Happy Christmas!

My question is, why didn't Trelawney have predictions about the other students who died? If she had, for instance, kept my cousin from being murdered I would have been a believer in her. But she didn't ( Read more... )

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Pansy felt distracted and wanted to continue reading a new passage in the Pettigrew journal, but she had promised to help fix Millicent's cat, Lloyd. So she waited in the common room, since she hadn't seen Millicent in their dorm, sitting in her favourite chair and waving her wand around almost as if she was listening to some music in her head. ( Read more... )

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Pansy sat in the chair she had come to regard as hers beside the fire in the Slytherin common room. She wrote late into the night in her personal journal, using one of her preferred purple quills. This one was darker than most, and the tips of the feather were silvery.

I feel like two people reacting to his death. One of them doesn't care. He ( Read more... )

Well, Christmas was not that alright. Don't worry Chad, your house was marvelous and all. I guess I'm still in a bit of mourning about Devon, and I don't like winter that much. If it always looked like the world does after a new snowfall, I might not feel negative about the season ( Read more... )

I had a couple of dreams about my cousin since the funeral, but not one like this, which happened last night. In it, none of the students were in the forest and no one died. Devon was waiting for me in the common room on my birthday when I came down from the dorm in the morning. He smiled and said he had finally found a dragon. I frowned but ( Read more... )

Pansy had never felt so odd at Hogwarts, not even when she had sat under the Sorting Hat, as she now did going to the Gryffindor common room at curfew. She returned from the library and gave back every curious or nasty glance as she joined the informal queue in front of the portrait. Once inside, she paused to view the room, having decided she ( Read more... )