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Dec. 3rd, 2014


journal to quicklog, ginny and obi-wan

[Locked to Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Hi, it's the woman from the party. Can we meet up somewhere to talk? I [...] need to distract myself. [Because winter term was rapidly drawing to a close, and this hotel stuff was starting to get to her. A change of scenery would do her good.]

Nov. 5th, 2014


journal: public, filtered to hp


I'm looking for the gentleman with the high collar from the party talking to the Spanish woman.

[Locked to the HP Door residents]

All right, you lot? Is, um, everyone in the right door?

Oct. 4th, 2014



[Across a page of her journal are some random scribbles and doodles from a bored Ginny. Among them are random Weird Sisters lyrics, a homework to-do list, a stick figure doodle of a Quidditch game, and random geometric shapes. Around a doodle of a Pygmy Puff is the question:] Has anyone seen Arnold?


[And the more serious question:] Has anyone considered the possibility of Volde [she started writing it but quickly crossed it out and further completely blacked out the name] the Dark Lord being brought here as a student?



[In an elegant script, the original Italian of the Dantean verse.

An English translation follows:]

As when an entering tempest rends
The brooding heat, and nought its course can stay,
That through the forest its dividing way
Tears open, and tramples down, and strips, and bends,
And levels. The wild things in the woods that be
Cower down. The herdsmen from its trumpets flee.
With clouds of dust to trace its course it goes,
Superb, and leaving ruin. Such sound arose.
And he that held me loosened mine eyes, and said,
"Look back, and see what foam the black waves bear."

Sep. 18th, 2014


[Ginny W.]

[Locked to Ginny W.]
I just tripped over a first year. Literally.

Sep. 16th, 2014



[public, voice-to-text as Kevin S.]
Oh MAN why didn't I ever think about converting the Crystal Palace to a creepy Hitchcockian hotel which connects the multiverse through a series of unguarded doors?

Oh right, because I'm trying to fix timelines, not tear them apart. Teeny diff.

But it's good to be back in the field, such as it is. The journal is way more compact than the Tallus, that's for sure. But can I get a shout out from my freaky X- and Avengers-types? I probs know some version of all of you, so heeeey.



[Public, as Remus Lupin]

So say someone was curious about going to another door. Any suggestions?

Sep. 15th, 2014


locked to lily e.

[Introducing herself to Harry's mum who was now the same age as her was a bit surreal, but she wanted to get to know the woman. Girl? Head Girl.] Hi, Lily? I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Ginny Weasley. How's it going?

Sep. 12th, 2014


Hogwarts Library: Remus L/Ginny W

[Remus wondered if there was a point where being here would stop being strange. Different time, different faces, and his name meant something. Not just oh that bloke that follows around Sirius Black and James Potter. Luckily they seemed to know an older version, so his face didn't exactly stand out. Occasionally he got awkward questions, but on the whole he kept to his friends and skirted around the edges. He was always a little wary of questions about his werewolf side. Things were a little better after the initial pain of knowing he missed his chance to get close with Teddy. Perhaps it was for the best. Wouldn't it hurt more, losing him that fast then? Were people supposed to know their futures?

Those were the thoughts twirling in his head in the afternoon. He was sitting in the library in a quieter section, because even in a few decades there was so much more the Wizarding community learned. Remus wanted to keep ahead of the schoolwork instead of drowning in it. Which would be useful if he was actually doing any studying right then. No, instead he was fiddling around in the special journal he got from this 'hotel' nonsense. It was strange reading so many things that made very little sense to him. He liked it, in the sense that new things made him curious, but he was cautious too. At the moment he was sketching and not really using it any other way. It was a stolen quiet moment for the shy Marauder.]

Sep. 10th, 2014



I'm curious about these other "doors." Who are you? Fancy a chat?


Think I want to sneak off to the Burrow this weekend. I need to see if Can any of you help?

And, yes, that's an invitation to join. Mum and Dad would be There are plenty of beds.

Sep. 4th, 2014


quicklog: ginny w./severus s.

[Following this, Ginny, true to her word, is sitting in the courtyard. Her back is against one of the stone walls, legs outstretched. A school book--not Potions, thank you--lays open on her lap. It was a free period for her, so why wouldn't she take the opportunity to do homework while waiting?

A part of her wondered why she was doing this, but a stronger part of her was wondering if anyone else had bothered doing this. There was plenty of reason not to like Snape. There were plenty of reasons to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially young. Plus, she couldn't quite justify being rude to him when he could have very well been the main reason that the students who opposed the Dark Lord managed to live at Hogwarts her sixth year.

The hand that was not on the book was clutching the candy protectively against those who might try to charm it away. Sorry, hungry looking third year. She knows.]

Sep. 3rd, 2014



[The handwriting is tight and tall, the letters carefully scrunched together.]

If another student asks me to partner with them in Advanced Potions, I may very well poison them so they spend the next week in the infirmary.

Sep. 2nd, 2014


112 days. Let the countdown begin.

Aug. 29th, 2014



The first years are having their first year come Monday.

Aug. 28th, 2014


[Ginny W.]

[Sent by school owl to Ginny Weasley. When she opens the packet a number of rainbows topple out. It's not a good charm; the rainbows stain the hands rainbow colours.]

Aug. 27th, 2014


delivery: harry p., quicklog: james p./ginny w.

[Delivery: Harry P.]

[Left on his bed are a handful of Chocolate Frog packages. A piece of paper is on top of them that just has a smiley face and a G.]

[Quicklog: James P./Ginny W.]

[Ginny had really been kidding about the whole "special privileges" thing. Mainly, she had said it to get a rise out of everyone. Hopefully, James understood that--but she planned to explain it either way.

Some of the Honeydukes candies she had bought with Neville were tossed onto the table beside her as she flopped into an arm chair, sitting sideways in it with legs dangling over one of its arms. Idly, she shuffles through a pack of Exploding Snap cards while she waits.]

Aug. 26th, 2014



Some students should learn to keep their childish behaviour out of the public areas. Is that really so much to ask?

Aug. 23rd, 2014


hp: ginny and neville

[True to her word, in an hour, Ginny had arrived at Hogsmeade. Desperate to get away from the unnatural quiet of the castle--and the inevitable fact it was unfair she had to go back to school after she already took N.E.W.T. tests--it was a welcome reprieve to meet her old friend and housemate. Had it been anyone else but Neville, she'd have taken pause about meeting a male friend at his apartment.

But it was Neville, whom she was convinced didn't possess an ignoble bone in his body. It was safe.

Approaching his apartment, Ginny wasted no time in knocking. While she waited, she crossed her arms and leaned one against the door frame casually. Without thinking of pesky things like "neighbors," she called out:] I hope you're hungry, because I'm planning on getting all the non-school food I can. [She grinned.]


Public as Neville Longbottom

So, er, are we all ready for school to begin again? I'm kind of nervous. Kind of excited. Bit mad, isn't it? Hard to believe it's possible again after everything.

Aug. 18th, 2014


[Public, as Ginny W.]

Someone has a bloody bad idea of a joke to give me a magical diary.

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