go gelsey go gelsey go!

Fri, 02 May 2008 21:01:45 GMT

There's a baby thestral!!!!!!!!!!! Professor Hagrid is letting me name it!!!!!!!!!!!

What should I name it! Oh, OH! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:10:11 GMT

A short walk from our flat is a statue of Mohatma Gandhi, and it is worn from all of the years of sitting there, staring out from his perch in Tavistock Square, looking at a very normal street that then leads past him into the heart of Bloombury, the little Italian restaurant where my mum and I go when she's had a bad day and can't bring herself to cook, since they have these big breadsticks that she likes to dip in alfredo sauce and I can get her to laugh by wiggling it by my lips like it's a cigar, and I'm Groucho Marx, and then it goes past the turn for the little news stand next to the Russell Square station, which is on the Blue line. Or you can go the other way, up the street, and it will take you to Euston, the huge station, where you can grab the brown line, which takes you right to Charing Cross which I use to go to see Parliament, and I love to sit in on PM's Question Hour and watch all of the MPs yell at each other in the name of the Crown, but what I love best of all is to sit outside of Parliament and watch Big Ben, waiting for the chimes to strike, and I'll sit out and wait for a whole half-hour, because something that beautiful, the way those bells ring through all the city if you just listen, it just begs you to bear witness, and not just once, because beauty should never be a one time thing, just as joy should be everlasting, like ripples in an ocean, that eventually evaporate, but not until it has shook its way through every atom and changing it with the experience of being so utterly perfect, if only for a moment.

I love being home.

Private to Mellie and Nev!
Hi!! Oh, isn't it so lovely to be home! Mummy and I spend all of my first night watching Blackadder videos and she braided my hair in the best way and she showed me the new pharoah exhibit, which is so breathtaking, I can hardly hold on to my words when I see it. I've already gone to my favourite pancake shoppe, the one right by the museum, and to Safeway to stock up on all of my favourite foods, since Mum wasn't sure what to get, since I like all kinds of things, like right now, I like to mix Wheatabix with blueberry jam and put in a little bit of orange juice with vanilla ice cream, which is so delicious, like one of those lollies that are fruits in cream, but better, because it is orange, which is such a lovely, cherry colour, it reminds me of August days around five in the afternoon, and it tastes like summer, too which is the most lovely taste in the world, like a dessert that you eat out of the most beautiful dish in the world, a glass one of all of the colours of the rainbow that you can barely finish, but you'd rather be bursting at the seams than not finish it at all.

Anyway, Mum thought it would be smart for me to just let you all know, since we live in a rather busy Muggle neighbourhood, that you should disapparate right inside of our entrance door, since then you have to go up two flights of stairs to get up to our flat door, which is very common on our street, so you don't need to feel like you are interrupting at all. You can come any time, without saying, but if I am not home, I'll leave a note on the door, because it would be rude of me to extend such an invitation and then leave you with the possibility of sitting there without me.

I miss you both! I can't wait to see you, though I know that you have things to do during Christmas that are brilliant, and I send you so much love and excitement as you do them, as if every word I write has energy in it, giving you big hugs. Cheers!

/hex!

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 11:56:00 GMT

Okay. I'm going to do it.

I'm going to give Justin Finch-Fletchley a Christmas gift. From me. With my name on it. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

..I think I need to go play with the hippogriffs, I rather feel like I am going to throw up.

Oh! And Mummy wants to know if you'll be able to come by during hols for a bit, if not we're going to owl you our Christmas present--she has lots of Muggle treats for you! But she said that we can cook in the kitchen if she's home!

...okay, I still think I am going to vomit. I am going to go outside and take a deep breath...

[/hex]

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 00:27:58 GMT

I don't understand why more people don't spend time in the greenhouse! Right now, there is the most lovely growth of honking daisies right now and they are like a gigantic symphony! I'm trying to get them to play like a bass drum along with my singing. Like: they keep the rhythm, and that lets me sing! And the flutterby bushes, they are like maracas. And that makes the fanged geraniums happy, they become quite lovely when there is music around, which is one of the secrets that you just have to learn, but I am happy to pass that along, especially if that's on the exams this week! I wish we had puffapods, though, I have been asking Professor Sprout to plant some, and she is such a dearest, she said that I could after the holiday if I wanted to, and I do! I know that divination is my gift, and I love Seeing, I do, but Seeing takes so much energy and focus, but the plants, they can just be fun and wonderful and just delightful in every inch of the greenhouse without me having to connect with the Inner Eye. Even Venomous Tentacula is wonderful! You just have to respect it and show it that you care for it, and it seems to know! Aren't plants just divine? Like people! You just have to give them love!

Best of luck on exams!

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:58:23 GMT

I have been working just as hard on the music list for Zacharias' party as I have on my schoolwork this week. No wonder I can't sleep well, all I can do is think about the most perfect music ever. I am quite glad, then, that I made the sleeping tonic, this is the value of course, to reading one's star charts, but you never really see the meaning behind the movements, which is why I much prefer the divination that Professor Trelawney teaches, though there is such immense value in combining the two to create the strongest vision for the Inner Eye.

I have this dream...I wish I could See and See if it comes true, but I will never See for my own personal gain, nor will I ever See into Justin Finch-Fletchley's future, because...well...I want to be in it so bad, and if I am, then I am breaking my own rules...and if I am not...I am breaking my own heart. I love him too much to invade his privacy like that, no matter how much I want to know.

But I have a dream: we are at the party, and I am playing the music, a perfect list that is fun and sprightly, and the music tastes like champagne and cake and feels like pink and cotton candy, and everything is light and bright and right, and Justin Finch-Fletchleywill come over to me and smile at me, and it will be like the sun is dawning over the mountains, showering everything in this incredible yellow, and he will say, The music is so good! and I will say, Thank you Justin Finch-Fletchley, do you like music? and he will say yes, and we will talk about our favourites...or he will say no, and I will say, Oh, but you must listen to Accio Guitars, their music feels like a hug from a friend who wants you to come outside with them, and he will laugh and say that he loves music like that, and then he will ask me for a dance, and I will be in Justin Finch-Fletchley's arms, and he will stare at me and see something about himself reflected back into him and wonder why he's never seen that before in himself, this wonderful version of himself, this so loved version of himself, and he will think to himself, I want to talk to her alone, and since it is the Room of Requirement, suddenly a little quiet place will appear, and we will go sit there, away from everyone, and we will talk about our hopes and fears and our favourite flavours and colours and places we want to visit in our lives, and somewhere between talking about his father's job and the time I made the art on the walls spin at the museum, my hand and his will meet, and neither of us will remember who took whose hand, they will just be holding each other, and we will smile at each other like smiles had just been invented in that second, in that moment, just for us to smile at each other...

...and it will start, Justin Finch-Fletchley and I.

It's what I dream.

Then I wake up.

[End Hex]

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 01:05:09 GMT

[Private to Melanie]
Oh, I'm so excited! Professor Hagrid said that I can groom the thestrals! I have wanted to braid their manes for a while now, but the ribbon I ordered hadn't come yet. All of the girl thestrals are going to have ribbon-woven plaits, while the boy thestrals will get clipped so that their hair raises quite proudly, especially Tenebrus since he is such a regal, proud animal. He's the professor's favourite, but mine is Adrias and I know that I will give her an especially good ribbon, perhaps the first, though I shant tell the others, I don't want them to think that I play favourites at all. They aren't like hippogriffs--oh! Charles! Charles wanted to know about how to make hippogriffs handle better, will you tell him that hippogriffs are so easy and lovely, but they are very proud, and you need to pretend as though they are your best mate's parents, and be very polite and butter them up until they are so chuffed, they love you to bits and then do things they don't want, like walk from one part of the grounds to another or to have their teeth brushed, for dental hygiene is so key, no matter if you are wizard or beast or elf.

I love you! I will see you tonight at curfew!
[End hex]

[Private to Neville]
The fanged geranium are so sad tonight, I don't know how to cheer them up. Perhaps the mandrakes are keeping them up? Usually a song makes them so cheery and snap their little teeth in the way that lets you know that they're chuffed, but--oh! Oh! Perhaps if I danced, too! Do you think that would help? A song and a dance?

[End hex]

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 02:24:26 GMT

MMMM, Ev, these scones are SO GOOD, my fingers are all sticky, it's like I have a sticking charm on my fingers! That tastes like cinnamon. Why can't spells have tastes, I don't get that, like they have words? But why can't we taste what Expelliarmus is? I would think it is bitter, like cardamon. And there is a lovely licorice taste to Alohamora, I am sure. I wonder if you cast a spell at something, if you licked it, you would find out? Though if you hexed someone and then you licked them, that would be a bit rude unless you ask, I'm sure, and maybe the taste of the person would influence the taste of the spell since I firmly believe that all people have different tastes too. ~~I bet he tastes like dreams and perfect and orange sherbert.~~

I wonder what clouds taste like. I'd hope cotton candy, but I bet it's something depressing like chalk dust.

...profilicus totalis!

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 13:17:46 GMT

Gelsey A. S. Kennicot

the girl!

FULL NAME: Gelsey Annamaria Sophoclia Kennicot
NAME'S MEANING: A variety of jasmine (gelsemium). Gelsey was the name of a fairy queen who lives in a jasmine-filled glen.
NICKNAMES: Gels, Gellie (pronounced both like "Jelly" and "Gil-lee" like in "gillyweed", depending on who's saying it), Kenny, Weirdo
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
BUILD: Petite and slender with an almost disproportionately ample bosom.
BIRTHDATE: 18 March 1981
RESIDENCE: 42 Grover Street, Bloomsbury, London, WC1

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Pisces
AGE: Sixteen
HOUSE AND YEAR: Hufflepuff, 6th Year Prefect
BLOODLINE: Halfblood
WAND: White lilac tree and mooncalf hair, 9 3/4th inches, light and pliable. White lilacs symbolize youthful innocence.
SEXUALITY: Straight as an arrow.

personality!

"A prefect at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a student who has been given extra authority and responsibilities." --The Harry Potter Wiki.

And if anyone had predicted that Gelsey A. S. Kennicot would have been a prefect, then she has a bag of leprechaun gold for you to spend on Diagon Alley. Freewheeling, slightly reckless, and clearly in her own world--and a curious world at that--Gelsey is a nice girl, but an odd girl--she'd imagine her best friends would even admit that, but aren't diamonds just odd rocks? And everyone seems to want one. Who wouldn't want to have a Gelsey, bizarre and bouncy, in their life?

Especially the more uptight ones, so busy with schoolwork and being proper, taking themselves oh so SERIOUSLY. Gelsey just doesn't understand: they're WIZARDS! Why wear Muggle clothes that coordinate? Why not sing the school song for no good reason, why not try new spells that backfire and turn your hair green? And why not keep your hair green for a good week just for the hell of it? Why is everyone so concerned to be so noooormal anyway? You're a WIZARD. It means you're different than ninety-nine point seven percent of all humans. Embrace the weird. Gelsey is unabashed in her absolute joy of being a witch. It is, to use a few Muggle phrases, bitchin, wicked, and SUPERCOOL. You can make things HOVER without STRINGS. And change things into rats! From TEACUPS! And and and--fly! On brooms! Like for real! Ohmigod. Being magical is the coolest. Ever.

It is her uncontained delight and excitement at being at Hogwarts and being magical that the reason to why she is Prefect comes out: Gelsey is smart and Gelsey respects the rules, but there are few others in the school with the amount of exuberance for magic and all that it means than she has. What is so wrong with having a person so clearly thrilled with drinking the marrow of life--learning all kinds of spells and trying them out constantly, refusing to conform--as someone to look up to as a leader? Even if she's wearing what looks like antlers on her head with a floor length purple skirt used as a strapless dress with red and white striped tights?

She has a short attention span, and has a habit of changing the subject to whatever lands on her mind. Discussing Quidditch? That's nice, what do you think a unicorn burger tastes like? How about that potions assignment, so tricky. Right, right, yes, trick--if a Veela looks in a mirror, does she seduce herself? How about the weather, think it will keep snowing like this? I bloody well think so, it seems--let's keep talking, but speak in French accents!

The girl has the concentrating abilities of a flea, unless she forces herself to stay on task. Sometimes, it's important to be serious and genuine. Sometimes, you have to be real. But so far, Gelsey has done a good job avoiding anything sad by being silly enough to twist any frown not just upside down but on its side in absolute befuddlement. Why be upset when you can put on a silly outfit and knick some homebaked treats from Evelyn's stash and eat all of the food upside down? Or even better! Oh! While you are upside down eating the food upside down, YES! BRILLIANT! There might be better listeners at Hogwarts, more compassionate people to give you a hug and let you cry for hours, but there is no one better at taking your mind off of things and taking it seventy frillion miles away from your troubles than one Gelsey A. S. Kennicot. At your servi--did you see the thestral wings she made out of netting and harp strings? Don't you think they would be BRILLIANT to wear to Potions?! And charm them so that they flap in intervals?! Bloody BRILLIANT!

Gelsey's one true talent is Divination. It is her best subject, and she actually has made several chillingly accurate predictions. Ron snogging Lavender. Harry in the Triwizard Tournament. Luna riding a Thestral. Other things that she can make out in a crystal ball. The problem is, for all of the accurate things she can predict, her attention wanders sometimes before she can actually divine out what she is being told, and divination is not just about having a mind wired to receive the unknowable, but also the patience (something that Trelawney prays Gelsey will develop with time and as she appreciates her rare gift). Think about what else she would know if she wasn't so distracted by--well, everything. Why can't you charm Tarot cards to talk our their meanings? Let's go try!

Oh. And she is madly in love with Justin Finch-Fletchley and has all of their future six children named. Right down to their second middle name, from the first (Ashlidale Theresa Nymphadora Finch-Fletchley to Zenith Brian Tristan Finch-Fletchley. Why did he want Laura and not her? Possibly because she was off trying to charm roses on all of the hedges and then make the roses talk, but--still! What does a girl have to do to make the boy she LOVES fall for her? She has giant boobs, why doesn't that mean anything? Huh? Please, someone elucidate here?

Well. Other than TELL him to his face. I mean...that's NOT an option. Why? Other than the fact about that whole "not being serious and genuine because she's terrified of getting her heart broken like it was broken by her father's absence, and she really loves Justin, every bit of him from his floppy bangs to his sense of humor," other than THAT? Eeeermmmm...LOOK! A THESTRAL! **poof!**)

history!

From the moment she became a sentient being, Gelsey knew that she was different.

Born to Petraus Willsby, a Pureblood wizard, and Maria Kennicot, a curator at the British Museum, Gelsey only knew her father for two months of her life before he disappeared. Maria, left alone with an infant and crushed by her fiance's unexpected and unexplained departure. There still is no explanation for his leaving, but Gelsey has decided that her father was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and killed in a mighty battle between good and evil, pre-Harry Potter's saving of wizardkind. Or! Or! Her father was a Secretkeeper of something noble and huge and sent to a far off land, and he is still there, waiting from word to come back--from James Potter! Who died! So her father is still there, in Thailand, in a jungle, just WAITING for someone to tell him to return home to his baby girl! THAT'S EXACTLY IT!

He couldn't have just been overwhelmed at getting that nice, sexy girl who worked in the Egyptian Wing preggers--and a Muggle girl, she was a Muggle, for Merlin's sake, she looked so terrified at him when he said what he was! Pregnant, and he was trying to do the right thing, but it was all too much. No. Of course not. Gelsey's father was a MEMBER OF THE ORDER. AND HE IS IN THAILAND. OR DEAD. WHICHEVER IS EASIER.

And that is what she believes. She grew up, then, in Muggleworld, but better than that, with a full run of the Museum and its storage holds. Her entire childhood was a fantasy world, and when she could make odd things happen, like levitate the diagramme of a wooly mammoth when she was pretending to escape its evil charge or make all of the hangings in the Rose Wars room tilt in time with her head, a song she was making up on the spot. It was her make believe world, all of the oddness just made...sense. She would even pretend she *was* a witch, making spells that would do anything from bring her father back to make the skeletons come alive to making her rich, famous, and a good dancer. Since she was not.

What she also was not, was normal. The other children in her school never played make believe like she did, as hard and as devoted. They didn't want to wear costumes to school, they did not want to talk in funny voices for hours, they did not want to NOT ask questions about her absent father and why she had her mother's last name. Different. But who gave a bloody rip. In her mind, Gelsey was king of her own secret planet. And it was one hell of a place to be.

To discover that she was a witch was, to put it mildly, a delight. Her mother was slightly conflicted to have a daughter follow in the footsteps of That Bloody Wanker Father of Hers (that was his first name, his last name was A Sodding Prat of a Man), but a visit from a wizard who discussed all of Ms. Kennicot's questions on magic and wizardry had the woman satisfied that her odd child would be, for once, normal. Little did she know. Gelsey was sorted into Hufflepuff, though the Sorting Hat took the longest of anyone else in her year. Not Slytherin, clearly not. Gryffindor was for the bold and brave, and while Gelsey was fearless in her pursuit of life, she might miss the train of when to be courageous and stand together, too busy seeing how many times spinning herself in a circle she would need to be so dizzy that she wanted to vomit (twenty-nine at last try). While Gelsey was quite intelligent and has proven herself to be an excellent student, her schoolwork was never as important as her daydreaming, something that would put her at odds with her Housemates. They would all be concerned with being tops in class while Gelsey--hey! Look at that! SHINY. Well. Yes. Hufflepuff, however, was a home. With best friends, like Melanie! And others! Well, maybe not Ernie, he probably thinks her too queer to function, but whatever! She'll just put on her blue-tinted glasses and charm her hair pink and sing the "Ernie Needs to Loosen Up Song!" Hufflepuff rules!

Wait. Where was she. Oh, yes, first year, where the professors practically had to leash her to keep her from exploring the cabinets and muzzle her to stop her from bothering them for new spells and if you could charm the floor to make it speak when you stepped on it and why doesn't McGonagall teach class as a cat once, can't she? IT WOULD BE SO COOL. Her enthusiasm never dampened, and over the years, as she has learned more spells, her excitement has gotten almost uncontrollable. There are spells for EVERYTHING! Ohmigod! Hogwarts is the best place in the WORLD, and Gelsey cannot imagine leaving--EVER.

ooc!

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