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  <title>hogwarts100</title>
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  <updated>2012-09-28T01:07:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:2714</id>
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    <title>speaking poundage-wise I improve my appetite when I exercise up down touch the ground</title>
    <published>2012-06-16T02:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2012-09-28T01:07:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;derek &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; the ravenclaws&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to ask Rachel to take over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" Derek scrambled frantically, "&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;, I'll do it! I swear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gave him a contemptuous glance and then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:2420</id>
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    <title>maggie &amp; octavius</title>
    <published>2012-06-05T15:28:16Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T20:15:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;maggie &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; octavius&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavius didn't mind doing the Prefect rounds. He knew some of the others moaned and complained about it, but Octavius liked the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he didn't want to hex his brains out when he was paired with Prisca Pucey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the feeling was mutual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believed (as often the case with the Gryffindor House must be) that it was not so much that he and Maggie were superior upholders of order and rule, but that their peers faced a lot of difficulty with the concept. He could not contain the delicate shudder that passed through him upon picturing his best friend with a Prefect badge. Or his best friend's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:2052</id>
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    <title>~patience</title>
    <published>2012-06-04T20:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-10T20:54:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;delilah &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; octavius&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delilah, no, now is not the time, I have to study for this--" He was abruptly cut off when her face crumpled and a sobbing yell erupted, the likes of which had to be heard 'round the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, god," he said. "Oh, god, no, I'm sorry. It's all right. I can fail History of Magic, I just--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her keening grew louder and Octavius jumped up, flapping his hands uselessly at his sides because the sight of female tears, as it always had and probably always would, reduced him to a monosyllabic lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be-be-because," she hiccuped here, and clawed at the tears refusing to quell their streaming down her face, "he b-broke up with meeeee!" she wailed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell Charlie!" she demanded, grabbing his hand. &lt;br /&gt;"Delilah, he's--I mean, everyone is going to--"&lt;br /&gt;"Swear you won't!" Delilah pointed a finger at him accusingly through her tears.&lt;br /&gt;"I—all right, &lt;i&gt;all right&lt;/i&gt;, under pain of certain death, I won't—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," she said phlegmily.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't mention it," he mumbled, giving her hand an awkward squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:1817</id>
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    <title>~first</title>
    <published>2012-06-04T20:23:03Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T20:24:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;bess &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; drystan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hung around with that Odette girl, and everyone knew Bess simply couldn't stand her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody like a &lt;i&gt;boor&lt;/i&gt;," she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," Drystan said over his shoulder, "I don't want to be liked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:1741</id>
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    <title>~memory</title>
    <published>2012-06-04T19:38:54Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T04:52:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;noah &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; drystan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was common consensus that Drystan Fawcett was a bit of a grump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grump" was probably putting it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he was strolling out of bed, certainly out of bounds, late at night, there was a definite lift to his step, and if he didn't think it would risk getting him caught, he would probably be whistling, with a blanket slung over his shoulder and a little thermos in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drystan had a &lt;i&gt;fairly&lt;/i&gt; good feeling he was getting lucky tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard getting a law abiding Ravenclaw out of bounds in the middle of the night, except she was an Astronomy nut, so Drystan might have used that angle to his advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tang in the air, a wet feeling. He knew something was very wrong, but it wasn't until his gaze landed on a body slumped on the floor by one of the enormous windows that his mind registered the copious substance infecting the room: blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his stomach roiling, he clapped a hand to his mouth and staggered back, just when Drystan saw the weak moonlight outlining the curly hair of the prone figure. In that moment, the blood drained from his face, he thought his legs would give out, and he gagged, "Oh, no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware that his legs moved him shakily closer, he took in the shoes, the familiar frays in the robe, the profile, and he was running, shouting "Noah! NOAH!" before dropping to his knees beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His knees jostled the body as they landed, and the tremor must have alerted Noah, whose eyes opened in calmest, sharpest gaze Drystan knew he'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:misspenny:1374</id>
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    <title>~tease</title>
    <published>2012-06-02T23:19:50Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T03:42:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;tim &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; adamina&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one was intelligent, kind, and yes, pretty, the world often went out of its way to cater to that individual. It wasn't Adamina's fault that she had been blessed with all three characteristics. She might not exploit this particular way of the world, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use it to her advantage when it suited her. She dared anyone to say otherwise, if it came to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people, like Timothy Greengrass, took it upon themselves to dislike her for what nature saw fit to give her, it was a simple indication of their small-mindedness. Perhaps if he took two minutes to stop being a scowling boob and have a real conversation with her, he might see the error of his ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy seemed to grunt every word out of his mouth--which, Adamina noticed, were few and far between and nearly always insulting toward her person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Half-blood Hufflepuff (which was &lt;i&gt;fact&lt;/i&gt;, and not small-minded judgment, thank you), no less. "Insulting" was not even the word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was right at that very second that she decided to change tactics when it came to dealing with Timothy Greengrass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile was patiently beatific, her tone no less: "Why, I'm being nice to you, Timothy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, stop it," he said, and if he ever made any sort of facial expression or otherwise emoted in her presence, she would have sworn there was a hint of panic about his person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>~why</title>
    <published>2011-11-22T06:34:53Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T03:42:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:65%;" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;seth &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; wendy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know. &lt;i&gt;After&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just said the same words!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he didn't know who the dumber one in this relationship was. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohyouwanttohave&lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt;!" she squeaked, clapping her hand over her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as if she and Seth hadn't &lt;i&gt;done&lt;/i&gt;... things. They had. Sort of. Mostly they snogged. But they did that a lot! Really, a lot! But now hearing it in such black and white terms, hearing "&lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt;," made her cheeks turn a likely-unflattering shade of red and robbed her of speech. Wendy didn't really think that was supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But--" he sputtered, "but you've never said &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was never an issue before!" she cried, wringing her hands together anxiously, as seemingly appalled about this development as her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>~gossip</title>
    <published>2011-11-14T04:16:04Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T03:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;mary &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; greta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," the fifth year said phlegmily, "I didn't know anyone else was in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary looked at her with apprehension, but approached anyway. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>~discovery</title>
    <published>2011-09-08T17:59:14Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T03:43:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;derek &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; drea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah liking Odette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," Drea's eyes grew comically wide before her entire face scrunched in a cackle. "Oh, you're serious!" Helpless with laughter, she slumped against the locker and fanned her face between bouts of chortling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up!" Derek said fiercely, flushed a dull shade of pink. "You can't say &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;, Drea, I will KILL you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he was &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; sure Fiona Finnegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>~illusive</title>
    <published>2011-06-08T01:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-05T03:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="width:65%;"&gt;&lt;font face="bell mt" size="6"&gt;odette &lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; drystan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Odo," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go &lt;i&gt;away&lt;/i&gt;!" she tried not to sob, and didn't quite succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he do this time?" Drystan asked, trying to contain his disgust and not quite succeeding either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a big deal," she muttered, dashing her tear-stained cheeks hastily with the heel of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took her hand by the wrist and shook it slightly. "It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were normal, this would be the part where you kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I—er—do—do you want me to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Odette said tearfully, "I really don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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