PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I seem to have gotten lost, very lost by the look of it. This place really doesn't seem the least bit like Magnolia and I have no idea how I got here. I really should start paying more attention to where I go... Now if anyone could be so kind as to show me how to get back there it would be most appriciated.

By the way, where am I?

The phrase Toujours Pur used to mean something. It used to stand for something and now my sister and my cousins have turned it into a joke.

Regulus ask them...ask the others of our world what I do to Black's who betray their line. Ask them how the House of Black ended and then find me. Because I will NOT see the legacy of the Noble House of our Fathers turn to ruin.

Potter, Tell me, did you cry for him at the end?

I will take the revenge that should have been His. And I will do it as I do all things. In his name.

Dora. I cannot stay. Because I would break every single one of our agreements upon first setting eyes on the lying fool of a traitor that DARES to claim my families heritage and name!

Narcissa contact me. We have family honor to restore.

Maybe tonight I'll get a good night's sleep.

Is it just me, or do we suddenly have a lot of people here from the Wizarding World who have no idea who any of us are?

I've given that damn Good versus Evil/chosen by higher powers/oncoming war speech so many times I'm beginning to feel like the stuffy narrarator doing a voice over for some ridiculous TV show of the same concept.

Is it a rule that if you're a member of the percentage of the population who have been brought here from another time, you can't leave the city? I know 'home' for me doesn't exist here, but if I wanted to, hypothetically, go somewhere for a couple of days...is it a sure thing that I'd be stopped?

There's so much sadness here.

I haven't tried yet. Seems like a waste of cash if all I'd get was a trip to city limits.

{Filtered to people she knows}
I have an agent! Through a real, legitimate, ATA-affiliated, LA talent agency. Furthermore, I have my first audition through said agent this coming week. No more waiting--for open cattle calls, standing in line for hours at a time...

But I need something to wear.

I just put sun-dried tomatoes in peanut butter ice cream, and it was the best thing I've ever tasted.

There is something seriously wrong with me.

Muggles are so clever This message board is very clever. Do all of you spend all day talking to each other on it?

Oh! Perhaps I should introduce myself. Lily Potter, formerly of Godric's Hollow the afterlife? a storybook place England.

When he's gone, you're next.

I've decided against a monkey as a pet. Now that have seen one in person, I know I would not have the energy to take care of one. Perhaps a cat or dog would be better. If it were you, which would you choose?

Is there anywhere in this city to see any natural beauty?

Is it really so impossible for everyone to just get along?

I never seem to get use to the fact that the impossible seems to become the possible here.

( Heather )



( Sam )



Anyone here believe in reincarnation?

Is everything alright? I didn't want to say anything on that other post, but...I just have to ask somewhere.

Anyone else into the cold, grim, and strangely comforting sounds of black metal?

Trend whores need not answer.

Oh Merlin!!

Why did it suddenly start raining people from my world...er, Harry Potter?! And why isn't a single one of them Pavarti, or Seamus or Dean? I think my brain will explode!

[Filtered to Peter Petrelli]

So how's the Hyperion doing? I miss all of you, but for now I think it's safest I stay with Edward. But I'm not sure how much longer I can take staying indoors. Greyback's going to find me no matter how long I hide.

I fell out of the sky two hours ago. The ground almost broke my broom. This place is so lucky that it’s in one piece, because you people would never hear the end of it if it wasn’t.

And why didn’t anyone ever buy me one of these? I can do anything on this thing. This is the best Muggle invention ever.

Also, I have a cupcake. It’s strawberry.

I was just in San Angeles and now I'm in Los Angeles? How is that possible?

I'm malfunctioning again, aren't I?

...dude, where's my mansion?

Look, everyone...for now, please don't tell my mum and dad can't believe I am writing that! about what Pettigrew did. I want to talk to them about it myself.

If you've already said something...well, they have to find out sometime. I'm just trying to avoid it looking like we're making things up. Just until they trust that they do know us all.

I'm really getting tired of all the potential murderers/actual murderers popping up here.

Just to be clear on this, why am i being threatened over this situation? It wasn't my fault, I just grant the wishes!