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Sep. 16th, 2014


Journal; public

Okay, what is it with weird things showing up in this journal all of a sudden?

Hellooooo. Is this Tom Riddle?

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. 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


log, Hogwarts: Evans/Potters

[A half hour after this and this.]

[He'd opted for no tie. Yes, he'd mentioned wearing his most official of robes, but, as this was branded as a clandestine meeting of the Heads, he thought perhaps he best look inconspicuous. The black drape of nice robes over his shoulders, fitted well over a t-shirt and slacks, James Potter descended the well-worn staircases, even as they slotted in and out of their jigsaw arrangements, to the Kitchens. He idly wished he had the Map with him, just so he might entertain himself if Evans was late (she wouldn't be), but he'd memorized Hogwarts and its channels, passageways, and other secrets long before. He didn't need any guidance to the large, piping room near the Hufflepuff Common Room.

Inside, after he'd duly tickled the pear, he cast a glance around the space—but, seeing only the industrious bobbing of heads that came up to his knee, he understood that some stroke of chance had him more punctual than the notoriously on-time Lily Evans. He grinned, quite pleased with himself, and set about talking to one of the tiny chefs, asking after pastries and a goblet of pumpkin juice.

If nothing else, it would be good for spitting out if Harry slipped with the Cloak. Such a display would surely cement his innocence in the shining green eyes of Evans.]

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. 19th, 2014


quicklog: lily evans & severus snape; dungeon

Who: Lily Evans & Severus Snape
What: Talking.
Where: Slytherin dungeons.
When: Now.
Warnings: Nah.

[Descend a staircase and pass through the corridor, through the damp smell of stone and the metallic chill that pervaded any underground dungeon that was worth its spooky lore. It was the middle of summer, and Lily wore sleeves. She'd never had much of a purpose in coming down to the Slytherin Common Room, although it seemed silly to avoid it now since this year's Head Girl business was bound to include all of the castle. She'd never ventured into the other common rooms(it seemed rather invasive didn't it?), and she had no intention of starting now, with the snake den. Rather, she would only stand in the corridor, and she would speak the words that she carefully recited on her way down the dungeon stairs. Words that were meticulously written on parchment earlier, words that were x'd out in frustration and began anew with determination. Lily would speak words that were polite, but dignified. She would give instructions to Severus for while she was away, and it would be an extension of kindness to the rival house -- something that would certainly be expected of a Head Girl.

Just because Severus was prejudiced and rude, that didn't mean that Lily should lapse on her responsibilities. Truly heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Lily came a stop before the Slytherin common room door, and she straightened the cuffs of her sleeves before knocking three times. She would talk to Sev like he was any fellow student, and not like he was a friend who'd cruelly betrayed her.]

Aug. 9th, 2014


[Locked - RELUCTANTLY - To Lily Evans]

Hey, Gingey.

[Locked - ENTHUSIASTICALLY - To Harry Potter and Teddy Lupin]

Come on boyos, I'm going to corrupt the both of you. As is my duty.

Aug. 5th, 2014



[Narrow, beautiful letters.]

Seventh year, at last.