Quest 058
[Attempted Private//Somewhat Hackable]
I need to remember to be a bit more careful about the things I say in this journal, at least until I can figure out how to protect it better. Perhaps I ought to switch to pen and paper for the very important things, instead...
Mm. Let's see, now...
Deep Sleep
-Acorns (there must be oak trees about somewhere) Found and purchased
-Nightshade Juice (Plant-based. Either find a place to buy it or wait until the end of month and hope Kurama can help; --would a potion shop carry it, perhaps?) Acquired from "Underground"--must look into picking it up.
-Empty Pouch (easily bought) Found and purchased
-Magic Wand (May need one made for me. Check magic shops or Underground? --running out of options. May need to look into alternate methods.)
Honestly, it just isn't fair. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a wizard wouldn't want to share his wand with anyone, but what could anyone possibly need with more than one? It's not as though you could use more than one at a time, could you? And if--well. I suppose I ought to have approached it a little better, myself. But I'm so close and if I can just get my hands on a wand for a short time, even just a day or two--if I knew where one was, even, perhaps I could just...borrow it and put it back. I'd really rather not, but if it came down to it...it'd--no, it'd be wrong, but...for Mother and Daddy's sakes...
It's almost the same time here as it was back home, when I left. Bad things come in threes, and two have gone--I was so worried that Sam would be the third, but...what if it's me? What if I don't finish the spell, and I'm thrown back home before I know how to work it? No, I can't, I can't go home yet! It's too important. The days are slipping by and nothing's getting done...
I promised I wouldn't trade away my memories for the sake of going home. But I didn't say anything about trading memories for a magic wand. And as much as I'd rather not call attention to myself...it might be necessary. I'm not very afraid. It's just a matter of...picking what to give up, I suppose. I could give away the roses. It's a beautiful memory of mine; perhaps that'd be precious enough. But only if I'm sure that all the other possibilities are gone.
I'll give it one more week. That shouldn't be too risky. If nothing turns up in a week, then...we'll see. And that'll give me time, anyway. If I am going to give away a memory, perhaps I can tell it to someone else, first. Then at least it won't be gone forever.
[/Private]
[Attempted Private to Lord Cain Hargreaves]
If my errands happen to find me near the Opera Abandoned today, would you mind terribly if I stopped in to say hello? I should like very much to make your acquaintance in person, Lord Hargreaves.
[/Private]
Perhaps I'm a bit biased, but I'm afraid I don't understand or share the fascination some people seem to have with drago--no, wait, what was the word?--dinosaurs. I'm sure there are occasions when such creatures can be very nice, and perhaps even helpful, but just the same, I think I'd rather avoid things that are big enough to eat me in one bite. I do hope everyone who did decide to go near them is all right now?
And I suppose it was rather fortunate that I wasn't cursed the time before that, since it seems most of my friends were. Which reminds me--Blair, I do hope you're not, er, angry with me about the events of that day. I imagine it must've been just as trying, if not moreso, for you than it was for me. I'm sure you've discovered by now that I didn't give away the contents of your cupboards, the way you asked me to; also, if you haven't found the small box of sweets beneath the sink yet, you may want to go look for those, or you might uncover them one day several months from now and wonder how a box of sweets ever managed to end up tucked away under there. And they'd likely have gone bad by then, anyway.
How many days is it now? Twenty-two, I think? I suppose that's close enough for me to begin getting a little excited.
I need to remember to be a bit more careful about the things I say in this journal, at least until I can figure out how to protect it better. Perhaps I ought to switch to pen and paper for the very important things, instead...
Mm. Let's see, now...
Deep Sleep
-Acorns (there must be oak trees about somewhere) Found and purchased
-Nightshade Juice (Plant-based. Either find a place to buy it or wait until the end of month and hope Kurama can help; --would a potion shop carry it, perhaps?) Acquired from "Underground"--must look into picking it up.
-Empty Pouch (easily bought) Found and purchased
-Magic Wand (May need one made for me. Check magic shops or Underground? --running out of options. May need to look into alternate methods.)
Honestly, it just isn't fair. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a wizard wouldn't want to share his wand with anyone, but what could anyone possibly need with more than one? It's not as though you could use more than one at a time, could you? And if--well. I suppose I ought to have approached it a little better, myself. But I'm so close and if I can just get my hands on a wand for a short time, even just a day or two--if I knew where one was, even, perhaps I could just...borrow it and put it back. I'd really rather not, but if it came down to it...it'd--no, it'd be wrong, but...for Mother and Daddy's sakes...
It's almost the same time here as it was back home, when I left. Bad things come in threes, and two have gone--I was so worried that Sam would be the third, but...what if it's me? What if I don't finish the spell, and I'm thrown back home before I know how to work it? No, I can't, I can't go home yet! It's too important. The days are slipping by and nothing's getting done...
I promised I wouldn't trade away my memories for the sake of going home. But I didn't say anything about trading memories for a magic wand. And as much as I'd rather not call attention to myself...it might be necessary. I'm not very afraid. It's just a matter of...picking what to give up, I suppose. I could give away the roses. It's a beautiful memory of mine; perhaps that'd be precious enough. But only if I'm sure that all the other possibilities are gone.
I'll give it one more week. That shouldn't be too risky. If nothing turns up in a week, then...we'll see. And that'll give me time, anyway. If I am going to give away a memory, perhaps I can tell it to someone else, first. Then at least it won't be gone forever.
[/Private]
[Attempted Private to Lord Cain Hargreaves]
If my errands happen to find me near the Opera Abandoned today, would you mind terribly if I stopped in to say hello? I should like very much to make your acquaintance in person, Lord Hargreaves.
[/Private]
Perhaps I'm a bit biased, but I'm afraid I don't understand or share the fascination some people seem to have with drago--no, wait, what was the word?--dinosaurs. I'm sure there are occasions when such creatures can be very nice, and perhaps even helpful, but just the same, I think I'd rather avoid things that are big enough to eat me in one bite. I do hope everyone who did decide to go near them is all right now?
And I suppose it was rather fortunate that I wasn't cursed the time before that, since it seems most of my friends were. Which reminds me--Blair, I do hope you're not, er, angry with me about the events of that day. I imagine it must've been just as trying, if not moreso, for you than it was for me. I'm sure you've discovered by now that I didn't give away the contents of your cupboards, the way you asked me to; also, if you haven't found the small box of sweets beneath the sink yet, you may want to go look for those, or you might uncover them one day several months from now and wonder how a box of sweets ever managed to end up tucked away under there. And they'd likely have gone bad by then, anyway.
How many days is it now? Twenty-two, I think? I suppose that's close enough for me to begin getting a little excited.