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Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006, 03:09 pm
DISCOVERY

Found a very interesting potion today regarding luck.

Will inquire to its use with Professor Slughorn.

Mon, Jan. 23rd, 2006, 04:26 pm

Lily Evans couldn't get comfortable.

It was either her imagination, or the common room sofas were becoming worn to death. What once pushed you back up and cradle your nether regions was now poking in a rude fashion into thighs, back and butt. This was no good. McGonagall reupholstered them but four years ago. At least, that's what Lily gathered from observing the treacle, coffee, butter beer, and crusty caramel apple stains dotted around the deep crimson fabric. If Godric Gryffindor walked (for it was well know that Salazar Slytherin was the one who "strutted") into the common he would not recognize the room. Aside from perhaps the portraits of past Gryffindor, now immortalized in bewitched oils.

Lily wondered if she’d ever have her face painted to reside among her fellow brethren.

It was in that moment of thought when the leg to the sofa gave out, and the four-legged plush creature crashed to the floor as if to poorly kneel to the rug. Lily screamed, leap to her feet, and promptly whipped out her wand.

“That’s it,” she announced.

Evans rolled up her sleeve, bit the inside of her cheek and began diligently charming the mixed-match furniture around the Common Room into sturdy repair like a fire-bird Hessian.

Mon, Jan. 16th, 2006, 12:29 am
RULES - SCHMULES

Boys and their toys.

Why everyone always seems to relate things back to sex I'll never know.



If I see Potter give me one more eyebrow over his cauldron during Potions, I'll smack that silly grin of his right round his face..




Oh great. Now I'm huffy.


Off to more plesent things.

Fri, Dec. 23rd, 2005, 04:19 pm
Unexpected guests.

Lily Evans hung the last of the balls onto the Evan's Christmas Tree. It was just minutes from dinner, and the scent of gravies, roasted hens, and malt liqueur permeated the air. She wore her best Muggle dress (the dark blue one) and a black cord choker round neck. From the opposite side of the room, Petunia sat in her mouse-brown corduroy skirt and wrinkled peter pan collared shirt.

No conversation was exchanged.

“Lil,” came a melodious voice from the kitchen, “where on earth is the bread basket? The good one, you know, the one with the reindeer on the side. I swore I left it right under the sink. Goodness, where is your father? Lily?”

“Coming, coming,”

The kitchen was steamy from the pots bubbling over with different broth’s and stews. The small kitchen counter was stacked with dishes and flat ware. Lily was about to tie an apron round her middle when the doorbell rang. At that same moment, Mr. Evans bounded through the back door.

“Freezing out there! Snow tomorrow for sure!”

“Lily- the door!”

“Got it!”

But instead of being greeted by the familiar faces of relative, Lily Evans found herself in the presence of the two very unlikely guests. Sirius Black and James Potter wore merry grins and matching scarves. Both had wrapped presents under their arms, and boasted that mischievous glint of terror in either eye. And much to the disbelief of Lily, she could have sworn mistletoe was tucked behind James’ left ear.

Lily was mortified.

What are you doing here,” she hissed.

Tue, Dec. 20th, 2005, 10:22 pm
Home for the Holidays

My sister is driving me mad!

Googly eyes, and snubbing. She think's she's sooo much better than me. I don't understand. I still love her as a sister, why can't she love me?


*frowns*

Sat, Dec. 3rd, 2005, 01:21 pm
DECKING THE HALLS

Who wants to help decorate the Common Room?

Sat, Nov. 19th, 2005, 10:45 pm
ESTABLISHMENT

I love Hogwarts.

I love the smell of the courtyards right after rain, the cracking of the common room fire after midnight. The smell of fresh ink on dusty parchment in the library. But more importantly, I love my house.

Gryffindor!
We are the brave! The loyal!

I am proud to be apart of this world, this magical world. Everyday I thank Merlin I was brought here, away from home. For this I vow to do my best. To exceed the expectations put on my kind. The muggle born.

I am exceptional and lucky to be here.

The last thing to do is spend my free time mixing with the likes that would most certainly get me removed from such a place.

THAT MEANS YOU JAMES POTTER!


Boys...

Wed, Nov. 2nd, 2005, 05:35 pm
WITCHES WHO MASTER THE CRAFT

Lily sat in the empty class room adjacent to the fourth floor boy’s toilets. A sign reading “WWMC Meeting tonight” was hovering outside the door. Checking the wall hourglass it was about time for the girls to begin showing up. She wasn’t expecting a great rush considering a severe lack of publicity around the school.

The permission slips for the Club being official were among her notes. Lily made a mental note to thank Professor McGonagall later for being the resident professor.


COME ON IN! GIRLS ONLY, THOUGH! So sorry this was up a bit late. I lost internet connection all day. -.- BooooHiss

Wed, Oct. 26th, 2005, 02:56 pm

I have successfully completed all essays in regards to Potions and Transfiguration for the next month! It does pay off to read a head of the rubric, I say, leaves one with extra time to devote towards the greater good.

For example, I’ve noticed the lack of organized sessions outside the class room. Clubs are certainly a very proper and functional addition to any academic setting and I don’t see why I couldn’t start one.

Currently I’ve organized a petition for the beginnings of a very ground breaking ideal. It’s called:
Witches who Master the Craft


For all those women here who strive for magic excellence!
Hopefully my endeavors won’t go unnoticed.

Wed, Oct. 12th, 2005, 03:00 pm

At the risk of sounding completely girly and pathetic- I broke a nail doing potions.

Have now resorted to clipping all finger nails down to the bone so to have a better grip.

Thank Goodness I haven't developed the habit of biting them. That's gross. I see Penelope Hart do it everyday in Defense and it disgusts me.


>P

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