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Oct. 20th, 2014


I'm pretty sure someone put the final paragraph of my essay on a top shelf where I can't reach it, but I don't want to jump to conclusions.

Sep. 24th, 2014


Sirius B

[After all the odd posts about the Harry Potter door.]

[Locked to Sirius B]
Oi, Black. Where are you?

Sep. 16th, 2014



[Public, as Remus Lupin]

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

Sep. 11th, 2014


What’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?

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. 26th, 2014


Who: Sirius and James
Where: The Gryffindor Boys Dorm
What: Sirius is having a sulk - what else is new?
When: After this
Warnings: Sirius' mouth. As per usual.

Quicklog things are under this cut. Do not proceed if you do not want to read quicklog things. )



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

Aug. 22nd, 2014


Who: Sirius and Remus
What: Bros being bros in the South of France
Where: A beach near Cannes, but not too near.
When: Recently
Warnings: Lots of swearing because Sirius. And also probably drinking. And general juvenile delinquency.

It was a dark and stormy night )

Aug. 18th, 2014


[Public, as Ginny W.]

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

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.


rose uses her journal


Day Two of Solitary Confinement in the Ravenclaw Tower:

Fluffy the Welsh Green has refused a peace treaty for the common room couch. Tensions are running high as pumpkin juice runneth low. Gerardo the Giant Squid demanded that I study early for Charms this year. Since when has he been in charge of my life? Just because he's got more arms on him, he thinks he can tell me what to do? Well, bugger that. I beat him at chess a day ago, making me Queen Supreme of not only the common room, but the Tower as a whole. Damn them all. If I must endure yet another night alone in this Tower, I will take all the pumpkin juice for myself. And, I won't even bother to study Charms! Well, maybe just a bit. After a nap.

Aug. 2nd, 2014


Hogwarts lock

[After this and the subsequent trip to Hogsmeade.]

[Locked to Hogwarts]

Location: Prefects' Bath, 5th floor (password: Amortentia; yes, it is an odd one. I did not create it. Please do not tell me it is odd. I will jinx your toes to your eyebrows.)

Time: Sunset, 2 August

What: A birthday celebration for the Saviour of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, & a bloke named Neville, hosted by your favourite Gryffindors, Sirius Black & James Potter, & that alright one, Remus Lupin

Formal attire most decidedly not recommended.
Drinks will be offered.

Aug. 1st, 2014


log, Hogwarts: Sirius B/James B

[After this.]

[Lavender. The spigot spewed it, lilac, lolling, bubbles bowing, the air rich with it and heavy with wetness. James floated in the miniature sky on his back, backstroking in a swath through white. His glasses were removed, set aside on the lip of the large stone tub, sunken into the tiles of the floor, shining as they were like the scales of a mermaid's tail. Not a real mermaid, mind. But the sort that lounged in sugar-dyed glass nearby, giggling and splashing about most enticingly in stained waves. Scaly blues, aquatic greens inlaid in the ancient room. It reminded the young man in the bubbles of a Turkish bath, and he closed his eyes.

He enjoyed the suspension of weight.

It was similar to flying, he thought. The weightlessness.

But that thought was overshadowed by the toss of journal and quill, by the prick of tears as he considered the harsh truth of mortality. His parents were dead. He wouldn't see them again, whatever Sirius said, and how was he supposed to cope with that? There would be no funeral, no procession or remembrance. They were gone, long gone, as he himself supposedly was. Perhaps he—or some version of him—knew them, in the Great Beyond. Perhaps they were together.

He breathed out his nose.

Tightness curled in his chest, around his heart.

There had been no progress made in dressing himself. James was having a bath, and Sirius' presence didn't change that. He'd bathed in the room before, as it was open to Quidditch captains, and he'd learned long ago to not care much about his own nudity (unless Evans was around). Sirius would simply have to deal with it.]

Jul. 31st, 2014



Happy birthday, Neville.

Jul. 20th, 2014


Journal: Public - and lock to Marauders

Exactly what rules do I have to follow when I'm forcibly removed from my time period and thrust into a world where I have met an untimely demise and am forced to spend summer holidays at school. I'll need a list.


If I don't get an answer in 13 minutes exactly we are blowing this place. Guess what I found.

Jul. 16th, 2014



Please tell me that was a joke when I saw a calendar saying that the year was 1999.



The last time I started writing people in books, it didn't turn out so well.

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