Riddikulus RPG

riddikulus @ 2008-08-07T15:46:00

2008-08-08T16:59:49Z

WHO booth huntington and justin finch-fletchley.
WHAT ah, crack-post because we miss our kids!
WHEN backdated to the night of dec 31st.
WHERE justin's house!
WHY see what!
RATING tba, likely pg-13.
STATUS inc.

Booth wasn't a very good drunk but then, for a boy who didn't even drink, it was rather unsurprising to have little tolerance for alcohol. That being the case and all, someone should have warned the Hufflepuff that the apple cider he had been drinking all night, toasting with every glass he came in contact with, wasn't for the faint of heart. Such a warning didn't happen though -- whether because his fellow party-goers were amused or because they thought he knew, it was hard say -- and a few hours into the festivities Booth Huntington thought it'd be an excellent idea to see how Justin was doing.

He announced quite loudly and clearly that he was off to check on something and then left the upstairs drawing room, a young man with a purpose and a slightly drunken swagger. Finding the magical powder wasn't a problem, saying quite clearly that he wanted to go to JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY's hardly an issue.

But showing up there without getting soot in his glass and on his hair? Impossible. He stumbled out of Justin's chimney, coughing and shaking his head, only a short instant later, momentarily distracted from his desire to wish the boy a Happy New Year.

riddikulus @ 2008-05-19T10:57:00

2008-05-19T15:31:25Z

CURRENT DATE:
MAY 19TH - MAY 25TH
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 9TH - SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 15TH, 1998.

riddikulus @ 2008-05-17T15:07:00

2008-05-17T19:10:58Z

Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
When: Saturday, shortly after lunch
Where: His dormitory
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron received that Auror packet he sent away for and Hermione is helping him fill them out.

During lunch, Ron had received an owl in response to his query about joining the Auror program once they were finished with school. Watching as he had opened it excitedly, Hermione couldn't help but smile; it was what he had always wanted to do and, a year ago, neither of them thought they would have been able to follow the childhood dreams they had before because they didn't know whether or not they were going to survive the war.

"Does it have everything?" she asked and finished her lunch as he read through it. "Once you're finished we can go back to Gryffindor to fill it out." As she had promised.

riddikulus @ 2008-05-12T21:39:00

2008-05-13T02:54:49Z

While I realise that it is pointless to ask certain individuals to pay attention, it is vital that those who are currently in my class know who they are grouped with for this project, for the sake of your grade at the very least. I will not be reassigning groups and I will not change yourself or your friend into another group. Any requests or complaints about this will be ignored or punished as deemed necessary. The fact that the grouping is unequal is intentional as well, and due to certain reasons that I will not elaborate on.

I will inform your group of the fist task during your next Defence lesson, as well as additional rules and prizes to this challenge. For those deluded souls who wish to become aurors, it would be in your best interest to do well in this project, seeing as most of the tasks come from the ministry itself, and our beloved Minister will be the one announcing the winner at the end of year feast. Degrees of difficulty will vary for those in sixth and seventh years.

I expect your group to elect a representative to inform me of your group name in this post. If there is no group name within twenty-four hours you will be labelled with your current name.

PRIMUS [6TH YEARS]	SECONDUS [6TH YEARS]	TERTIUS [7TH YEARS]	QUARTRUS [7TH YEARS]
MELINDA BOBBIN. PAISLEY HOWELL. CHARLES VAISEY.	THOMAS BRADLEY. BOOTH HUNTINGTON. GINNY WEASLEY. JACK SLOPER.	DAPHNE GREENGRASS. THEODORE NOTT. PANSY PARKINSON. TRACEY DAVIS.	TERRY BOOT. HERMIONE GRANGER. GARRICK SUMMERBY. LISA TURPIN.
QUINTUS [7TH YEARS]	SEXTUS [7TH YEARS]	SEPTIMUS [7TH YEAR]
RON WEASLEY. ERNIE MACMILLAN. MORAG MACDOUGAL. MANDY BROCKLEHURST.	MICHAEL CORNER. JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY. KATHERINE SPINKS. HARRY POTTER.	AMY RUNCORN.

riddikulus @ 2008-05-12T11:34:00

2008-05-12T16:22:38Z

CURRENT DATE:
MAY 12TH - MAY 18TH
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 2ND - SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH, 1998.

october;
02 → THEODORE NOTT's birthday.
07 → Hogsmeade Weekend.

riddikulus @ 2008-05-05T09:10:00

2008-05-05T13:41:53Z

CURRENT DATE:
MAY 05TH - MAY 11TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, JANUARY 26TH - SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 1ST.

date change~

2008-04-28T21:38:49Z

CURRENT DATE:
APRIL 28TH - MAY 04TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, JANUARY 19TH - SUNDAY, JANUARY 25TH, 1998.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-27T18:11:00

2008-04-27T23:11:59Z

Third Match of the Season
Slytherin vs Ravenclaw
January 18, 1998

“MY MY MY! It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it folks?! Christmas is over and now it’s time for another exciting game of Quidditch! I’m your commentator, Dennis Creevey! Are you lot ready for another go? We have the ever formidable Slytherin as well as Ravenclaw today—both teams are walking out onto the field! Malfoy’s being a bit big headed, don’t you think?”

Cheers erupt from all stands as the individual Quidditch teams march onto the field. Malfoy’s lazily waving at the Slytherin Quidditch stands with a look of disdain on his face as boos emerge from the Slytherin stands at Creevy's latest comment. The weather is relatively clear with a few clouds in the way of visibility.

“Slytherin and Ravenclaw take their positions on the field! Crabbe and Goyle staggering a bit, what in Merlin’s name were they up to last night?! Cornfoot and Urquhart shake hands, boy those two have a grip! Here’s the toss up, and they’re… off!”

“Brocklehurst has the quaffle while Ackerly’s starting down the field! Ravenclaw’s certainly trying to make up for last time! Pass to Corner And WHOA! Bludger from THAT BRUTE RIGHT THERE almost unseats him, Corner lost the ball but it’s regained by Fawcett! Closely trailed by Vaisey. Boo, Vaisey! Get away from the poor girl! And VAISEY HAS THE QUAFFLE. Caught midpass to Corner and he’s off to their side of the pitch!”

“Cornfoot tries to unseat him but no go! Pass to Pritchard and then to Urquhart while Goyle’s ACTUALLY paying attention! And throws it right back at corner! OUCH! That’ll hurt in the morning, S’ALRIGHT STEPHEN THESE SLYTHERINS ARE TOOLS. ”

A large amount of boos comes from the Slytherin side of the pitch. Various amounts of objects begin to be thrown at Dennis, none of them reaching their mark.

“HEY! OI! YOU! QUIT IT, YOU SNAKES! MCGONNAGAL HELP ME I’M BEING ATTACKED!”

Professor McGonnagal performs Soronus and turns to face the Slytherin side of the pitch while waving off Dennis Creevy’s attempts to pacify the situation.

“NEED I REMIND YOU, STUDENTS, THAT A QUIDDITCH GAME IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR POOR BEHAVIOUR. ANYONE THAT CONTINUES ON WITH THIS WILL BE PUNISHED IN THE MANNER THAT WE SEE AS SUITABLE—“

A few single gasps hit the air from the Ravenclaw side of the Pitch as Ackerley darts off into an unknown tangent. Dennis grabs for the microphone but McGonnagal gives him a quick glare before letting him speak.

“BLOODY HELL HE’S SEEN THE SNITCH! Sorry, Professor! Sorry! Really! ANYWAY. ACKERLEY down near the left-bottom of the field! Malfoy right behind him and YESSSS. YES! YES! I MEAN—MALFOY’S BEEN HIT! HE’S BEEN HIT BY A BLUDGER FROM… GRYFFITHS. AND HE’S DOWN. YES HE’S DOWN.”

“Where is it? Where in Merlin's name is Ackerley! The poor bloke seems a bit confused and he's lost the snitch. BUT Malfoy looks as though he could have a severe case of brain damage AND he just fell down! OH HIS LUCK.”

Boos erupt from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

“Urquhart's called a time out! And WOW it seems as though Malfoy really is down and out for the count! Pomfrey's on the field and the Slytherin team's regrouping as well as Ravenclaw! While we're here doing nothing, the score's at 50 Slytherin, 30 Ravenclaw. Annnndd Malfoy's off the pitch! He looks somewhat unconscious and he's been replaced by that fellow that likes pink. What's his name again? OH, Baddock! Both Slytherin and Ravenclaw are off and the the game's on again. Do you REALLY think Slytherin can pull it off without their golden boy?”

A variety of indefinable curses of the verbal variety comes from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

“OH COME ON I WAS ONLY KIDDING! Corner with the quaffle, off to make it past Wilkes and Urquhart and Vaisey right on his tail. He tries to pass to Brocklehurst but NO! Intercepted by Vaisey who—WHY the hell is he not flying anywhere?! It seems that Vaisey and Corner are having a little tiff and BLUDGER from Griffiths sends Urquhart plummeting! They're all dropping like flies! NO he's back up and Vaisey and Corner seem like they're having a shouting match—PLAY SOME RUDDY QUIDDITCH FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!”

Unrest from all sides of the pitch.

“WHOA! Corner grabbed possession. Did you see that?! Pass to Fawcett. Return to Corner. Corner moves forward and throws it over to Brocklehurst! And she's down the pitch while Cornfoot smacks a good 'ol bludger in Pritchard's direction! That's the way to do it! And GOAL! Slytherin-50, Ravenclaw-40! This is getting tight, folks.”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Vaisey has the quaffle, down the pitch, and straight to the posts! Dodges bludger from Griffiths and ends up passing to Pritchard. Pritchard to Urquhart. Urquhart has Brocklehurst close on his tail! And WHAT! FOUL! FOUL! BLATCHING! That was HORRIBLE, Urquhart you right KNOW we can see what you're doing up there! Hooch calls it! Damn right. Brocklehurst goes in for the penalty goal annddd...SCORE! Slytherin 50, Ravenclaw 50! We're all tied up!”

Cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw side of the pitch.

“Vasiey didn't like that, did he? He's off down the field, and maneuvers around Corner and Brocklehurst who were trying to stop him dead in his tracks and he's still going! Straight to Bradley! And OH! GOAL! Slytherin 60, Ravenclaw 50. Sorry about that Bradley, you always seem to get hurt in these things.”

Cheers and boos leave the crowd, the Slytherin side of the pitch is getting progressively louder.

“Corner in possession, pass to Fawcett. And OI! It seems as though Slytherin's trying to make up ground for their lack of Malfoy! Pritchard and Goyle work together and Pritchard has the quaffle! Pass to Vaisey, who passes to Urquhart and straight back to Pritchard! That was a bit useless, wasn't it? CRAP. GOAL. Slytherin 70, Ravenclaw 50. COME ON, COME ON. There's still time for you to make it up!”

Cheers erupt from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

“Brocklehurst and Corner look a bit tiffed, DON'T LET'EM GET YOU DOWN, RAVENCLAW! SHITE! Wilkes is a sneaky little snake, int'he? He has the quaffle! WHAT IS WITH THESE SLYTHERINS! They certainly brought their A game, I'll give'em that. SCORE! SCORE! Slytherin 80, Ravenclaw 50. COME ON!”

Cheers continue to come from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

“Corner has the quaffle! And he's not letting go of it! Goyle's knocking one at him but no g——OI OI THEY'VE SEEN THE SNITCH, ACKERLEY'S SEEN IT AGAIN!”

A variety of noises and cheers come from all sides of the pitch.

“THEY'RE RACING TOWARDS THE SLYTHERN GOAL POSTS, ACKERLEY IN THE LEAD, WAIT, NO! BADDOCK. ACKERLEY. BADDOCK. SHIT. WHO—RAVENCLAW! ACKERLEY HAS THE SNITCH!!! RAVENCLAW WINS! AHHAHAHAA TAKE THAT.”

Screams and boos come from the Slytherin side of the pitch while the Ravenclaw as well as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff produces extremely loud cheers.

“THAT'S IT! It's all over, folks. Glad you could come! Final score, Ravenclaw | 200, Slytherin | 80! I bet there'll be a party in Ravenclaw Tower tonight, am I invited? Dennis Creevy, signing OFF!!!”

Post-Game Injuries

THOMAS BRADLEY: Excellent game! Other than being sore as hell you're in relatively good shape! Although you may want to get that bruise on the back of your leg checked out, it's turned an ugly colour of purple and we all know that isn't attractive in the slightest.

MANDY BROCKLEHURST: OUCH! Not again! What is with it with these boys and why do they keep on flying into you?! Anyway, you did well and just feel the relative fatigue that you'd normally feel after a game, good thing, too! If not that Urgfart fellow would be in quite a bit of trouble.

MICHAEL CORNER: No injuries on the field! Everyone was getting hit left and right but you stayed strong, too bad you got straight on TACKLED by some random 5th year after the game. Knocked you off your feet, too. Your hip feels rather iffy but other than that you're a-okay and ready to party the night away!

CHARLES VAISEY: How in Merlin's name did you play with a broken hand? Somewhere in between the 50/60 mark, Cornfoot smacked a mean bludger your way. No worries, Madam Pomfrey should be able to mend it in a jiffy. And while you're there have her check up on those spots you're seeing? That's not a good sign, better luck next time!

MALCOLM BADDOCK: Nothing major, mate! Just feeling bruised up and maybe a bit sore after that close call at the end. Good game, maybe they should promote you to seeker instead of people who go down that early into the game?

DRACO MALFOY: Holy Merlin. Well, it's not brain damage but it certainly is close. Knocked unconscious and out for the count, it took a couple of hours for Madam Pomfrey to even wake you up. You broke about three bones in your hand from trying to break your fall AND a femur. Your father's been running around demanding to know who did this to his son, hopefully the Slytherin team won't be that upset? Come on! Griffiths is only a fourth year, he didn't know who he was going to potentially kill!

Outcome of the game was randomly selected as were points.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-26T12:47:00

2008-04-26T17:55:12Z

Who; Paisley Howell and OPEN
What; Random Run-in
When; Evening, coming back from the Library
Where; Hallway
Status; Open/In Progress

At least not in Paisley's mind. There were loads of things Paisley could think of that would be way more fun than working on homework. However, since she needed good marks, a Prefect who doesn't have decent marks doesn't make much sense, she was forced to spend an evening working on Potions and Charms. Which she could think of a worst subject to work on, but she would rather be outside or in the common room reading.

Thankfully, she didn't have rounds this night, so she was able to go back to the dorm and relax and catch up with people before going to bed. She even thought about writing a letter to Ginny to see how she was doing, ask her if she liked the story that Harry was kind enough to make a copy to send to her.

Brushing her blue strands of hair away from her eyes, she made her way down the hall. There weren't a whole lot of students running around, she figured most of them would be back in their common room, since it was starting to get late. Feeling her books slipping, she looked down to adjust her books and parchment as she walked around the corner, but before she could look up, she felt her body smacking into someone, a few of her books dropping to the floor.

"Oh bugger! I'm sorry!"

January 14, 1998 | Thursday

2008-04-24T17:50:57Z

THE GIFT
Placed on Ernie's bed sometime during breakfast are two brown paper packages. The first is a copy of Magical Politics, Politicians and their Triumphs & Victories. Vol II. The second is a black muggle styled t-shirt that reads "I'm Smarter Than You - but don't tell anybody" in yellow font.

THE LETTER
Ernie,

Happy Birthday mate. I couldn't decide what to get you so I pulled options from a hat. I hope you like 'em. If not I'll take you out next Hogsmeade Weekend and get you something worthwhile, yeah?

Have a good one,
Justin.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-23T19:11:00

2008-04-24T02:15:12Z

Justin,

I still hate you, but here.

- Zacharias.

January 13, 1998 | Tuesday

2008-04-22T06:35:01Z

THE GIFTS
Left on Garrick Summerby's bed sometime during breakfast were two brown paper packages. The first with 10 pairs of plain alpaca argyle men's socks. The second with 10 pairs of male "hippy" colour changing socks. These socks are charmed to change colours in a linear pattern at all times...until of course they begin to smell to which point the enchantment stops. This is a sign that it's time for laundry day.

THE NOTE ON TOP:

Oy Garrick,

Happy Birthday Mate. Figured these would come in handy so we dont' have to listen to you clank around for socks. I figure it'll last you at least....a week - 2 tops.

Here's to being one year older!
x. Justin

riddikulus @ 2008-04-21T21:38:00

2008-04-22T02:07:26Z

Attached: The newest copy of the Quibbler, Muggle freeze pops to sooth her sore throat.

Date Change!

2008-04-21T08:38:40Z

CURRENT DATE:
APRIL 21TH - APRIL 27TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, JANUARY 12TH - SUNDAY, JANUARY 18TH, 1998.

14 → JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY's birthday.
15 → ERNIE MACMILLAN's birthday.
18 → Quidditch Match. SLYTHERIN vs. RAVENCLAW

January 10, 1998 - Friday Evening

2008-04-19T04:40:39Z

Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley & Julianne Dorny
Setting: Ancient Runes Classroom to Hallway. 18:00 (6PM)
Summary: After the Ancient Runes meeting on Jan 10, Julianne and Justin have an awkward chat that leaves her feeling disappointed and him thinking she's a crazy.
Status: Complete!

As the first Ancient Runes Club meeting of 1998 came to an end the members trickled out of the classroom. The meeting had been relatively productive. They'd caught each other up on their individual winter holidays, and even entertained the idea of holding an actual meeting involving the actual club. They discussed club agenda's for the rest of term, future projects, book lists, tutor assignments, and even a few rumoured apprenticeships that Babbling had found for the summer months. There was even brief talk of a fundraiser for an organization that was yet to be picked - detailing was limited but there'd been talk all the same.

It went well to say the least, well Justin thought so. It was a pleasant meeting and it was really nice to see everyone again. Though they didn't exactly do much Ancient Runeing(?) it was a good two hours of fun conversation - and there'd been free sweets and snacks acquired from the kitchens. They got a lot of the planning done for the remainder of the year and in the Hufflepuffs book - collaborative agendas were the best sort.

As Justin did after every meeting he made sure that he was the last to leave. He figured it was his responsibility as head of the club to clean up the classroom when they were done with it. Though the kids that were involved were relatively cleanly it wasn't much of a surprise that a few spare pieces of trash were left behind on a regular basis. He took his time packing his book satchel of things while the others left. Scribbling down notes of last minute tutor changes of a particular fifth year, while saying his farewells to other's who did the same.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-14T20:00:00

2008-04-15T03:26:29Z

Who: Jack & Thomas
What: Jack needs some help with tutoring and Thomas helps.
When: The night they get back
Status: Closed/Complete
Rating: PG

Jack sat down at a table near the front of the library with a groan, dropping the mismatched pile of books and things on the table and relaxed, legs moving to stretch out in front of him as he raised his arms with a groan before dropping them down and beginning to try and get some sort of organization going before Thomas showed up. He hadn't exactly done a lot of homework over the break and what he had done had been minimal because he simply had not gotten it. And so everything he had was in one big pile and he had not clue where anything was.

He worked for a few moments before he settled back after a few moments, his arms moving to cross over his chest. He had everything in order and he was a bit early he knew, but it was better than being late to a study session. He felt bad enough asking for Thomas's time on the first night back from school. But the test was in a few days and nothing was comprehending and so he didn't know what else to do.

He rubbed the back of his head again before moving his hands to rub his face with a sigh. He dropped them after a few moments and relaxed against the back of the chair, tapping his foot absently as he waited for Thomas to arrive.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-13T21:57:00

2008-04-14T03:01:07Z

CURRENT DATE:
APRIL 14TH - APRIL 20TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, JANUARY 5TH - SUNDAY, JANUARY 11TH, 1998.

january;
05 → Classes resume. Regular class schedules.

January 3, 1998 - Arrived During Lunch

2008-04-12T16:55:03Z

[Owl to Zacharias Smith]

Zach,

I'm real sorry for pulling that prank on you. We thought it'd be funny ~~and you're just blowing it out of prop-~~ obviously it wasn't. So I apologize. I also owe you an apology for going off on you in that stupid journal entry. I'm an idiot, what can I say?

I hope we can let bygones be bygones in due time. In the mean time you should let me bring you back a peace offering. Is there anything you need/want that you'd like me to bring back with me tomorrow?

Your mate,
Justin Finch-Fletchley

[Owl to Emma Bundy]

Emma,

This is my formal apology for the comments made in my New Years 1998 journal entry. I really shouldn't have shared any of what I did with you and I appologize for any uncomfortable mental scars that may have been left behind. I do hope this doesn't effect our friendship, but I would be completely understanding if you didn't want to see my face for awhile once school starts again. Anyway, I hope your break was a good one. Talk to you later - maybe....if you want.

My apologies,
Justin Finch-Fletchley

[Owl to Ginger Lady Julliane]

Julliane,

This is my formal apology for he comments made in my New Years 1998 journal entry. I don't know where or why I said the things I did and blaming the alcohol isn't entirely worthwhile. All I can do is apologize profusely for my behaviour and hope that you accept it. If you choose not to, I completely understand.

My apologies,
Justin Finch-Fletchley

[Owl to Morag MacDougal]

MacDougal,

~~I- You~~ This is my formal apology to you for the things I wrote in that journal entry on New Years 1998. I'm sorry. I should have never written the things that I did about you. I know that you didn't steal those pages from that book. And I can't apologize enough for the insult and/or uncomfortable state I may have left you in with those inappropriate comments.

I understand that this in no way makes up for what's already been done, and I'm more than aware that we're at odds for the rest of eternity. But, I just wanted to apologize for that. So, thank you for your time and best of luck with N.E.W.T's.

Sincerely,
Justin Finch-Fletchley

amazingly late date change D:

2008-04-08T12:18:01Z

CURRENT DATE:
APRIL 7TH - APRIL 13TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, DECEMBER 29TH - SUNDAY, JANUARY 4TH, 1998.

december;
31 → MICHAEL CORNER's birthday.

january;
04 → End of Christmas Holidays. Students come back to school.

riddikulus @ 2008-04-02T22:05:00

2008-04-03T02:16:36Z

Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley (mentions of Mr. and Mrs. Granger)
When: Christmas Eve
Where: Hermione's house
Rating: PG
Summary: Now that dinner is over, Ron and Hermione get to spend a bit of time together before he heads home.

Dinner had gone off without a hitch, at least Hermione had thought so. There might have been that incident where her father might have asked Ron one or two probing questions that made the redhead turn the colour of his hair, but other than that isolated incident, everything had gone splendidly. Not that she had doubted they wouldn't, she was just relieved that they had or else would have been mortified and would refuse to ever stand in her father's presence again; she knew him well enough.

After her parents ushered her off, assuring her that they would do the dishes, Hermione led Ron through the house, giving him a tour. He had been there only a few times before, but she realised he had never seen beyond the downstairs living room or dining room. Oh, and the bathroom too. Knowing her parents wouldn't mind, especially since they trusted her explicity, Hermione led Ron upstairs and pushed open the door to her room. Stepping inside she held her hands out and gave a nonchalant shurg.

"This is my room," she said. But it was obvious that it belonged to her; bookshelves lined nearly every wall with the exception of the one that had her bed on it and there were other books stacked neatly on her desk. The walls were tan, accented with white trimming, and her bed was neatly made, the blue duvet covering it nicely.

riddikulus @ 2008-03-31T17:58:00

2008-04-01T15:21:09Z

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
When: Monday night at six
Where: No. 12, Grimmauld Place
What: Just call it...Their First Time.
Rating: R and above.
Status: Complete!

Harry shifted a bit. He had been sitting there on the fourth stair for about fifteen minutes, even though they had decided on six o'clock. But he had already checked everything for supper ten times, he had remade the bed twice to get all the linens and blankets folded back just perfectly, he had even fluffed each pillow on the living room sofa, as if that mattered, but it was something to do. It was like his body was stuffed full of bells, struck hard and vibrating. His hands were trembling, his ears were ringing, his mouth dry and tongue coated metallic.

He ran a hand over his newly shorn hair. Walking into the muggle barber shoppe in Camden, he was Harry Potter, with the shaggy black mane. Harry wanted out a different looking person altogether with his close-cropped hair; though his scar was on display for all to see, he barely recognised himself in the mirror without that cloud of dark hair. He looked like someone who could walk right through Diagon Alley without being stopped every two feet for an autograph, for a handshake, for applause and offers of free drinks and sweets and books and everyone, everyone seeing him and knowing him and touching him, as if he belonged to everyone and everyone's uncle, but not himself. Staring in the mirror at this newly shorn Harry, he didn't see the famous Harry Potter staring back. How would anyone else?

Would she like it? Would it turn her off? Would she take one look and disapparate right away from him?

I've been waiting for this for - and just because I walked out of the bloody Market and saw this place and I was so fed up about the stares and the attention - if she thinks its dodgy, I can always charm it back, right? I can do that, right? He used to without thinking of it when he was young -

A crack, the loud clap that signaled apparating. Harry practically leapt to the floor, wiping his sweaty palms on his cords and picked up the flowers he had bought her, running that hand over his head once more.

date change!

2008-03-31T10:20:00Z

CURRENT DATE:
MARCH 31ST - APRIL 06TH.
IN GAME DATE;
MONDAY, DECEMBER 22ND - SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28TH.

december;
25 → CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS
26 → EMMA BUNDY's birthday.
27 → LAVENDER BROWN's birthday.

riddikulus @ 2008-03-28T22:22:00

2008-03-29T05:24:15Z

Who: Neville and Linda
What: Visiting
When: Saturday December 20th
Where: Neville's home
Rating: Uh Rish just in case
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Neville and Linda getting nice and close, and Gran ruins it.

Linda was so excited to go visit Neville, it had been on her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him especially considering the conversation they had over journals. They had decided that today would be the first visit, and she was lucky she learnt to apparate. Linda was looking at herself in the mirror fixing her red beater type shirt and pulling on a sweater and zipping it up a little. She looked at her jean skirt it was a tad short for the weather but honestly she wanted to give Neville some ideas. She took a check of her butt in the mirror. “Fabulous,” she said with a smirk and picked up some lip gloss dragging it along her lips.

Running down the stairs she yelled, “Bye mum, bye dad. I will be back later, going to Neville’s.” They told her to behave and that they expected Linda to invite Neville over. She waved good bye and apparated to Neville’s front door. She brushed her curls from her face and knocked on the door. Okay now she was nervous.

riddikulus @ 2008-03-27T20:10:00

2008-03-28T01:29:06Z

A neatly wrapped package of Christmas cookies with an additional note

Mum made them this morning. I thought you might like them.