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GodrictheGriffon Joined: 27 December 2006 Posts: 3716 Location: Beside the veil, waiting for Sirius.... And Midnight! I wonder how long your location can be?....	Posted: Monday 2 July 2007 07 11 23 am in topic:500 Things we will do before the release of Deathly Hallows 462. Knit a Gryffindor scarf!
FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3050 Location: Dancing circles around Voldemort, singing poetry into a hairbrush and dodging curses.	Posted: Tuesday 9 January 2007 05 53 16 pm in topic:madame malkin's robes for all occasions (fitters needed) I want turquiose robes with matching heels, hat, and scarf, please.
Plasma Joined: 30 December 2006 Posts: 18	Posted: Monday 1 January 2007 10 39 55 am in topic:Hermione's Mistake Harry and Ron were scared about Hermione. She hated failure with an intensity hundreds of times greater than Ron’s hatred of spiders. They found her sulking in the common room in front of the fireplace. “Cheer up Hermione”, Harry said comfortingly. “It’s only potions. Nobody will fault you for failing one of Snape’s assignments.” “I do all the time”, Ron added. “Not helping” Harry replied, sounding annoyed. “I know”, Hermione interjected. “But I’m not use to failure.” “Hermione”, Harry muttered before being cut off. “I think I’ll go take a nap for an hour or two.”, Hermione stated, climbing the stairs to the Girls Dormitory. “I hope she’ll be okay”, Ron said. “Me too”, added Harry. 1 hour later Hermione had just woken up from her nap, intending to clear her head. Unfortunately, she noticed that her first thought was of her failure earlier that day. Her thoughts on the issue were diverted when she noticed a warm, wet feeling in the bed. She threw off her blanket, and noticed that for the first time in many years, she had wet the bed. Hermione stared in shock at her wet patch. Tears were falling from her eyes, and she had no idea what to do. Fortunately, her common sense returned to her, and she did a series of quick spells to clean the wet patch on her pants and the bed. She also got rid of the urine smell in the air. Even though she cleaned her pants and underwear, she still felt it necessary to change into a new outfit. While she was changing, she tried to think of reasons that this could happen to her. The only things that came to mind were disease and stress. Stress was in the forefront of her mind, because of the day’s earlier episode. Hermione felt worse than earlier, but tried to forget her troubles as she went to join her friends for her afternoon classes. “Are you okay, Hermione?”, Harry asked as they met in the common room. “I’m fine”, she replied, not too convincingly. “You don’t look fine”, Ron added. “I said I’m fine!”, Hermione said, nearly yelling. Both Harry and Ron knew it was time to shut up. They just looked at each other and walked out the door to their next class. By the time they got to their “History of Magic” class, Hermione seemed fine. In fact, as Harry noticed, she seemed to have a childlike exuberance surrounding her. She was skipping around, and had to be told repeatedly which way the class was. During class, she didn’t look like she understood anything that the Professor was telling the class. Her notes were just scribbles, and Harry even caught her sucking her thumb at one point. After class, Hermione had a look of normalcy about her. “Hermione, are you okay?”, Harry said, looking concerned and confused. “I told you before, I’m fine.” Hermione stated, looking annoyed. “Not about that.”, Harry replied. “I meant about what happened on the way to class and during class.” “What are you talking about, Harry?” Hermione asked, looking confused. “You were acting like a little kid, Hermione.” Harry said. “You skipped around, talked like a child, and even sucked your thumb once!” “I did no such thing, Harry.” Hermione replied. “You must be going bonkers.” “You saw it, didn’t you Ron?” Harry asked. “You should know I don’t pay attention in class, Harry”, Ron said, “Not even to you and Hermione” “Come on, guys”,Hermione stated, “We better get to class before we’re late” The group left, leaving Harry confused and wanting answers. “Just what the hell was going on today?”, he thought to himself, as he followed his friends to their next class. The rest of the day went just as any other day would. Hermione was acting perfectly normal, leading Harry to believe that he was just imagining her childish behavior. He put it out of his mind, and started his assignments. A few minutes later, Hermione said good-night and went to bed. She looked nervous as she changed and laid down, afraid of a repeat of the earlier day’s problem. She did her best to ignore it, and went to sleep. During her sleep, she had a weird dream. She was in a baby’s highchair, being fed by Harry. She tried to say something, but all that came out was baby babble. She started to throw a tantrum to get Harry’s attention, but doing so knocked over her baby bottle filled with warm milk, which spilled all over her crotch area. “Looks like the baby made a little mess,” Harry cooed. Harry then lifted Hermione out of the highchair and laid her down on a plastic changing mat. He then took off her pants and underwear, and grabbed a baby wipe. Even though Hermione wanted to fight what was happening, she found herself unable to move. Harry then wiped her crotch with the baby wipe, and sprinkled some baby powder on her. Hermione knew what was next, but was helpless to fight it. Harry grabbed a large disposable diaper and slid it under Hermione’s bare bottom. He then taped up the sides of the diaper and lifted Hermione into the air effortlessly. He put her back into the highchair, and put a pacifier into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but she found herself unable to do so. While Harry was refilling Hermione’s baby bottle, she felt a squishy feeling between her legs. She hit the front of her diaper, and realized it was wet. She had wet without realizing it! She found herself able to cry at that moment, and cry she did. “Looks like somebody has a wet diaper,” Harry cooed, as the dreamworld faded away. Hermione woke up drenched with sweat and breathing hard. At least she thought she was drenched in sweat. She became aware that she was not wet with sweat when she got a whiff of the air. She could smell urine. Her heart beat faster and she began to sweat profusely as she lifted her covers, hoping she was imagining the smell of urine. Her heart plummeted and her eyes became teary as she saw the big stain on her night clothes and bed. A quick glance around told her she was the last one in the dorm, so she wouldn’t have to explain the smell to anyone. She quickly did the same spells she did yesterday to clean her clothes and bed, and also get rid of the urine smell in the air. She was distraught at the circumstances. If she had only wet once, she could pass it off as an accident, but the second time in a row couldn’t be an accident. Then she remembered her dream, and how vividly the feeling of her wet diaper felt. Maybe it was just a coincidence after all! The first time was an accident and the second time was caused by her dream. That made the 17 year old witch happy as she changed into her clothes for the day. Harry and Ron were in the common room, waiting for Hermione so that the three could go and get breakfast. Harry saw Hermione come down the steps with a spring in her step, and worryingly saw that childlike glimpse in her eye again. It wasn’t as intense as the day before, but it was still there. “Finally,” Ron said. “We almost missed breakfast because of you!” “Oh, stow it,” Hermione replied. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you know.” “Whatever,” Ron stated. “Let’s just get some food.” Down at breakfast, Harry noticed Hermione acting kind of childishly. Not as extreme as yesterday, but her table manners seemed to have gone out the window. Despite the plethora of food on her face, her napkin remained untouched. She was drawing a few stares from the people sitting close by, but she didn’t seem to care. She continued to scarf down her food, much like giving a sack of ham sandwiches to a hobo. As Harry was watching, he saw the look in her eyes fade, and her face turn red. She quickly swallowed the large chunk of food in her mouth, and wiped her face down with the napkin. “That was embarrassing.” She thought to herself. “This is going to be another long day” Harry told himself. Hermione found herself unable to focus on her classes for most of the day. She was too busy thinking of her recent streak of bed-wetting. She just didn’t think that the “coincidence” excuse was valid. She pressed her brain for any other reasons for why she could’ve started wetting the bed. The only reason she could think of was, once again, stress. She then realized that the only thing stressing her out currently, was the problem she thought could be caused by stress. That really didn’t make much sense to the young witch, so she dismissed stress as a cause and was back where she started. In Potions class, she forced herself to forget about her current problems so she could pay more attention and not make any more mistakes like she did yesterday. As she entered the dreary room, she saw Malfoy give her that smug, “I know something you don’t know” look. She put that out of her mind and took her seat next to her friends as Snape entered the classroom. “Will there be anymore mistakes today Ms. Granger?” Snape asked with a look of contempt. “No, sir” Hermione answered, suppressing her anger. “Good, good” Snape replied with a feigned look of content. The class went on as usual, with Hermione making sure that she did everything right. She was relieved to discover that there was no problems with her potion-making. She left the class as normal, albeit with a few more smug glances from Malfoy. She tried to find the meaning in those seemingly evil stares, but the meaning seemed to pass her by. She left the potions class at the end of the period and went to her next class **** A few hours later **** It was once again time for Hermione’s “History Of Magic” class. She decided to use the class as a chance to think about her nighttime incidences. When class started, she made it look like she was writing notes, but in reality she was just writing random words and scribbles. The basis of her thought problem was what to do if it happened again that night. After much deliberation, she decided that if it happened again that night, she would go talk with Madam Pomfrey about it. As that decision presented itself, Hermione felt a sense of relief. Following that relief, there was a feeling of warmth, specifically around her crotch, and another feeling that would be classified as wetness. The second that the cogs in her mind put 2 and 2 together, she started to sweat profusely, and her legs began to tremble. She looked down at her crotch and nearly swore out loud when she saw the stain on her pants. “Crap!” She thought to herself. “I just wet myself in the middle of class! What the hell is happening to me?” She held back her tears and quietly used an all too familiar spell to clean her clothes. She didn’t worry about the one to get rid of the smell of urine, because the stain wasn’t there long enough to create an odor. She quickly looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed anything amiss. She didn’t anybody that looked like they saw something, and if anybody had, they were hiding it very well. She now knew that she would have to go see Madam Pomfrey later that day to try and figure out what is wrong with her.
Un'Anima Persa Joined: 12 February 2005 Posts: 3326 Location: In mourning.	Posted: Tuesday 15 August 2006 03 07 22 pm in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 After finally catching her scarf, Remmy walked slowly out of the stadium, grabbed her broom, and left for her pivate flying lessons with her tutor. Thankfully, the headmistress had given the OK for these lessons, and granted Remmy permission to leave the grounds alone. The tutor worked one-on-one with Remmy, and no one at hogwarts knew of the lessons except for the headmistress.
Q.Araignee Joined: 4 January 2006 Posts: 4385 Location: Sharing Pangalactic Gargleblasters with my Physics teacher and co.	Posted: Friday 11 August 2006 03 01 46 am in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 Rowena frowned slightly and went to put the crate away. After she did, she turned back and noticed three things. Misty seemed completely lost in her own thoughts and obviously didn't want any to go up to her. The Ravenclaw she'd seen earlier was clambering down seats on the pitch, chasing a scarf that kept moving away in the breeze. And her Charms teacher had his wand pointed directly at the Ravenclaw with a look of contemplation on his face. Seeing as she didn't want to disturb Misty, Rowena made her way around the stands and climbed up them until she was directly behind the Charms teacher. Then, fixing her face with a shy smile, she said "Excuse me Professor Dinas, I was wondering what you thought of my flying today?"
Un'Anima Persa Joined: 12 February 2005 Posts: 3326 Location: In mourning.	Posted: Thursday 10 August 2006 05 05 30 pm in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 It occured to Remmy at that moment that she had left her scarf in her seat. She turned around and caught sight of Professor Dinas with his wand pointed at her. HE seemed to be standing there, wand at the ready, contemplating wanted to cast a spell or not. Remmy ignored him and moved toward her scarf, which was now down a few seats due to the wind.
Rory Pridinham Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 506 Location: *Looks around* .... good question....	Posted: Tuesday 20 June 2006 07 37 21 am in topic:Harry Potter products you own... Ah . . . lets see. All the books in first edition North American format (Hee! First Eddies) Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them (LOVE the scribbled notes in this one) Spiral Notebook with black paper inside with a green shiny gel pen Bookmark (metal, picture of HP on it) Snow globe with Harry doing the challenge with the keys Mug of the Mirror of Erised Key chain Knitted myself a gryffindor scarf (red and yellow look so good together with my black peacoat) Some sticker packs Bookends - Harry crawling through the entrance to his house and Hermione and Ron waiting exhausted on the other side All the movies that are able to be bought Glowing HP pen (glows blue) Thats about it - most of the commercial merchandise was bought for me for christmases from my mom and dad - I have like a Harry Potter "shrine" in my bedroom where all this stuff stays. Huzza! Harry Potter!
Fool on the hill Joined: 7 March 2004 Posts: 46	Posted: Saturday 18 September 2004 02 46 01 pm in topic:Harry Potter products you own... Books: ...and the Philosopher's Stone (British paperback) ...and the Chamber of Secrets (same as above) ...and the Prisoner of Azkaban (- " -) ...and the Goblet of Fire (American hardcover) ...and the Order of the Phoenix (British hardcover) ...und der Stein der Weisen (German hardcover) ...und die Kammer des Schreckens (same) ...und der Gefangene von Askaban (- " -) ...und der Feuerkelch (- " -) ...und der Orden des Phoenix (- " -) (I wish there were German paperbacks. I paid 28 Euros for OotP. Luckily there will be only seven books ) Poster: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (like this but without the text and the logo is in the upper right corner) That's all I own. I used to have Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans when the first movie came out, but they tasted awful and it was easy to recognize the "good-tasting" ones ("Harry Potter" was printed on them). Maybe I'll knit myself a scarf one day. I think Ravenclaw would look good. Or all four.