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Meg Boyd Joined: 30 June 2003 Posts: 1946 Location: The Guilt Show	Posted: Saturday 3 July 2004 10 16 45 am in topic:hey, does anyone watch The Simpsons? I have loved the Simpsons ever since they came out in 1989, even though I was a small kiddo then! My dad and I would watch them together every Sunday night. In 1990, the local Dairy Queen gave away an 8 inch plush Simpson character doll with every value meal or whatever, so once a week when my mother would pick me up from primary school we would have lunch at the Dairy Queen until we had the entire set. So I have the Marge, Homer, Bart, Maggie, and Lisa special edition dolls from that good old Dairy Queen! Ralf Wigum is one of my favorites...I choo choo Choose you! and YOu're touching my special area! (as Marge places a hand on his shoulder)...hahaha But I think my favorite character would have to be Bart. Maybe it is because I am too much like Lisa, that I wish I could be the clever trouble maker and Marge's special little guy!
Liquid Ice Joined: 18 August 2003 Posts: 1543	Posted: Saturday 5 June 2004 08 08 37 am in topic:Your Room I quite like my room. The walls are pale blue and the carpet is red. All the furniture (desk, cheast of draws, cheast and 2 bookcases) are all pale pine, and I have a massive dolls house. (No I dont play with it, I just collect dolls house furniture and I felt I needed a house to put it all in.) And two walls are covered in posters and artwork. At the end of this year Im bringing home 3 years work of art from school so at some point Im gonna re-paint my room (probably blue again - boring) and stick everything back on the walls really close together so it practically makes wall paper and hang mobiles from the ceiling.
cuticerutti Joined: 21 February 2004 Posts: 10 Location: USA	Posted: Tuesday 1 June 2004 08 47 02 pm in topic:Destined for Difference Chapter 2: The Upstairs Office “Ma?” a voice called, breaking her mother’s thoughts. “Are you okay?” “What? Oh, yes Cassidy, I’m fine,” she replied, somewhat startled. She was standing in the doorway of her twins’ former bedroom. The big room was currently being used as an office and held a desk and some filing cabinets. The walls were covered with pictures of her children, waving and smiling at her. On the carpet there were a few brown spots, which had remained there for thirteen years. A door slammed somewhere downstairs and the house rattled. A photo of the mother and her children fell off of the wall. The glass in the frame shattered, leaving stunned expressions on the photo’s occupants’ faces. The fallen photograph revealed a large brown mark on the wall. Ms. Colleman sighed. “What am I going to do with that child? Cassidy’s thin face revealed a smile. “You could put him up for adoption,” she suggested. Her mother laughed. “You two are quite a pair,” she told Cassidy. They stood in silence for a moment. They were both looking at the mark a fire had left. “Too bad Athena knocked over that candle thirteen years ago,” Cassidy said, referring to the family cat. “The fire she started really made it hard to sell our house, didn’t it Mom?” Her mother looked her firmly in the eye. “Yes, it’s a shame,” she said. “But we have sold our house and that is the important thing.” A boy with dark hair appeared behind them. He was eating a banana and chewing rather loudly. “Honestly Seth, you’re such a pig,” Cassidy said. [i]“Honestly Seth, you’re such a pig,”[/i] Seth mimicked his sister. He opened his mouth to show her the chewed and mushy banana in his mouth. He moved his tongue around the give the food a lively affect. “Gross!” Cassidy shrieked. “Alright, alright kids,” Ms. Colleman broke up the fight. “What are we all doing standing here? We have packing to finish!” Cassidy was upset about moving. She had lived in this house since she was one year old. She would miss her friends, even though she didn’t have many. All because of Veronica Smith. They used to be best friends when they were nine, but one day they were playing at Veronica’s house and she wouldn’t let Cassidy play with her dolls. Cassidy got angry. Somehow, all of Veronica’s dolls became decapitated in front of their eyes. Veronica told everyone at school that Cassidy was a freak and it resulted in a lack of a social life. Of course Cassidy knew she was a witch then, but she didn’t dare tell anyone. When the twins were eleven, they had received acceptance letters from Hogwarts and another local school. Both taught the arts of witchcraft and wizardry. Hogwarts was in England. Ms. Colleman simply told them they weren’t going to Hogwarts. The strange part was, their mother hadn’t even looked at the letter, only the envelope. Cassidy and Seth had gone away to a school nearby in America. Things began getting tough in the twins’ third year, however. Seth began causing trouble and was clearly unhappy. Seth was the reason people stayed away from Cassidy. They were afraid she was like him because they were twins. She wasn’t though, she was different. She tried explaining that they had two separate brains but the other students didn’t seem to want to grasp the concept. Everyone tried to deal with it for a few years. Their mother was receiving a number of complaints from the school. Seth and Cassidy became unhappier with each passing day. The taunting and teasing never stopped. When Cassidy and Seth came home for the summer after their fifth year, their mother simply told them they were moving and that they were enrolled at Hogwarts. Cassidy could sense grief in her mother’s voice and a trace of guilt on her tired face. They were almost finished packing their belongings into boxes using magic. All they had left was the upstairs office. “All right Seth, the boxes go in here,” Ms. Colleman said. Seth entered the room carrying a bunch of large boxes. His face was hidden from view. Cassidy was already disassembling the desk that sat alone against a wall. Their mother insisted on emptying the filing cabinets herself. She knelt on the ground and started at the bottom drawers of the towering cabinets. Seth began taking photos off the walls. He was lost deep in thought about the new school they were going to. Athena slinked into the room, her black coat gleaming in the sunlight. She rubbed against his leg, scaring him. He dropped the frame, which shattered with a loud crash. “Seth!” Ms. Colleman scolded. “That is the second one you’ve broken today.” “Sorry Mom,” he said. He bent down to pick up the broken glass. The backing of the photograph had been knocked off. There was another piece of paper sticking out from behind the one of Seth and Cassidy as children. He picked it up and examined it. It was almost exactly the same as the one that had been showing, but in this one, his right hand was showing. In the first one, it was hidden carefully behind his back. He looked closer. “Hey ma,” he called over his shoulder. “What’s this?” “What’s what dear?” she asked. “My hand is burned in this picture,” he said. His mother stiffened. He walked over to her and showed her the picture. He pointed out his right hand. “Oh that?” she asked. “I was cooking macaroni in boiling water when you were both younger and you were sitting on the counter top. You were watching the swirling macaroni as it was sucked to the bottom and was whisked back up to the surface. I guess you wanted a taste and you stuck your hand in and tried to grab one,” she laughed sheepishly. Cassidy came over to look at the picture. She laughed at how stupid her brother must have been. “Well, there’s one drawer gone and it’s all garbage,” Ms. Colleman said. She picked up the stack of papers and sauntered over to the wastebasket. A paper gently slipped out of the pile and slipped to the ground. Cassidy picked it up. “Ma, you dropped a paper,” Cassidy said. She looked at it. [i]Registration of number 28304882, Elias Colleman, at Azkaban…[/i] There was more written on the paper but her mother picked it out of her hands. “What’s Azkaban, Ma? What’s Dad’s name doing on that paper?” Her mother’s eyes were as cold as stone. “It’s the cemetery where your father was buried,” she told them. Her face broke into a warm smile, meant to console her children, but her voice was cold as ice.
Athena Appleton Joined: 24 January 2004 Posts: 2267 Location: Easin' down the yellow brick road....	Posted: Sunday 30 May 2004 07 51 58 pm in topic:Truth about Rita Skeeter Ummm... I don't think so... I do think the masculine references are important. If Rita Skeeter were described as being an attractive female, that puts most people in mind of someone good, and Rita Skeeter is clearly [i]not[/i] good. Snape (a not nice guy) is described as being fairly hideous. While Jason Isaacs and Tom Felton are two really good-lookin fellas, they are never described as being attractive in the books. Quite the contrary: in her World Book Day chat, Rowling expresses some aggravation that people want to see good things happen to Malfoy, simply because Tom Felton's a doll.
Dumbledores Master Joined: 14 April 2004 Posts: 391 Location: Floating around here somewhere not sure where though, maybe here maybe there or maybe nowhere	Posted: Saturday 22 May 2004 05 03 25 am in topic:madame malkin's robes for all occasions (fitters needed) yes it does and the measurements are as follows 9876543211234567890x1234567899876543210 o.k thanks hon you`re a doll