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[Mar. 7th, 2008|10:40 am] |
All right. I'm going to get hypothetical here, so don't be going off about how I'm weird. We know that already. Say I'm the leader of this group. Like, if I were the Quidditch Captain, for instance, and we got jumped by this random team that may or may not be Slytherin, but we can't bloody tell, cause they've got stupid masks on. (And it's all right to take off your masks, mates! We promise not to laugh at your hideous disfigurations!)
So, anyway, we get our arses royally handed to us. And of course, as your Captain, I'm embarrassed as hell about it, right? Well, how do I handle the situation? I gather up the rest of the team and I tell them something like, "Don't say a word about this to anyone or your broom'll be lodged straight up your arse." And although I'm supposed to be some sort of in-charge, commanding presence, all I can manage to do is blubber out a few lines to the rest of Gryffindor about how it's nothing to really worry about and how it's all fine and don't ask any bloody questions!
Yeah fucking right. Would you take that from me if your brother got hurt? Your sister? You wouldn't. You'd get upset and shout at me and shake me til the truth came out.
So why the hell hasn't anyone done that to Cavanaugh? |
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[Feb. 8th, 2008|11:48 am] |
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I'm not apologizing! That was maybe the best day of my life since I was, well, seven years old! It was so brilliant. Thank you, second-years! |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|12:42 pm] |
I can't believe anyone would fall for those stupid, brainless lies being thrown about - but apparently the whole lot of you have.
You know what, Hogwarts?
I AM REALLY A MAN.
God, I feel so much better now that that's off my (fake) chest! |
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[Dec. 17th, 2007|03:41 pm] |
Those fucking cowards!
Well. Enlightening article.
I want to go home. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2007|07:43 pm] |
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I think I'd like a weekend to recover from this weekend, please. At least the auction dinner came with a show. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2007|07:43 pm] |
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Meghan McCormack
So. The object that most defines me? My broom. You all saw this coming, especially if you read Lynch's essay.
I've had a broom since about the time I could walk. First it was just riding with my mother and father, but then I got a toy broom, and promptly smashed it up at the Storr. (I also hit my head that day. I suppose that some of you will say this explains a lot.) After I got another broom, then, I progressed from toys to children-sized brooms, to adult-sized, and honestly, I feel more comfortable in the sky than on the ground. Quidditch is only part of it, but flying is just amazing. There's nothing like flying until it feels like you could be touching the moon, then plummeting back down as fast as you can.
If you've never been flying, you'd never understand. I know some people are scared of it, and that's fine. Fear is the brain's way of keeping the body alive. But I don't think I've ever felt more alive than when I've been in the clouds with rain on my face and a good stiff wind blowing at me, and that's why my broom's my object. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2007|03:52 pm] |
Good game. Congratulations, Shan!
( Warded Private ) |
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[Nov. 6th, 2007|02:20 am] |
Ravenclaw Quidditch members, I sincerely hope you're not going to cry when you lose against us! I expect you all to keep a stiff upper lip during your soul-crushing defeat. It's only good sportsmanship.
To the rest of you, even the Ravenclaws, I don't want to see anything but red and gold in the stands! Oh, and let's keep it clean, etc. etc. There's no fun in a game if it's not fair.
Private to Deshan and AliceI'll buy you both the best Christmas presents ever if you hit one at Landon when I get to watch. /Private |
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[Oct. 30th, 2007|09:19 pm] |
( Warded Private )
I'm so excited for tomorrow night.! Yes, I can hardly contain my joy. I feel like having a mini party in the common room tonight in preparation. Who's in? |
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[Oct. 28th, 2007|06:33 pm] |
[ooc: written during Hogsmeade, after this.]
Attention, single and dateless men of Hogwarts!
You have no idea how lucky you are, I tell you. No idea. Due to the stars aligning and shining down upon you, I am single, fit, and need escorts to the ball. Not dance partners, and you're not getting a shag at the end of the night, but just some mates to hang around with.
And if my beauty and personality don't sway you, my dress is strapless. Consider it!
Private to friends:DO NOT hit Landon OR me. It was mutual. We're still best mates - really. We are. And we love each other dearly, but not like lovers, if that makes sense. I think I could still use a hug, though He still likes Daisy, so I encouraged him to go for her. It's really quite brilliant being single. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2007|11:01 pm] |
I don't know why but I'm feeling homesick, so I dragged out some pictures of home and decided to show them off a bit. Be prepared for rambling, and lots of family history.
( Pictures! (viewable to all) )
Oddly, now I feel more homesick. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2007|08:39 am] |
Dear Gryffindor Tower,
You, in all your untidy glory, have never looked so bloody perfect.
It is fantastic to get out of hospital, let me tell you. You know, I think we need to have a party celebrating this, or a parade of some sort. At least confetti!
( Warded to Frank ) |
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[Oct. 7th, 2007|12:42 am] |
( Warded Private )
It is absolutely futile to expect someone to be a messenger if your message is ridiculous and she doesn't feel like telling the person in question.
(That being said, Oh Second Year In The Bed Next Door [OSYITBND], please tell Madam Pomfrey in person that you think your potion has gone off. But don't think that'll slow her down. I tried that and she made me drink it anyway.) |
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|12:48 am] |
( Warded to Frank )
I'm not sure I can remember ever wanting to sleep this badly and not being able to. Where's a cup of warm milk when you need it, eh? |
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