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[25 Nov 2003|08:44pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

Jento was happy for the Gryffindors winning the Quid game. It was much better than the others winning it. Jento walked into the Great Hall with his satchel over his shoulder looking for someone to sit with. He hoped someone would be there he knew.

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[06 Oct 2003|02:08pm]

Black eye, split lip, grazed knuckles; Caio Etaka Ballesteros ruefully eyed his reflection in the window. It wasn't pretty. Really, he should go to Madam Pomfrey; she'd be able to fix him up in a second and... The Slytherin curled in on himself, head resting back on the cold stone in his little alcove. The blood didn't matter. And he'd skinned his knuckles punching in Flint's ugly face, anyway.

Nothing was as bitter as the Slytherin locker room after the match. The mutterings were dark enough to swallow the light whole; Caio, who hadn't been allowed to play in the match, had been all too obviously grimly smug. Tensions had risen; the bickering started - Montague on Draco, Flint on poor Warrington, until somebody brought up bloody Siobhan again and it turned into a well-needed punch-up. He'd been busily loosening Flint's front teeth when Adrian Pucey pounded him in the kidneys.

More than a little unfair, then, when the bedraggled bloodspattered lot had hauled themselves back to Slytherin, and Grainne could look at them in disgust and say "You are all pathetic" with no recriminations. There would be no cheer in Slytherin for ages; it would all be sullen silence. Well, he was used to sullen silence. They'd just be after Gryffindors now; the twins (well, they could have them), Oliver Wood (as if anybody would get him on Julia's watch), Tanzy.

His feelings about Tanzy were increasingly impassioned and bittersweet. Caio's ego had taken an unexpected nosedive in the past few weeks; it was lolling somewhere around the hem of his robes, currently. He no longer walked around like a content jungle cat; he shuffled, looking more than a little haunted, expression moody.

"Let this year be over," he grunted. "Let the exams be over. Let Sirius Black stab Potter in the night. Please. Anything."
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Sneaky Time [05 Oct 2003|09:07pm]

There was something in slipping out of the Hufflepuff common room, down to the library without acquiring a tagalong wishing to study, and into the farthest back row of old and musty books that spoke to the hopeless romantic in Siobhan Callahan's soul. It certainly didn't hurt either that she was meeting Christian de Monet in the isolated little corner. They hardly had any time together since they had... Well, she supposed the phrase would be "decided to step out together" but it couldn't very well be called that if they never showed anything beyond warm friendship in public. They stood up for each other and walked close and talked often but...

It had been her suggestion to not take it quite public. She knew how house politics worked and, as much as she refused to admit it, she worried over what Queen Grainne could and would do to her Christian. As it was, Caio was having a dreadful enough time; she did what she could and she knew Tanzy spent as much time as possible with him but things still got around. The Gryffindor win over Slytherin wasn't helping the tension any, either.

With a sigh, Siobhan undid her robe and tie and perched herself on a step-stool at the end of the row. Any minute now. She couldn't quite bite back a smile, though. Soon. Very soon. Big brown eyes down, she fiddled with the hem of her skirt and tried not to think about how he made her giggle and blush.
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** Final Quidditch Match of the Season! ** [03 Oct 2003|09:41pm]

[ mood | jubilant ]

The drama!

The action!

The gasps of suspence!

And finally...


Finally, after 3 years of having to cope with school issues, disappointing matches, and Malfoy's pratiness, Gryffindor has won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup! Screaming, rejoicing, the Quidditch field is full of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, joyfully over the defeat of Slytherin. Harry Potter is surrounded by appreciative students, as are the rest of the Gryffindor team.

What more needs saying? Post away!

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[07 Sep 2003|05:34am]

[ mood | morose ]

Kumiko sat in the common room not able to sleep and decided to study more for her O.W.L.s. She figured she would do ok if she studied enough for them, but worried anyway. She set her head down and thought back to the Valentine's day ball and how much fun it was until the dementors showed up. Kumiko closed her eyes trying not to remember the event, and let her thoughts wander to Tybalt so she wouldn't cry. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she laid her head there and thought about better things.

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DADA [06 Sep 2003|11:43am]

[ mood | determined ]

It had been a rough couple days first with Tansy, then Del, and finally Alyx this morning. Richard was ready to let off some steam. He went into the locker room and changed into his fencing clothes, grabbed his wand and rapier and then returned to the Dueling Room. Most Hogwart's students avoided this room is was too much like work for them. Hartley loved it. He stepped on to the runner and his opponent came to life. Hartley doffed his mask and then presented the rapier in one hand and the wand in the other. His opponent did the same. A buzzer sounded. Lay on.

After about 10 minutes Hartley was relaxed and in his element. Fluid motions that hid the true purpose of his attack followed by sharp and sudden changes to block an in coming attack. This is what he wanted to do with his life. His mother would not approve, he did not care. He would not suffer from his mother anymore. He found a purpose, Guard the weak and seek justice in the world.

With that he extended his hand forward and whispered something, a blast came out and nailed his opponent, it lifted him and threw him off the runway. Hartley smiled.

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A morning search-and-recovery mission [04 Sep 2003|08:39pm]

Alyx tore down the stairs and out of Ravenclaw Tower, keeping her right hand on the banister and chewing on the thumbnail of the left. She'd woken up that morning completely aware that she needed to speak with Richard post haste. "Bother bother bother..." She wasn't particularly looking forward to it. Some inner instinct was warning her that Richard was going to blow a gasket when he found out she'd gotten attached to someone without consulting him first. "Bloody paternalistic overprotective instincts..."

She reached a platform and spun in a little circle, scanning for Richard. She knew his morning schedule pretty well, and by now he'd have finished his run and be headed down towards breakfast. A faint whine escaped her as she looked around. "Don't wanna but I hafta but it isn't gonna be good..." she muttered to herself as she twirled around again, searching.
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Retribution [02 Sep 2003|05:14pm]

[ mood | frightened ]

Jento was walking from his DADA class back to the Hufflepuff Common Room remembering a few days ago nailing Malfoy and gooing the Slytherin Hallway. He giggled to himself as he made his way down the empty corridor. The look on their faces when they tried to get out must have been priceless. He continued down the hall and turned the corner for home. At the far end of the lonely corridor was Two Slytherin students walking towards him. From their size, they had to be at least sixth more likely seventh year. He knew he needed to pass them to get home. He kept walking towards them; little did he realize that was a mistake.

As he passed an intersection, they closed he could hear them talking about wanting to get who ever junked up their area. One of them spotted Jento and pointed. Jento knew it was not going to be pretty. He recognized one of them as Goyle, Malfoy’s henchman. Jento stopped in the middle of the corridor; he could see that they were both smiling. If one was Goyle, then the other was Crabbe and that meant they knew it was Jento that nailed Malfoy. This was going to be retribution. Jento panicked, for a just moment he hesitated, then turned and ran. He passed the intersection, trying to make it to the Great Hall there were always people studying. Unfortunately, for Jento, they were they were fast surprisingly fast considering their tremendous size; and he did not make it.

Jento wondered if the words he screamed left his mouth.

Crabbe and Goyle taunted him while they pushed, “You should know better than to attack your betters.”

“Ever to this again, your dead,” he felt their paws push him back and forth.

He was pushed around and his stuff taken and scattered.

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OWL Time Blues [02 Sep 2003|12:32am]

[ mood | Quick and Dirty ]

"Brandon, you're loosing it," muttered a mossy haired Ravenclaw to himself as he stared blankly at a scroll he had been doodling on for the past half hour. He was, by his own doing, alone at the end of the house table with the standard five books in hand and mind set to studying. Only it wouldn't happen. Kelby's eyed strayed back to his Herbology text hesitantly. The words on the page were blurry and slurred, and he was sure it wasn't the book. Was he going daft?

He slammed the book closed in frustration and took a nice deep breath. He'd heard about this strange phenomenon that happened before exams, but never had believed it could happen to him. Could he really be loosing his mind in preparation for OWLs? No. Of course not.

Eyes narrowing, Kelby quickly scanned the barren Common Room for any form of distraction. This really was just silly and he needed something else to put his mind on for a while. No concept could put Kelby Brandon down, no siree.

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In Search Of . . . Ballesteros?! [01 Sep 2003|09:51pm]

[ mood | angry ]

George helped Tanzy outside of the Gryffindor portrait hole, scowling fit enough to make Snape proud. He was annoyed. The three second-years that were coming towards the Gryffindor Tower veered to the side when they caught sight of his face. It was definitely rage enough to fuel him for the Quidditch final, but that was still some days away.

"That arrogant little..." George muttered under his breath. "Why in Merlin's name were you defending him? After what he did to you?" He looked down at Tanzy, thankfully no longer holding her elbow but walking beside her, confident she would follow, out of curosity if nothing else.

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[01 Sep 2003|12:12am]

[ mood | upset ]

Brows furrowed and wand clenched in ungloved hand, white for cold, Del stormed out of the tower and onto the grounds, down by the lake, her cloak and hair flying behind her like angry banners. She stood by the water, carefully crafted boots evading mud, and shuddered unhappily, like a fly-stung horse. She was going to kill Sigmund. That was the end of it. His back would be turned and she was going to hex him into a thousand rotted chunks of Slytherin flesh. She was going to put him in the hospital ward so long he'd be bearded as Dumbledore if he ever grew back legs to escape.

Then a cryptic message in angry scrawl from Richard...

She bit her lip and stamped her foot, knowing it was childish. She exhaled sharply through her nose, running a hand through her hair carelessly. Her return message had asked to meet by the lake, puzzled, dark.

Dammit, she thought vaguely. Little baby Jesus, what have I done this time? Please don't let him be furious with me over that Bradford girl, if that's what this is... Nom de dieu, little baby Jesus! What has happened? What shall I do? Please don't let him be angry with me, whatever it is, I can survive anything but that now, little baby Jesus...

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[29 Aug 2003|01:49pm]

Bloody hell. It stayed cold in Scotland for ages. The closest that Cooper Gardner could get to 'disgruntled' was 'mildly put out', but he was resigned to the fact that going outside meant that everything was colder than a witches' t - toe.

His toes wriggled in their socks, which were thankfully at a set temperature. He'd have to remember who gave him the charmed pair. They were the only ones that he could actually remember to keep as a set. Probably Cedric; Ced was like his bloody mum at times.

The day was warmer than a lot of others had been, anyway. There was thin, weak sunshine shining over the grounds as he stood at the foot of the lake. The groundskeeper had broken a large hole in the ice; Cooper was kindly feeding Giant Squid-food in it, because all things considered he really liked the Giant Squid. It usually got him bonus marks in Care Of Magical Creatures, anyway, and damn but if he needed the marks. He watched as a sluggish tentacle reached up to grab Squid Chunks.

"Doin' okay, there?" the groundskeeper asked kindly, crunching past Cooper in boots that might have been used in the Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe tale. "He's still comin' outta hibernatin' an' all tha'."

"Doing good, Prof," Cooper said heartily; the groundskeeper's face looked marked and tired, all still over that awful Hippogriff incident, which made the small number of students who actually liked Care Of Magical Creatures want to rip Draco Malfoy's head off. Hagrid beamed and stumped away.

Not that Draco Malfoy was the only one getting his head ripped off. Cooper frowned vaguely, grey-lavender eyes darkening. Who was Richard Hartley when he was at home, and what was with the apparent rumour that he wanted to beat Cooper up? Tobes had related the story with great relish, then told Cooper that he'd beat him up instead no questions asked if he wanted help. Tobes had then recieved a noogie.

Still, the pale-haired blonde had better things to worry about - like exams. If he'd ever had a tendency to worry. It'd all work out, even if he wasn't a nigh-on genius like Cedric or Leo or - Alyx. He grinned to himself, blew on his stiff fingers, and threw in another chunk.
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Common Room [27 Aug 2003|09:36pm]

[ mood | anxious ]

Richard was sitting in front of the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. People were sitting around the Common Room studying for their OWLS. Many if the sixth and seventh years were helping the fifth years study and well keeping their nerves down. As people passed and catch his attention they gave him looks of disgust; but so far no one had been brave enought to say anything. Then again the Weasleys or the Quid team had not come back from practice yet. Richard continued to read the book on the Auror's Offensive again the Giants just after the He-whose-name-cannot-be-said-by-nice-children. He really hoped that Tanzy would come through so he could talk with her, he knew what he should say.

It needed to happen soon

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[26 Aug 2003|06:45pm]

[ mood | distressed ]

Delilah tossed her bag into an armchair in the Ravenclaw dormitory, rubbing her eyes and temples, tired, her head buzzing. She fumbled about in her leather satchel, pulling out a small tin disk about the size of her palm, set with twelve small circular indentations in a ring, and one in the center. Following this she pulled out a suede bag of marbles, all different colors and swirling faintly inside of the glass. Carefully choosing thirteen, she set them in the disk, which held them, surprisingly. She settled the necklace over her head, music playing inside of her mind from the song spheres as she had heard Muggle CD players did. Her grandmother's melodious voice soothed through her worry to the gentle arias from the old woman's triumphant days as the lead roll in the wizarding opéra, "Sorcières de la Mer."

She pulled out a narrow raven feather quill and opened a roll of parchment on her Potions homework, aiming to relax a little by doing what she had loved best.

What had Sundari said that she'd seen in the Great Hall? Richard, horrendously distraught, near tears, leaving a crying Tanzy in the middle of the Gryffindor table. She smoothed her brows with her cool fingers, trying to concentrate on the herbs in front of her, seeing everything with perfect clairt and knowing the answer, but unable to remain focused on putting it on paper.

Fretting, dreading, she'd tried to find Richard--no luck. Now, in the evening, with no success, and she'd retired, sighing.

"Merde," she muttered. She needed to talk to someone, anyone, about anything at all--no, she corrected, scowling, she needed to talk to a female, about males. Not a gossipmonger and their curiosity over the ordeal that morning, but simple discussion. She glowered into her textbook, banging her head into the crease with an air of sighing punishment. "Saloperie," she grumbled to no-one.

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[26 Aug 2003|04:59pm]

[ mood | determined ]

Lindsay clipped the newspaper photo carefully in half, letting the image of a young, messy-haired boy fall onto the bed. Gilderoy Lockheart beamed up at her, now the center of the picture.

She pasted him in a thick volume and he winked cheekily at the mirror images of himself on the opposite page. Smiling, she closed the book.

It had been months and months since Lindsay made her revelation and a day hadn't gone by without some new discovery about the wonders of her idol. She'd practically moved into the library, ignoring invitations to participate in chess games or truth or dare or any of the other trifles the girls in her year were wasting their time on.

She'd progressed from research to interviews, buttonholing unsuspecting students and asking them for their impressions of their former professor. Most of them had been overwhelmed by grief at the loss of their mentor walked away, unable to answer. A mean spirited Slytherin had laughed in her face and walked away. Just when she was considering giving up on the students and trying the teachers, though, she found her lucky break. A fourth year Gryffindor had mentioned in rather ungrateful tones that half the school owned the complete works of Gilderoy Lockheart, since he's assigned it as required reading.

Now she had a mission. She had to find someone in desperate enough straits to be willing to sell such sacred texts.

It had seemed impossible, and she's never want to offend anyone by implying they were that destitute if they weren't. Then, on her way to Potions she heard a blond third year boy commenting on how the Weasleys were so poor their garden gnomes were better dressed then they were.

Lindsay placed the album in her trunk next to all the others and went to find herself a redhead.

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[22 Aug 2003|03:49pm]

[ mood | drained ]

Caio Ballesteros stalked down the halls of Hogwarts alone to his History of Magic class, which was quite an odd thing; usually, Caio was accompanied by any number of people - at least younger girls, who would offer smartly to escort him whether or not he needed escorting. His black expression that day, though, warned off anybody - even had they wanted to come.

God, he was angry. He'd been sick with it and humiliation and impotent rage ever since the fated Valentine's Day ball; it had been a week and still nothing was calming. In fact, the snide comments on the Slytherin quarter had started up like mad ever since the shock of the Dementors was over. Many boys and ex-jilted girls, helplessly pleased that somebody had finally pulled the rug out from the feet of the boy who had so often stolen girlfriends, wasted no opportunity in mercilessly ragging him about it. Caio Ballesteros, jilted by a Hufflepuff for Ice Boy de Monet. More than one scuffle had broken out in the fifth-year boy's dorm in Slytherin, which didn't prop up his reputation any. The rumours were flying thick and fast and Grainne was going about with a smug, dreamy expression on her face and not noticing on purpose. If that wasn't bad enough, there was the Quidditch match coming up, which he was distinctly not playing in; they were using that smug little shit Draco again, even when Flint had seen that he played like a chump, and they were going to lose like they had never lost before. He could feel it in his bones.

It had been a long year. He was tired of his fall from his hard-won pedestal. He was tired of girls who liked him one minute and then fell into the arms of redheads, never mind that one dyed their hair blonde. He was tired of Slytherin and tired of Hogwarts and really tired of not getting laid. This summer, he would forget he had any wizarding blood in him; he'd work with his father and be a Muggle and that would be okay.

Tanzy, mi lindo, mi amor, my little dancer, if you want to be with George Weasley and have ten million little ginger-haired babies and send me postcards it's okay. I won't stand in your way any more. I'm too tired.

The year was almost over and he was yearning for the end now. Maybe his father would take him somewhere warm and he could lie on a beach and get his tan back.

There was the class, anyway. He could sleep through another Binns lecture. Caio quickened his step.

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Be vewwy vewwy quiet... we're hunting Tanzy [20 Aug 2003|11:45pm]

Bloody hell, what a day... Alyx thought as she traipsed down the stairs, wondering mildly what the odds were that Tanzy would have a free period the same time she did. Although she wasn't entirely certain what she was going to say to the Gryffindor, she did know that she had promised to say something, and was confident that her linguistic skills would take over when she needed them to. S'pose if I don't find her now I'll just wait until dinner and do my Defence homework in the meantime... Still, she'd like to get this all sorted out as quickly as possible so that Richard would start behaving normally again.
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Ripping the Heart Out [20 Aug 2003|10:15am]

[ mood | crushed ]

Richard left his encounter with Tanzy feeling angry and guilty. He was angry at himself, he had thought he had gotten through all the angst that his mother had put him though. Guilty at making Tanzy cry. That was wrong and he knew it. Richard was climbing, rather running up the stairs leaping two at a time trying to make it to the Gryffindor Tower before he lost it. He was making good time up the stairs until he turned the corner running smack dab into someone. His hands reached out and caught her before she fell. Unfortunately, they also reveled eyes that were swollen and red, tears waiting to fall.

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There can be only One [18 Aug 2003|09:31pm]

[ mood | mischievous ]

Jento returned his stuff to his room and then returned the books he had borrowed from the library. While he was there he looked over the charms books that they had on the shelve. There was one that he noticed and pulled, Spells for a Successful Event . He looked over the table of contents when he noticed a spell. He flipped it to the page and there is was. It was there and he learned it quickly. It was going to be fun. Just wait until he showed Aileen she was going to have a fit. He grabbed the book checked it out and them proceeded to the main hall. Oh my. They were going to have fun.

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Afternoon Tea [13 Aug 2003|12:06am]

[ mood | bored ]

Richard was looking over the Daily Prophet in the Great hall. Lunch was long over and Afternoon Tea was close. He occasionally looked up to see who was in the hall. Mostly, it was students who were looking for space to spread out to do their homework. Many of them were the Prophecy Students with Planetary Charts and lots of books. Richard realized he was bored. Where was Del?

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