Poster:	lyra_malfoy
Date:	2008-01-02 16:02
Subject:
Security:	Public

Who: Lyra and open
When: Days before returning to Hogwatrs
Where: Lyra's room
Why: Working out new quidditch moves

Lyra tossed her play book aside, new notes scribbled all over it. She collapsed into the heap of pillows behind her exhausted. Actually playing quidditch was great, but planning speeches and plays were definitely her least favorite part. When she was little she dreamed of becoming a professional quidditch player, and while she didn't actively pursue that dream anymore it was always there in the back of her head as something she could always fall back on. Being rich and famous was every girl's dream wasn't it?

Not that money ever was or ever would be a problem for her. Her father had more money than he knew what to do with. Lyra got everything she asked for and knew that one day that money would be hers as well.

As far as famous, well, that was another story. Her first friend ever was Lily, but she wasn't by far her only friend. Lyra grew up knowing the children of other pure blood wizarding families, most of them being around her own age.

The Ministry hid the identities of the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, but that didn't mean that children never gossiped. Lyra was often ashamed of her family's dark past. At Hogwarts she was both hated and revered for the stories others had heard about the Malfoys. Lyra had done nothing but try to make a name for herself. But the sins of her fathers had bred into her feelings that she sometimes could not shake.

She hugged her pillow tightly trying to think of happier thoughts, like quidditch. Unfortunately not even quidditch could lighten her heart. All she could think of was Gilly and Romie, and how she would never see her beloved quidditch team outside of school.

Poster:	romie_lupin
Date:	2007-12-21 00:32
Subject:	Just thought I would start off the RP in this place, yo'.
Security:	Public

Who: The Lupins, Weasley's and Potters.
When: Second day of Hols
Where: The Lupin's home while Nymphadora Tonks is baking.
Why: Because We.Are.Family.

( so hard to turn and turn and break and growl. i hate the smell of s*** and blood mixed you know? )