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FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3050 Location: Dancing circles around Voldemort, singing poetry into a hairbrush and dodging curses.	Posted: Friday 15 August 2008 10 05 37 am    Post subject: Re: The Six Wizards in topic:The Six Wizards Name: Yuta Tanuki Blood: Pureblood Month of Birth: October Year of Birth: 1972 Year If Student: Occupation If Adult: Member of Sadistic Six House: Ravenclaw Best Subject: Arithmency Worst Subject: Charms Height: 5 foot 2 inches Physical Description: BLack hair that barely grazes her shoulders, with a streak of pure silver on the right side of her face. Silver eyes. May be short, but is strong as anyone. Long legs that make her a fast runner, despiter her height. Usually wears black flared pants that are slightlyto long on her, a black and silver fitted T-shirt, and black running shoes. Is a pro at theivery and can easily get past enchantments unprotected. Wand: 11 inch ivy dragon heartstring Pet: none Best Friend(s): None Broomstick: Nimbus 1000 Quidditch Position: none Special Ability: Can absorb spells and use the magic in them to further her own powers Fear or Weakness: paper cuts
salemboy Joined: 20 May 2008 Posts: 1233 Location: Salemboy Land, Where Monkeys and Wizards Coexist in Wondrous Harmony	Posted: Thursday 7 August 2008 06 33 01 am    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 Damien woke up the next morning to the sound of loud knocking. He slowly came to remember what had happened last night, and when he looked at his watch, he groaned. It was half-way into his first potions class. He rolled out of bed and crawled over to the sink. He splashed his face with cold water, and pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt. The knocking persisted. "Coming, I'm coming." He opened the door. A little girl was standing there. "Professor- Hey, you aren't Professor Slughorn," she squeaked. Damien rubbed his eyes as he said, "He resigned. I'm his replacement. Please, just take a seat, I had a long night." The little girl did as told. He finally looked out over the classroom. There were a bunch of children wearing Ravenclaw robes. Then he asked, "Can somebody tell me which year this is?" All of the children yelled "First years!" "Ok, my name is Professor Nomare. I am replacing Professor Slughorn as your potions teacher. So, can somebody please tell me what Slughorn had you do last?" The same girl who'd been knocking raised her hand. "Yes, Ms., um, Ms.-" "Arian. Laura Arian." "Well, Ms. Arian, can you please tell me what you studied last time?" "Well, Professor just had us get to know everybody." Damien wasn't surprised in the least. Slughorn had not too honorable rumors about his singling out of students to put into his own personal club. He recalled back to his first day of potions class when he himself had gone to Hogwarts.. "Ok, first things first. By show of hands, how many of you have a grudge with somebody in this class?" The entire class raised their hands. "Ok, I don't care what they did to you, what happens outside of this class stays outside of this class. Any arguing will result in loss of house points. Horseplay or actual fights will result in detention, and repeated offenses will result in Parent-teacher conference, and I'm sure that parents don't want to take time out of their busy schedules to deal with misbehaving children. Potion-making is a very dangerous art and hundreds of Japanese wizards are killed each day by incorrectly made potions." All of the children looked ahead attentively, they obviously had thought that this was going to be an easy class, thanks to Slughorn. Damien would need to change that. "So," he said, clapping his hands together. "Who wants to play a game." The students looked astonished as he said the word game. Some even slacked back in their chairs. "We are going to make a potion together. And we will feed it to my monkey." The class looked in awe as Suge jumped out of Damien's room and climbed up Damien's shoulder. Just because Damien was going to make the class work hard didn't mean he was going to make them hate the class. "Here's what we'll do. I'm mainly doing this because I don't know any of you. I'm going to get out everything you need to make the potion, and I'm going to write the instructions on the board. Then each of you will come up, introduce yourselves, and do a step in the potion. When it's all done, we'll feed it to my monkey." So, Damien rummaged through the cupboards, and pulled out a cauldron, green beans, tinder, a ladle, nirnroot leaves, knives, and banana tree leaves. Then he set it all on a table at the front of the classroom, and wrote the instructions on the board. Then, "Aaaaannnd GO!" The class began following the steps on the board, and introducing themselves. Damien did his best to remember every name. Eventually, the potion was finished. Damien had been smart in his choice of potion. Every student had gotten to go up exactly once. Then Damien took a flask for every student, filled them, corked them and set them on the students' desks. Then he took a vial and and filled it with the leftover potion. "So," he yelled. "Who wants my monkey to drink this?!!!" The class cheered. "I cant here youuuuuuuu!" The class was on its feet cheering. Then Damien gave the potion to Suge, who drank the whole vial. The class quited down as it waited for something to happen. Then Laura yelled, "Look at its fur!!!" Suge's fur had changed to a stark green. Then Damien lead the class in an applause saying, "Congratulations. You just made green hair dye. Twenty points to Ravenclaw." The class cheered some more. "Now, take out a piece of parchment and write down the instructions on the board, titled 'Green Hair Dye.' Study it. You'll have a quiz next class. You can keep the flasks of potion on your desks. Class dismissed."
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Monday 4 August 2008 07 20 36 pm    Post subject: Re: In Moonlight's Shadow in topic:In Moonlight's Shadow Sorry for the lack of updates! It's been nearly 2 weeks since I posted a chapter. I was going to post right before we left for vacation, but I didn't have time. Chapter 5: Shopping With Cinda After arriving in the middle of Cinda and Richard's drawing room, I immediately ran up to my bedroom and remained there the rest of the day. The last thing I felt like doing was being social with my grandparents. I knew Cinda would immediately want to show me the dress she had picked out for me, but I wanted no part of it. My bedroom at Richard and Cinda's makes me cringe every time I go in it. The large chamber is the exact opposite of what I would want a place of my own to look like. The walls are a sickening pink color, adorned with flowery wallpaper running along the top. The bed is a canopy bed complete with a flowery canopy that matches the walls. Atop the cushy mattress are pink linens with a pink rose print comforter. 'What little girl doesn't want a pink canopy bed?' Cinda had giggled when she bought it years ago. The thing was, I didn't want it, even back then. I tried to tell Cinda this, but she wouldn't listen. To go along with the pink walls and pink bedding, all the furniture is white with a little pink rose on each drawer. The carpet is plushy and white, but Cinda added a couple rose shaped pink throw rugs. The entire room looks like it belongs in a Muggle fairy tale, which is probably what Cinda had been thinking when she decorated it. Despite the sheer ugliness of the room, I spent the remainder of the afternoon there. It was the only place where Cinda wouldn't bother me. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and not be interrupted by anyone, especially my grandmother. I pondered about what I had found in Dad's office until my brain hurt and I still didn't come up with any conclusions about it. The only way I was going to get any answers was if I constantly hounded my parents about it. Which I was planning on doing as I got back home. I wasn't going to let it go this time, either. I would keep asking them about it until I got the answers I needed. Eventually, hunger drew me out of my pink bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen. I quietly slipped out of my room and into the hallway. My grandparents' house is even bigger than mine and my bedroom is on the second floor. The top floor is mostly storage and guest bedrooms and I hardly ever go up there. It also houses the room my parents stay in when they spend the night. Not that that happens very often. I'm really the only one who spends a significant amount of time in the large house. Along with my bedroom, my grandparents' and Matt's bedrooms are also on the second floor. The ballroom is on that floor as well. Yes, they have a ballroom. I personally think it's a bit excessive, but Cinda hosts parties so she thinks it's completely necessary. The first floor consists of the kitchen, formal and regular living rooms and dining rooms, Richard and Cinda's offices, the drawing room, various other small rooms, and the library. Richard and Cinda were sitting at the table in the dining room when I entered a few minutes later. Cinda had heated up leftovers from Christmas dinner and she and Richard were eating them. There was a third plate on the table and I sat down in front of it. "Feeling better?" Cinda asked. "Fine," I mumbled as I started to eat the lukewarm turkey. "Good," Cinda smiled, "We'll be going shopping for your dress tomorrow." "Wonderful," I replied flatly. "You're welcome to invite Kenzie to come," Cinda said, an obvious attempt to make me happy about this shopping trip. "Misery loves company," I commented, "I'll call her after dinner." "Tell her we'll leave at ten." I nodded and went back to my food. I continued to shovel it into my mouth, wanting to finish before Cinda launched into another gossip fest. Fifteen minutes later I had returned to my pink sanctuary, free from an evening of boredom with my grandparents. Well, as free as I could get in this room. I supposed that I could sneak out if I wanted to, but I just didn't have the energy tonight. I would be seeing Kenzie the next day anyway. I grabbed the cordless phone (pink of course) that was always on my dresser and threw myself onto the bed. My fingers typed Kenzie's phone number into the device and waited for her to pick up. There were only two phone numbers I ever called and I had them both memorized. Richard and Cinda's, and Kenzie's. Someone picked up on the sixth ring. "Hello?" It was Kenzie's mum and she sounded out of breath. "Mrs. Dawe? It's Amy," I told her. "Oh, Amy! Hi! You're with your grandparents, then? Kenzie told me you'd be coming sometime shortly after Christmas, but she didn't say when. How is your brother?" "He's ok," I answered. The first time I ever spent the full moon with my grandparents, Mum told Kenzie's parents that I stayed with them while Matt received treatment for some kind of illness at a Muggle hospital in Sydney. "Tell him and your parents I pray for him everyday," Mrs. Dawe continued, "Why these things happen to kids, God only knows..." I could imagine her shaking her head as she said it. "Yeah," I replied uncomfortably. Mrs. Dawe really did think Matt had some kind of incurable Muggle disease and I hated lying to her. Mum told me it really wasn't that much of a lie, since lycanthropy was really a disease. "Well, how was school?" Mrs. Dawe sounded a bit happier as she changed the subject. "It was good. I'm glad to be done for now, though." "Glad to hear it. Well, you probably want to talk to Kenzie, so I'll stop rambling." "Ok, bye Mrs. Dawe." "Bye, Amy." I really did like Kenzie's mum. She was so motherly. She kind of had to be with five kids. Kenzie is the oldest and she has three sisters and one brother. "Amy?" Kenzie came onto the phone a few moments later. "Kenzie!" I shouted in delight. It had been so long since I had last talked to her. "I'm with my grandparents now." "Mum told me! Listen, we've got to get together!" "I know. Cinda's having a New Year's Eve party." "Yeah, she invited us but we're going to my cousins' house. I'm sorry, I know how you hate those things," Kenzie sighed. "I'll survive. Hey, she's dragging me around dress shopping tomorrow. Want to come?" "Sure, why not?" Kenzie laughed, "A day shopping with your grandmother, sounds like a blast." "With any luck she'll find something satisfactory in the first shop we get to. It's not like I'm going to have any choice in what dress I wear." Kenzie laughed, "True. But it'll be fun just hanging out. What time should I be over?" "She said ten." Kenzie groaned, "God, that's early. Whatever, I'll be there." "Ok, see you then," I said. "Bye," Kenzie replied. "Bye." I got up off the bed and hung up the phone. My telephone conversations with Kenzie were always short. We never really talked much on the phone, preferring to wait until we saw each other to really talk. It was probably because I'm not really used to talking on the phone. I really only talk to Kenzie and my grandparents, since no one else I knew used phones. I was glad that Kenzie was coming with us shopping, though. She always made shopping trips interesting to say the least. I sighed and looked around at my room until my eyes came to rest on the clock. It was still early, too early to go to bed. The days spent at my grandparents' house were always incredibly boring. Cinda was sure to rope me into getting ready for the party, but that probably wouldn't start for a couple days. I'm somewhat curious as to what theme Cinda was planning for this party, but not enough to actually go ask her. After a few more minutes of thinking about the next day's activities, I dug a book out of my bag and sat down on my bed to read. I quickly became lost in the story and didn't even know how late it became until Richard and Cinda came in to say good night. By then it was nearly eleven and I decided to attempt to go to sleep. I never sleep well the night of the full moon. I think it's mainly due to curiosity about what goes on at my house, but I worry as well. My worrying doesn't even come close to Mum's, though. Mum and Dad have never really explained what happens these nights, so I don't entirely understand her worrying. Sure, I know the basics of what goes on, but nothing more than you would read in a book. Mum never fully answers my questions about it and even Dad seems keen on keeping me in the dark. What their reasons for not telling me anything about it are, I have no idea. So I lay awake every full moon, until I fall asleep out of sheer boredom. I was not exactly sure when I fell asleep that night, but it must have been sometime after three in the morning. I pried my eyes open at half past nine the next morning to the sound of Cinda yelling at me to get up. Despite my late sleeping, I was incredibly exhausted. This is so unlike me, I thought as I got up off the bed. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which would surely send Cinda into a tizzy as soon as she saw them. I ran a brush through my hair and put it up in my standard ponytail, and then ran down to the kitchen. My grandparents were both eating bowls of cereal and drinking coffee when I entered the room a few minutes later. Richard was still in his pajamas, which wasn't surprising since he wasn't joining us on our shopping excursion. Cinda was the complete opposite, dressed in an expensive green pants suit with her hair perfectly styled. "Oh Amy," Cinda shook her head as I poured myself a bowl of Cheerios, "Can't you wear something a bit more, sophisticated?" "Would you rather I wear robes, Cinda?" I grinned mischievously at her. "R-robes?" Cinda visibly paled. "No, I was thinking more along the lines of a skirt and blouse." I gave her a look, "You're lucky you're getting me into a dress for this party. I'm wearing this when we go shopping." I gestured to the outfit I had on. "Fine," Cinda muttered and took a sip of her coffee. I smiled to myself as I ate my brekky, looking out the window at the cloudy sky. Richard and Cinda's kitchen had a wonderful view of their backyard. The entire yard was surrounded by tall trees, but not a bush like at my house. These trees were planted there years ago by whoever built the house. They are to provide privacy, Cinda told me when I was four or five, not for you to climb. Contained inside the perimeter of trees are two tennis courts and an in ground swimming pool. The pool has a load of landscaping around it in order to make it look like a natural pond. I'm really not sure why it was done that way, since there is a real koi pond not ten meters from the pool. Swimming is not allowed in the koi pond, as I found out when I was seven. I did enjoy my brief swim with the koi, though. A loud bell jolted me out of my day dreaming and I jumped up and ran over to the intercom. I pushed the button and shouted into it, "Hello?" "Amy! It's Kenzie! Let me in!" Kenzie shouted back. I grinned and pushed another button, which opened the gates at the bottom of the driveway. "We'll be leaving now, Amy, since Kenzie is here," Cinda got up from her place and gave Richard a kiss on top of his bald head, "See you later, Richard." "Have fun, girls," he smiled at us. Kenzie opened the door to the Entrance Hall and walked in just as Cinda and I left the kitchen. "Kenzie!" I shrieked and ran over to her, giving her a big hug. "Amy!" she hugged me back. "Holy crap, you've gotten tall!" "Yeah, I grew about four inches since I last saw you," I laughed. "Geez, you're almost as tall as me," Kenzie replied. "You're not a shrimp anymore." Up until a few months ago, I had always been kind of short. Then I went through a growth spurt and am no longer the shortest person in my year at school. I hated being so short and Mum always told me to be patient and I would eventually catch up. She was short as a kid, too, and then she caught up to everyone else. Kenzie has always been tall. She was always at least a head taller than me when we were little, but now I'm just a couple inches shorter. He hair is extremely curly and is brown to match her eyes. Kenzie's features may be average, but her personality is anything but. "I was never a shrimp," I told her. "You were a giraffe." "Was not," Kenzie insisted, "And you were short." "Oh, fine, I was short. But you are tall." "C'mon, girls," Cinda interrupted, "You're both shorter than me, so it doesn't matter." Cinda threw open the doors and started walking haughtily down the steps. Kenzie and I giggled as we followed her to the garage. Cinda unlocked the doors of her black BMW and got into the driver's seat while Kenzie and I climbed in the back. Riding in cars is another thing I only do at Richard and Cinda's. My parents don't own any cars and they really don't need any. "I always feel rich when I ride in this," Kenzie commented as she sat down on the black leather seat. "To the mall, Driver!" I rolled my eyes at her and watched the scenery as we turned off the driveway and onto the road. "So what's new at your fancy school?" Kenzie asked eagerly. "Not much," I replied, "Passed everything and am glad to be home, although Mum is getting on my nerves already." "Your mum is just too strict, no offense." "None taken," I replied, "I agree, she is too strict. I wish she was more like your mum." "Yeah, my Mum is pretty cool. But I have four siblings to deal with, so that kind of off-sets it." "Are they driving you mad again?" "Of course, they always do. They keep going through my stuff all the time. Especially Morgan," Kenzie groaned. Morgan is her twelve-year-old sister she has to share a room with. "At least you only have one brother, and he's so quiet anyway." "Trust me, you don't want to have to deal with my brother," I sighed, wishing I could tell her the truth about my brother. "We should trade families for a week or something," Kenzie joked. "You'd be begging for your crazy siblings after living with my mum for a week," I told her. "Amy, pick up your stuff! Amy, be quiet you'll wake up your brother! Amy, don't climb over the wall!" I mocked. "Amy, don't make fun of your mother," Cinda warned. Kenzie was laughing hysterically, "My mum does that, too, especially the don't wake up your brother one. Anyway, did you get anything good for Chrissie?" "Oh, yeah, I got the telescope I wanted!" "That's great!" Kenzie grinned, "I got a bunch of art supplies and clothes." "That's good. I got clothes, too. Plus an iPod." "Finally!" Kenzie laughed, "I've been telling you to get one for ages. Do you have any music on it?" "Er, no," I replied. Life would be so much easier if I could just tell Kenzie that I was a witch. "Well, come over to my house after this and we'll put some on it," Kenzie announced. "Sure, if this doesn't take all day." A few minutes later, Cinda pulled the car over to the side of the road in front of an expensive looking boutique. The place had a pink awning with 'Lisa Mae Libere's Fashions' written in gold script atop it. I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car. I could tell already that I wouldn't find a single dress I would like at this place. "Hello, lacy pink dress," Kenzie muttered as we followed Cinda into the shop. The store was small, with bright lighting and soft classical music playing in the background. The walls and floor were both white, although the walls were mostly covered by dress displays and mirrors. A skinny, short saleslady approached us as soon as we walked in. "Mrs. Bailey!" she greeted us, "How nice to see you again!" "You, too, Kadre," Cinda smiled at her. "What brings you here today?" "I'm hosting a party this New Year's Eve and my granddaughter," Cinda gestured to me, "Is in need of a dress. I was hoping you still have that pale pink one with the beads embroidered onto it that was in the display the other day?" "Oh, yes, we still have that one! I'll get it and bring it into the fitting room." Kadre smiled and walked to a rack that was in the middle of the store. "Come along, girls," Cinda started walking towards the back of the store. Kenzie and I followed. "She seems...perky," Kenzie whispered to me. "I'll say," I replied. I knew that Cinda frequents this store a lot and have been here a few times, but I have never met Kadre before. Cinda, Kenzie, and I entered one of the large fitting rooms and waited for Kadre to return. When she came back, her arms were laden with not only the dress Cinda was talking about, but a few other colors, too. "Here's the pink one," Kadre held it up. The sight of it made me want to gag. It was the exact same color of my walls at Cinda's house. There were beads and sparkles all over it, with their intensity gradually increasing towards the bottom. The straps were thin with silver stitching. I groaned inwardly. "I also brought a few other colors," Kadre gestured to a pale blue, mint green, and bright red versions of it. "I like the red," I announced. "It's too bright," Cinda replied immediately. "I like it too," Kenzie agreed. "Try on the pink," Cinda held it up to me. I took it and pulled it on. Both Cinda and Kadre immediately pronounced it 'charming' and cooed over how beautiful I looked in it. Kenzie was sitting on a nearby chair and I could tell she was trying not to laugh. She was probably very happy that I was the one trying on dresses and not her. I tried on the blue, green, and red ones after the pink one. Cinda and Kadre agreed that the pink one looked best, but I wanted the red. I absolutely detested the style, but I love red. If I am going to have to wear a fancy dress to this party, I want it to be red. "I'll take the red one," I said adamantly after I changed back into my clothes. "The pink looks better," Cinda insisted, "You'll wear the pink one." "Cinda," I began, "I don't even want to wear a dress. If it were up to me, I'd wear what I'm wearing now to your party. That, or my school uniform," I smirked at her. "All right, fine!" Cinda relented, "You can get the red one. Now let's go look for shoes." Kenzie gave me a questioning look as we left the small room and headed over to the shoe section. "She gave in pretty easily." "She hates my school uniform and knows that I would probably show up in it if she bought me that pink dress," I explained. The thought of wearing robes to Cinda's party made me want to laugh out loud. All the explaining she'd have to do to her Muggle friends.... Cinda and Kadre spent nearly an hour mulling over the choices for shoes. Kenzie and I became so bored with it that we decided to stand in the display windows and pretend to be mannequins. Then we would startle passersby by suddenly moving. "Stop that, Amy!" Cinda scolded us once she noticed. "We've found shoes for you." "Great," I climbed off the display and sat down. Cinda pulled out a pair of strappy red sandals with a two inch heel. I tried them on, walked around a little bit, and told her I would wear them. By then I would have agreed to just about anything, considering how bored I was. Cinda paid for my outfit and we finally left the boutique. I was thrilled to be done with shopping, although I still had to endure the party. At least the dress was a decent color. I don't think I could have tolerated wearing that pink dress. Kenzie and I ran up to my room as soon as we got back to Richard and Cinda's house, grabbed my iPod, and went back to her house to put music on it. Kenzie's house was as chaotic as ever and we had to wait a good half hour for Morgan to get off the computer so we could use it. I didn't mind since I didn't really care if I got music on my iPod or not. Once we were on the computer, Kenzie did most of the work since I was clueless as to how to download music. I was just happy to be at Kenzie's house and not at my grandparents'. Kenzie's house felt so homey and comfortable to me. I couldn't really explain it, but I was more comfortable there than at Richard and Cinda's. My grandparents' house felt so empty, probably because it was so big for only a couple people. I wound up spending the night at Kenzie's house, forgetting for the first time in days the things my parents were obviously keeping from me.
salemboy Joined: 20 May 2008 Posts: 1233 Location: Salemboy Land, Where Monkeys and Wizards Coexist in Wondrous Harmony	Posted: Saturday 2 August 2008 11 57 02 pm    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 Damien left the table as he felt his hunger begin to overpower him. He needed to get away from the food. He walked out of the castle onto the grounds and watched as Suge attemted to climb the whomping willow. It was amusing to watch as the tree shook violently, trying to fling the small monkey to the ground. Damien heard somebody walk behind him. He pulled out his wand and turned, directing it at the person. Damien lowered his wand when he saw it was Ryu. "I thought the Order had told me to come here," Damien said in a low voice. "They did," Ryu replied. "And they wish for you to stay here. I just came here to give you something and tell you something." "And?" Damien asked. "I have this." Ryu pulled out a potions vest from a mokeskin bag he was wearing around his neck. "The order heard about what happened to yours, so they told me to give you this one. It's fully stocked, already, and they added in magical barriers between each vial holder so that if the vials break, the potions won't mix." "Thanks," Damien said as he put the vest over his t-shirt. It fit nicely. "Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?" "It's bad. There's been a breakout at Oni prison." Damien nearly dropped his wand when he heard this. "Who broke out?" "Yuta Tanuki, Ushione Buta, Ouki Kaba, Nagai Neko, and Chi Inu all broke out." "Is that all?" "Damien, you know they'll come after you, but the Order thinks that they won't. Damien, you can't stay here. You know they'll target you and whoever you're with." Damien remembered the group of five. For over a year, they'd terrorized Japan, until Damien was able to lead the Japanese ministry to them. The five had fought a great fight against the ministry, killing many, but eventually, Damien was able to take them down, and get them locked up. It had been when Damien was only eighteen, and it had been the reason why he decided he wanted to be an auror. "Listen, Ryu. I need to stay here. They won't be able to find me here. Ok? It is as Hagrid has told several, Hogwarts is the safest place for anything. Also, I feel the need to stay here and watch over these people. They just went through a great tragedy, and they need all the help they can get." Ryu then said in an enraged voice, "You staying here is going to cause another tragedy, and get them killed!" Then Ryu stormed away angrily. Damien suddenly felt a surge of doubt. What if Ryu was right? Why was he even here? He hardly even knew these people, and he felt like he needed to be here. He knew it wasn't because the order had assigned him to do it, but then what was it? He scratched Suge as the monkey climbed onto his shoulder. "I need to see Hagrid," He said to nobody in particular.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Thursday 24 July 2008 09 05 47 am    Post subject: Re: Member's Description. in topic:Member's Description. Distortia wrote: So I picture her sitting at a puter (der!) with long blonde hair, fair skin, dark eyes, and wearing tshirt and jeans. I know she's in the U.S. somewhere, so I picture the surrounds as sunny and fun, and her room with pictures all over the walls. She's pretty, and only wears lipgloss. She likes music on all the time too... Hehe! You got bits of it right. She's got short, chin-length, brown hair with a few streaks of blond. Her eyes are blue and she does wear t-shirts and jeans, although right now it's mostly shorts since it's summer. Her skin is white, but not really fair. It's a bit darker than mine or Godric's. We don't have a computer in our room, so Fawkes types in the office, which is insanely cluttered with a variety of junk. As for the sunny part? Well, some of the time it's sunny! But mostly it's cloudy and rainy since we live in one of the rainiest cloudiest cities in the US. And yes, she usually listens to music as she's on the computer. Hmm, who will I describe... Well, I always kind of pictured Paul with a beard, although I'm really not sure why. I imagine Q as being average height, with curly dark hair. Not quite black, but a really dark brown. Her eyes are also a dark brown. She's got clear skin that's not really pale white, but a darker white (if that makes any sense). Somebody describe me!
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Thursday 24 July 2008 01 07 31 am    Post subject: Re: Member's Description. in topic:Member's Description. I'm going to describe Fawkes... as I pictured her a lot when writing Next Generation. I was always wondering when she would write next cause her and Geneve were supposed to confront. So I picture her sitting at a puter (der!) with long blonde hair, fair skin, dark eyes, and wearing tshirt and jeans. I know she's in the U.S. somewhere, so I picture the surrounds as sunny and fun, and her room with pictures all over the walls. She's pretty, and only wears lipgloss. She likes music on all the time too... more of a profile than description! lol.. so that's Fawkes to me!
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Tuesday 8 July 2008 12 13 28 pm    Post subject: Re: The Unnamed Fic About Amy in topic:In Moonlight's Shadow Thanks, Riley! I'm glad you like it. Chapter 2: The Perfect Tree I ran to the back door and pulled on my shoes. Matt was right behind me and the two of us ran out onto the deck. I absolutely love our backyard, it's my favorite part about our monstrosity of a house. There's a circular pool along with a hot tub on one side and the rest is covered in all types of plants. There's a stone wall around the entire property, which makes it very private. I like how the nearest neighbor is a mile away, so at night it's pitch black. Every once and a while I'll sneak out of the house after everyone has gone to bed and sleep outside, watching the stars. Mum would positively flip out if she ever found out that I did that. Anything that remotely resembles camping scares the living daylights out of her now. The best part of the backyard is the forest that surrounds the back and one side of the yard. I love exploring that forest (another thing I do that Mum would freak out about). I wish the wall wasn't blocking it, but I can climb it in about thirty seconds. It's only a six foot wall. I lept across the yard, jumping over various bushes and flower beds until I reached the wall. Matt was about halfway towards the wall and he was trying to copy my jumping. He tripped over a bush and landed on top of it. I winced and hoped Mum didn't see it. Matt stood up and ran the rest of the way to the wall, dodging the remaining bushes instead of trying to jump over them. "You all right?" I asked him, grabbing his arms and examining them. Only a few minor scratches. "Yeah," Matt panted. "I'm fine." "Good," I grinned at him. He was a lot tougher than Mum made him out to be. I turned back to the deck and saw Dad and Richard coming down the steps. "Hurry up you two!" I shouted at them. "We're coming!" Richard shouted back, "We're not all spring chickens!" Matt and I laughed at his Muggle expression and waited for the two men to make their way over to the wall. They were sure taking their time. I sighed, "Let's just start without them," I suggested. Matt nodded and I turned around and faced the wall. It was made of random pieces of rock that jutted out in many places, which made it much easier to climb. I grabbed hold of one of the larger pieces and started climbing. I've been climbing this wall since I was five and it's only gotten easier as I've gotten taller. The wall is only about three quarters of a foot taller than me now. I hoisted myself up onto the ledge and noticed that Dad and Richard were still walking towards the forest. The ledge of the wall is about three feet wide, which makes it extremely easy to get into the forest. All I have to do is jump. Matt, however, is just barely four feet tall and can't climb the wall very well. I think this is mostly due to him not doing it very often. Mum would never let him. Instead of having him try and climb it and probably fall off, earning me a stern lecture from Mum, I lay down on the ledge and held my hand down over the side. "Grab my hand," I told him. He did and I managed to pull him up. It's a good thing he's light. "Amy Marie, what do you think you're doing?!" Dad shouted as I pulled Matt up onto the ledge. "Getting into the forest," I replied simply. "Just use the gate!" Dad shook his head. Oh, right, the gate. There is a gate that leads into the forest, but that wouldn't have been nearly as fun. I turned to Matt. "Wait here while I jump." I walked to the other edge and jumped into the forest. "Now you jump. I'll catch you." Matt jumped off the ledge and into my arms. At the same time, Dad started shouting even louder. "Amy Marie Eckerton! I said to use the gate! How many times has your mother told you not to jump off that ledge? And don't even get me started on letting your brother do it as well!" I had been expecting this. Dad isn't nearly as strict as Mum, but this sort of thing does set him off, too. His threshold for danger is higher than Mum's, but climbing stone walls and jumping off the other side is one of the things he gets upset about. Especially when it involves Matt. "Amy..." Dad sighed and shook his head as he and Richard walked through the gate. "What am I going to do with you?" "Let me find the perfect tree," I grinned. "You'd better hope your mother didn't see that." "Julie needs to calm down a bit," Richard commented, "She's much too strict with these two." "She has her reasons," Dad reminded him. "Maybe. But when I was Matt's age, I was riding my bike through town all by myself and climbing over plenty of fences. My mum didn't even know where I was half the time." I smirked as I listened to their conversation. Richard loved reminiscing about 'the old days'. We started walking through the forest, keeping our eyes out for the perfect tree. "You lived in a different world, Richard," Dad pointed out. "I know, but how different can childhood really be if you're a wizard?" Richard shook his head. "You know I'm not just talking about the magic," Dad said quietly. "I know," Richard replied, "All I'm saying is that he's still a kid and needs to have fun. Julie ought to loosen up a bit." I agreed with Richard. Mum does need to loosen up. Of course, try telling her that. Dad and Richard didn't say anything else on that topic. Instead they started looking at trees, which was fine by me. After all, that's what we came here for. The forest was full of all kinds of pine trees. There were also shrubs and bushes and flowers and other plant life. Plus there were the animals. None of them were particularly dangerous, although I have seen the occasional wolf. Mostly there are just deer, squirrels, rabbits, and other sorts of harmless creatures. Most of the trees in the forest are too big for even our living room. We must have been walking around for close to an hour before we started to see some appropriate sized trees. "How about this one?" Richard pointed to a tree that was about eleven feet. "Too crooked," I pointed to the top of the tree, where the top most branches were leaning over. "This one?" Dad pointed to another one. I walked over and inspected the needles. "The needles are too brown." I couldn't believe that Dad and Richard would want to settle for the first trees we found. They kept suggesting every tree that was around twelve feet, even though they looked awful. I rejected each one and continued to walk deeper into the forest, searching for the perfect tree. I looked at each one carefully, examining the branches, the needles, and the trunk. Most of them were disappointing. I had thought we would have been able to find a better tree in the forest than at the tree farm, but maybe not. Then I spotted a cluster of trees a couple meters away and ran towards them. They looked much better than the ones we had seen earlier. I turned around only to see that Dad, Richard, and Matt were no longer behind me. I sighed loudly and started to tap my foot waiting for them. I wasn't worried about being alone in the forest. It didn't scare me at all. I was just anxious for them to look at the trees. Eventually I gave up waiting and started to look at them by myself. After a few minutes I found what looked to be the perfect tree. The trunk was absolutely straight, the needles moist and bright green, and the branches fell into the perfect triangle shape. I stood next to it, imagining what it would look like in our living room, and my family finally caught up with me. "Listen, Amy, we've either got to get one now or just go to the tree farm," Dad sighed. He was carrying Matt, who was yawning. "We've been out here all afternoon and he's pretty tired." I checked my watch and was surprised to find that it was almost five o'clock. We had been out for a long time. "I want this one," I gestured to my newly found tree. "Good," Dad smiled in relief. "It looks great to me." "Me, too," Richard walked around the tree, "I must say this one is much better than the other ones we've been suggesting." "Amy is always the one to find the perfect tree," Dad grinned as he set Matt down on the ground and pulled out his wand. "You two go on the other side and catch it." I ran to the opposite side of the tree with Richard and the two of us held out our hands to catch the tree. Dad muttered a spell and the tree came crashing down in between Richard and I. It looked a whole lot bigger now that it was chopped down. "Er," I looked at the tree and then at Dad, "How are we going to get it home?" "Hmm," Dad stared at the tree, "Well, Apparition would be best, but I can't Apparate all three of you plus the tree." "It's easier when Mum comes," I commented. "You know," Richard began, "There are ways of getting trees home without magic. Us Muggles do it all the time." Dad and I looked at each other and we both shrugged. Usually when we bought a tree at the tree farm, Dad would pay for it and then he'd drag it off to some remote part of the farm and we'd all Apparate. But Mum was usually with us, so she'd Apparate with one of us and Dad would take the other and the tree. "Want to elaborate on that?" Dad asked. Richard laughed, "When Julie and I would get the tree when she was little, we would bring a rope and tie it to the tree and we'd drag it home." "A rope?" Dad thought for a moment, "That's actually a really good idea." He flicked his wand and conjured a rope. Richard laughed even harder, "Of course, we would bring our rope from home." "None of us thought of it earlier," Dad replied, "And sometimes magic just works best." He took the rope and tied it to the stump of the tree, right behind the lowest branches. "Here, Amy, you and Richard will have to drag it home," he handed me the end of the rope. "You know this is going to get the tree all dirty on one side," I commented as I grabbed hold of the rope. "Why don't you just levitate it?" "I have to carry your brother home," Dad explained. "Oh," I muttered. "We'll have to try and get home quickly," Dad announced as he gazed at the sky, "It's almost dark." I nodded and started pulling the tree. It was a lot harder than it looked. Dad conjured another rope, attached it near mine, and handed the end to Richard. Dad swung Matt up into his arms and the four of us set off through the woods. "What color do you want me to do the lights this year?" Dad asked. We always had a specific color scheme for the tree. "Hmm," I thought, "How about red and gold?" I've always liked those colors, but we have never done a tree in them before. "And Mum can use the gold tinsel." "Good idea," Dad smiled, "Those are good colors." We continued talking about how to decorate the tree as we walked through the forest. The sun was almost set all the way and the forest was dark. Dad lit his wand and held it out in front of us. My arms were starting to ache due to pulling the tree, but I didn't care. It was the perfect tree for our house and it would be well worth the soreness that would result from taking it home. Eventually, we reached the edge of the forest and I dropped the rope and leaned against the wall. "Wow," I panted, "That thing is heavy." "Just a bit further," Richard pulled the tree over to the gate. "And you're going through the gate this time," Dad said sternly. "I know, I know." Dad opened the gate with his wand and Richard and I pulled the tree through. Dad followed with Matt and we started the trek up to the house. There was no way I could run this time. I looked to the sky and saw the stars coming out. They are so beautiful. The nearly full moon was rising as well. I instinctively turned around and looked at Dad and Matt. My brother had his head buried in Dad's shoulder and I could see him shaking. He really wasn't supposed to be outside at night the couple of days before the moon was full. The pull of the moon caused him to ache all over and get terrible headaches. He probably had one now, which meant Mum would yell at all three of us when we got back in. I could deal with it, though. Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying this tree. Mum and Cinda were at the door when we finally pulled the tree up onto the deck. Mum threw the door open and I could see the relief on her face. "There you are!" she shouted, "I thought you'd be back before dark!" "We tried," I said, "But we had to go deeper into the forest to find a tree than I thought we would." Mum looked at me sternly but didn't say anything. She ushered us all inside and into the living room. There was a plate of freshly baked cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a pitcher of eggnog. Mum had pulled a couple chairs and a book case out of one of the corners and covered the floor with towels. "Walter..." Mum sighed as she took Matt from Dad's arms, "You know he can't be out after dark." "Honey, he's fine," Dad assured her, "A few minutes isn't going to matter that much. We weren't expecting to be out that long." "I know you weren't," Mum snapped, "Amy had to find the perfect tree." "Well, we found the tree before dark. We just couldn't Apparate home because you decided not to come! Dad can't Apparate three people and a tree! If you'd been there, we would've Apparated home before dark," I interrupted. "Amy, don't," Mum replied as she set Matt down on the couch. "Julie, he's fine. No harm done. Don't ruin the evening. It's Christmas Eve, let's just forget it and decorate the tree," Dad wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry," Mum muttered, pulling away from Dad. She left the room and returned a few moments later with a potion. "Matt honey," she gently shook him awake. "Mum?" Matt yawned, "My head hurts." "I know, here drink this," Mum handed him the potion and he drank it. "There." "We found the best tree, though," he grinned, "Amy found it. She's the best at finding trees." Mum turned and smiled at me and then gave my brother a big hug. "Yes, it really is a beautiful tree. Now let's decorate it." The evening became much more cheerful after that. I had been expecting Mum to yell a bit more, but was very happy she didn't. Instead, she just sat with Matt on the couch while Dad levitated the tree into the house and set it up. He cleaned it up and then charmed the red and gold lights onto it. Mum summoned the tinsel and ornament boxes and laced the tree with gold tinsel. After that the fun really began. Matt's potion kicked in and the two of us rifled through all the ornaments, planning the best way to organize them on the tree. Usually we can't fit all our ornaments on the tree because we have so many. This year, however, the tree was so tall that all of them fit on. Matt and I decided to make the tree look like the earth and sky by putting all the animal and people ornaments towards the bottom and the stars, planets, and moons at the top. We stuck the ones that didn't fit into either category wherever they fit. Once all the ornaments were on, Dad put the star on the top with his wand and it was complete. "This looks absolutely beautiful," Mum smiled and gave me a hug, "Amy, the tree really is perfect. Thank you for finding it." "No problem," I grinned back. "Time for bed, I think," Mum announced, "It's really late." We all left the living room at the same time, admiring the tree as we went. Mum picked Matt, who had fallen asleep, up and took him up to his room. I said good night to all of them and headed to my own room. I put my pajamas on and climbed into bed, but couldn't fall asleep. I was too excited about Christmas. It was my favorite holiday and always had been. Christmases when I was little were much different than they are now. We used to go to a couple parties every Christmas, both magical and Muggle. We never had Christmas dinner at our house. Unless of course we were holding our own Christmas party. The last party we ever hosted was on Christmas two years ago, only a few days before Matt was bitten. I was twelve and was positively sick of getting dressed up and behaving myself at fancy functions. I remember having a fight with Mum over what I should wear at the party. I wanted to wear jeans and a t-shirt, but Mum wasn't having it. I grudgingly wore the pale blue dress she had bought me and greeted guests like a polite child. We haven't hosted another party since, although we have been to a couple. Not in a long time, though. I think the last one we went to was right after third term had ended my second year. It was a magical one and dreadfully boring. It was also right before a full moon and Matt fell asleep during it. A couple of people asked about him, but Mum assured them nothing was wrong. Of course, that was when my parents decided to just stop going to the fancy occasions at all. Christmas Eve, on the other hand, was always like it was now. We never went to any sort of party on Christmas Eve. It was always a time for family and was spent getting the tree and decorating it. My grandparents always came and usually accompanied us to get the tree. That's what I really enjoyed about the holiday. I sighed and turned over to face the window. It was a wonderful cloudless night and it would be perfect for stargazing. I always had trouble sleeping on Christmas Eve, probably due to excitement. I decided to do what I always did when I couldn't sleep. Go out onto my balcony and watch the stars. That was another great thing about my room, the balcony. Matt doesn't have one in his room. Luckily the latch to mine was relatively quiet and my parents never found out that I did this. I grabbed a pillow and crept out onto the balcony. The night sky was even better from the balcony than from my room. The stars twinkled down on me and the moon's rays showered me with light. That was one problem with an almost full moon, the light. A new moon was perfect for star gazing, since there would be no light to obstruct the stars. I lay down and stared up at the sky while listening to the sounds of the night. Bugs chirping in the grass, owls hooting, water trickling in the yard, the occasional car driving along the nearby road. It was all very soothing to me and I eventually drifted off to sleep.
Scellanis Joined: 11 September 2002 Posts: 6232 Location: Pretending to be a sea slug with 'go faster' stripes...	Posted: Sunday 27 April 2008 07 38 20 am    Post subject: Re: Chapter 3, Book 1 the letters from no one in topic:Chapter 3: The letters from no one Well to be honest I can see the school's point of view on peircings. Well it looks bad cos they are generally associated with the rougher unruley sorts of people anyway but the other thing is its for your own safety. You get asked to take your jewelry off in P.E. but if you take out peircings specially for P.E. it'll be unhygenic to leave them in the valuables box with everyone else's jewelry but if you wear it for P.E. accidents can hamper for example catching your ring in the basketball hoop and ripping your finger off, catching your earring on a tshirt and ripping your ear. Someone just posted on DA of how their mother had to have her ring cut out of her finger after a door blew shut on her hand, well I imagine getting hit by a hockey stuck would have a similar effect. If you are wearing a necklace the worst that could happen is that you strangle yourself, I can see why the school wouldn't want you to be wearing jewelry for school cos if you just take it off for sports they still have to worry about keeping it safe while you aren't wearing it. I always think, if they can't afford uniform at the sort of school Harry was going to surely they can't afford normal clothes either so uniform or not makes no difference.