking a deep breath, she touched the final sides together.

Almost immediately, she dropped the gold back down onto her bed, as it had suddenly become intolerably hot to the touch. Not only that, but it had begun to glow rather mysteriously. Finding herself unable to take her eyes off of the glowing scarab, Hermione reached for her wand. She slowly levitated the golden bug into the air, staring at it in awe and curiosity. Now she could see a tiny inscription on the back of the bug, though it was too small to read.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door to the dormitory, Hermione quickly put the glowing, golden scarab back into the book she had originally found it in. She shoved the book under her bed just as one of the girls walked in.

That was close....

ooc: Ya'll might wanna follow this, because it's going to be big. I'll fill you in on the details later.
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