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DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	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!
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	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: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	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: 6457 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.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Friday 25 April 2008 06 20 27 pm    Post subject: Re: Chapter 3, Book 1 the letters from no one in topic:Chapter 3: The letters from no one I like the idea of restrictions regarding revealing, but if ppl are going to look, they're going to look, u know? A girl in a jumper/sweater is still a girl. I don't think there were any restrictions at our school. One girl wore spikey dog collars and chains around her neck and so on... and she was never told not to. (funny, she actually reminded me of a princess with her long wavy hair before she shaved her head and started dressing like that.) but mostly, ppl just wore jeans and tshirt. I think about how much it costs parents to clothe their children for school when there isn't a uniform. Here in Aus, it's a polo shirt, dress shirt, skirt, pants or tracky pants and u can alternate them. THat's for public school. Everyone looks the same. lol so ya, if someone goes missing, u'd be all like.. "they were wearing... whatever everyone else was! oh, but they look like... every other girl who has long brown hair... oh wait their bag! oh... is the same as everyone else... (although some schools allow u to bring your own bag and THAT can be your personality outlet.) No piercings are allowed at schools except for one earing in each ear. (so many kids have nose, tongue, eyebrow and lip rings to name a few) Let's see, certain colour in your hair are not allowed either. I suppose, in a way, it's preparation for the real world, where if u want to get a job, u have to conform. Or u can be like the chick on NCIS who works in the basement so she can dress all 'gothic' and listen to her mournful tunes! I forgot about letters from school. Usually, those were opened straight away by my mom and dad! and then put on the table for me to see. Especially if it was good news. I was a bit of a goody two shoes in school........
GodrictheGriffon Joined: 27 December 2006 Posts: 3955 Location: Beside the veil, waiting for Sirius.... And Midnight! I wonder how long your location can be?....	Posted: Monday 26 February 2007 01 31 33 pm in topic:**ROLL CALL...EVERYONE PLEASE POST** Scarlet! Don't where a corset! You'll die! But congratulations on your sisters wedding! I wear mostly dark colors two. Comfiest outfit:White athletic ankle socks, Black t-shirt or one from my school plays, even the purple one, Dark, floppy, blue jeans that are too big in the waist(I'm wearing them today but I didn't havee time to put a belt on this morning!:oops::razz:!), Dark sweat-shirt, and Bright, multi-colored, green, teal, dark green, light blue, silver trainers or Floppy, dark-blue, trainers with white streaks on the sides! How about a dark, black, book?!
Scarlet Lioness Joined: 14 May 2005 Posts: 3840 Location: Music Studio in the depths of the Castle.	Posted: Saturday 24 February 2007 11 53 52 pm in topic:**ROLL CALL...EVERYONE PLEASE POST** Haha. Pj bottoms, Red singlet top- that's me! Before I was in black skinny-leg jeans (not girl ones! haha), my chemical romance band t-shirt with a black singlet underneath. (Not at all girly!)
GodrictheGriffon Joined: 27 December 2006 Posts: 3955 Location: Beside the veil, waiting for Sirius.... And Midnight! I wonder how long your location can be?....	Posted: Saturday 24 February 2007 05 31 46 pm in topic:**ROLL CALL...EVERYONE PLEASE POST** I'm wearing a track-suit-top, black pants, and, a canada t-shirt!With a Polar Bear! Oh, and white, athletic, ankle, socks! Girly enough for you?!