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Apr. 27th, 2005 @ 05:39 pm Hufflepuff Girls? ^.^
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Taylor hurried about the 4th year girl dormitory, trying to make sure everything was ready and in place. After about thirty minutes of effort, she stood in the doorway with a questionable expression on her face, surveying the damage.

It looked...like a mess. Things were absolutely everywhere.

There were dishes and spoons already set up on the small table beside her bed, streamers of various pastel colors splattered around to lighten the mood, a radio she had brought from home, an entire stack of papers with words and names and questions on them scattered on her bed in several piles....

Still, it looked almost fun. A small smile crept into her face as she thought of some of the suggestions the other girls had had for entertainment that night.

It was only as she thought through them that it occurred to her that she was not at all prepared for make-overs of any sort. She had never been one to wear much herself.

Still, surely one of the other girls would have some to spare.



ooc: Join in whenever/however you want. ^.^
Apr. 24th, 2005 @ 11:23 pm (no subject)
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Apr. 15th, 2005 @ 10:08 pm (no subject)
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I really don't understand what all the fuss is about.

It isn't like we haven't had adults roaming the halls before. I've seen visitors from the Ministry here every year since we got to Hogwarts. Even my sister told me they went through this when she was at Hogwarts, and that's been years ago. There's always some scare and some rumor that gets started and spread like wildfire until all of the students are convinced that something is about to happen.

It seems like every journal I've looked at today has some comment about how things are 'weird' or 'wrong' or 'tense.' I even read one about a strange dream that I'm sure everyone is immediately going to assume has some grand significance.

Trust me, if something big was going to happen, I guarantee I wouldn't have had to try to struggle my way through Herbology today.

Do you really think the professors would have us running about the hallways and actually walking back and forth to the greenhouses if they expected someone to jump out of the Forbidden Forest at any minute to grab us?

Honestly.
Mar. 28th, 2005 @ 12:41 am For you, Remmy
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Taylor screamed out in frustration, crumbling the sixth piece of parchment in her hands and hurling it to the floor beside her. It made a nice addition to the pile.

It was utterly hopeless.

A paper with no research? It was impossible.

Every sentence she wrote made her hand itch and her eye twitch. She wanted to know if what she was writing was true or if it was nothing but bunk passed along by those who didn't know and were too afraid to find out. The idea of Professor Lupin reading an entire essay full of ridiculous myths and legends without a single inkling of truth was enough to drive her nearly mad.

After sitting for several long minutes with her head buried in her hands, she stood suddenly, realizing that there was only one solution. She simply couldn't bear the thought that he would find out exactly how ignorant she was on the subject by way of an essay.

Fifteen minutes later, she stood outside Professor Lupin's office, her hand rapping softly against the door.
Mar. 25th, 2005 @ 05:12 pm Everyone
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ooc: Want to know more? There are two threads you can look at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/hazel_eyes__/5297.html?thread=122545#t122545 or http://www.livejournal.com/users/hazel_eyes__/5466.html#cutid1

There have been others - but these should be enough if you had questions. ^.^
Mar. 16th, 2005 @ 04:36 pm (no subject)
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Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: ~I'll Do Anything
I think I'm getting ready to 'climb the walls' as they say. Or well, at least that's the kind of thing my mother would say at a time like this.

Does anyone else ever get that feeling like you really, really want to be doing something, but nothing you do seems to feel right? I've had it for days and it's really almost maddening.

Maybe I need a hobby.

I don't suppose anyone has any suggestions for how I can keep myself occupied? Honestly, I'm up for almost anything. At least anything that won't result in bodily harm. I'm really not much of a fan of physical pain.

Other than that, though? Anything.
Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 01:22 am (no subject)
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Hufflepuff girls - 4th year:

I know I haven't exactly been the social hostess type up until now, but would any of you be interested in maybe having a girls night soon? I've been stressing so much over school work and I just thought it might be nice.

Maybe we could get to know each other a little better. I thought maybe...a slumber party?

It's probably a really lame idea, but let me know, okay?
Mar. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:58 am (no subject)
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"Finally," she announced loudly, throwing herself backward on her bed, the essay still clutched in her hand and now lying on her stomach. She held it up triumphantly, rolling her head over to look at Alison who had been surprisingly quiet while she finished up her sixth attempt at the assignment.

"Did you hear me? I'm done. I finished it."
Feb. 20th, 2005 @ 09:04 pm (no subject)
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Taylor could do little more than push peas around on her plate as she sat at dinner alone.

She kept looking up to see the distraught faces, mostly at the Gryffindor table, and the sympathy she felt for them made her stomach turn. Of course, what really made her queasy was the mixture of nonchalant to smug expressions she saw when she peeked a glance at the Slytherin table. Some of them actually seemed pleased and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps one or more of them had had some small part in the 'accident' in the woods.

She couldn't help but wish she had someone to keep her company this time, despite normally feeling more than happy about eating alone. Tragedies always made her want to feel connected, and this time was no different, even if she hadn't known the boy outside of a quick smile exchanged in class.


ooc: Wow. Boredom is a killer. Don't suppose anyone is up who would want to RP? I won't bite - I swear. :)
Feb. 20th, 2005 @ 05:55 pm (no subject)
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I can't believe that people can be so insensitive. Just because he may not have been their best friend, they seem to think that it's okay to walk around talking about it as though it's a casual thing.

An unimportant thing. A trivial thing.

It's not. He had a mother, and he had friends, and...he was one of us.

It's not unimportant.

There's nothing more important...or more painful to those who knew him and loved him.


For anyone who was friends with him - I can't tell you how sorry I am.



Part Four: Time and Eternity
XLIX

THEY dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,— 5
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.

-Emily Dickinson