cortinula

cortinula @ 2008-07-09T15:46:00

2008-07-09T19:45:59Z

MOVED TO INSANEJOURNAL.
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cortinula @ 2008-06-16T11:12:00

2008-06-16T15:46:03Z

Who: Evan Rosier and Jeremiah Wilkes.
Where: History of Magic.
Date: 2 September 1977.
When: 9:17AM.
What: A series of charmed notes.
Rating: R for language, references to drug use, and violent scheming.
Status: Complete.

[CORTINULA]
Przepraszam. Jestem bardzo pijany. What the fuck is Binns on about now?

Now that term has begun in earnest, I think we ought to remind the local population of our charitable natures, perhaps by providing our new (and ever so illustrious) Head Boy & Girl with a long-overdue opportunity to demonstrate their infinite talents. A day of 'interhouse unity' ought to do the trick -- 'socialist in content, nationalist in character,' if you will. Your role, of course, will be to play the saboteur: I'll talk about peace and love while you steal Gryffindor's Quidditch plans. (The enemy is not fighting this war as per Gryffindor regulations, hm? They'll never see it coming -- granted, it would be rather difficult for Potter to see anything with his head that far up his arse, but Evans ought to know better, the fucking moronic twat.)

cortinula @ 2008-06-15T11:15:00

2008-06-15T15:16:11Z

Who: Xenophilius Lovegood
Where: Hogwarts Express
Date: September 1, 1977
When: As the train is leaving
Status: Can be complete, but feel free to comment if you like.

He never noticed the way people avoided his train compartment or that his was the last to be filled. It didn't really matter to him in the end. After all, that was that much more time he had without small talk and inane chatter. There were too many questions to be answered and reasoned out and only one more school year to devote completely to them. The idea of pursuing gainful employment was not a happy one; work could so easily get in the way of what truly mattered.

Xeno Lovegood pulled his legs on to the seat of the train compartment. He curled up in the corner near the window (something of a feat with the long legs of his frame) and stared out of it, wondering if he might be lucky to see something exceptional this year. Professor Kettleburn was usually good for a thought-provoking lesson, but he'd often heard about more than the professor chose to talk about.

He twisted himself impossibly to reach under the bench for his rucksack and pull out his tattered edition of Lepodoptomania!: a Practical guide to the World's Moths. He had been combing the text for some clue about why certain moths had no mouths. He had a few theories, some involving a conspiracy in the language (moth versus mouth, missing 'u', missing mouth?) or perhaps something about their beauty as compensation, their talents in silk-spinning--there were a multitude of possibilities. He had had no luck deciding on one or finding exceptional proof toward any. And mum had only laughed and marveled at the eye-like markings on many of their wings. Really, the woman was good for literary discussions, but she was rubbish for theory. And dad only wanted to hear about them, not evaluate them.

He sighed to himself but got up before settling in too permanently. The witch with the treat cart was a few compartments away, and he should get some snack before abandoning himself to his research

cortinula @ 2008-06-04T17:06:00

2008-06-04T21:26:56Z

Who: Georgina Smythe and OPEN!
Where: Hogwarts Express
Date: September 1, 1977
When: Just before the train leaves and after the train leaves the station.
Status: Incomplete

Georgina said a quick farewell to her parents, giving them each a hug, promising to write and to write often. They were words often repeated each year, never changing much, but it didn't mean that she didn't write to them often. She did and they were always pleased. Ah, well, this was her last year, so she might as well enjoy it rather than just thinking about things. She wheeled her trunk, her two other bags, and her handy purse to find an empty place on the train to sit. She wasn't sure where her friends - or people she knew - were, but she didn't exactly have time to find them as the train was leaving in approximately thirty seconds. She could always find them later.

She found a place and sat down as the train started its route to Hogwarts. When it started moving, she got up and tried to store her luggage. But it was really hard to do, especially since she seemed to be a pack rat and packed the entire contents of her room. She got her trunk stored and left the two other bags beside her because it was too much of a hassle to do much else. So she sat down and stared out the window, suddenly too tired to find her friends just yet.

cortinula @ 2008-06-04T12:42:00

2008-06-04T11:37:56Z

Who: Lily Evans and Emmeline Vance
Where: King's Cross Station
Date: September 1, 1977
When: Just before 11 a.m.
Status: Incomplete

After hugging both her parents goodbye and promising her mother several times to write, Lily carefully checked her bagage one more time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Casting a light hoovering charm on her trunk, she made her way through the crowd, looking out for anyone she recognised. Several first years were being fussed over by their parents, some of them clearly unwilling to leave the relative safety of home to go to a castle where they didn't know anyone. Lily smiled. To think that a few years ago, she had been standing on the platform, anxiously waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive. So much had happened since then.

Looking down at her robes where her Head Girl badge proudly shimmered in the morning light, Lily found herself wondering yet again who had been named Head Boy this year. She hoped it would be Remus. They worked well together and he always had been a responsible prefect, even if he couldn't manage to get his own friends to behave. Lily rolled her eyes, thinking of all the pranks Potter and Black had pulled over the years. Obviously thinking the two boys had suddenly grown up over the summer hols was too much to wish for. She could only hope James had finally given up his attempts to get her to date him.

Wrinkling her nose at the thought, Lily carefully put down her trunk and checked her watch. She should get on the Express soon. It was almost time for the train to leave. Swinging her bag more firmly over her shoulder, she cursed under her breath as one of the straps got caught, causing her bag to open up and several of her books to fall out.

cortinula @ 2008-05-31T15:54:00

2008-05-31T21:22:46Z

Who: Daisy Hookum and Amelia Bones
Where: Madam Primpernelle's, Diagon Alley
Date: August 31, 1977
When: Mid-afternoon
Status: Incomplete

After the town's initial wave of curiosity, Daisy's summers were usually rather quiet. Her parents were her only family on Rathlin Island, and therefore the only ones who knew where she went for each school year. Everyone else assumed that she'd been given a scholarship to a prestigious prep school of some sort due to some precociousness the teacher, Mrs. Fleming, hadn't picked up on. (The town had teasingly ridiculed her for weeks. Since then, she'd nurtured the remainder of her students tenfold, leaping at any display of aptitude and writing numerous letters to Eton about each and every one of them.)

Daisy, however, could not presently be playing the part any more the opposite of the prodigy the officials of some-impressive-school-or-other had gone to the trouble of scouting for in the North Sea. As she did every year, her mother had insisted on inspecting every single item on the shelves of every single store, and Daisy, following the routine implemented after her first year, when she'd actually been just as curious, had wandered away- into Madam Primpernelle's, of all places.

The racks of various potions and cosmetics had been more or less eradicated- due to the distance of her home and her parents' lack of magical transportation, Daisy was forced to do her school shopping late. Not to be dissuaded, however, Daisy carefully picked her way through the aisles, which more or less resembled debris from a disastrous war- one between teenaged girls over perfume intoxicated with male-attracting spells, that is. Spotting an interesting display, Daisy laced over to a rack of lip glosses ornamented with proclamations of the enhancing charms they'd been peppered with. Unabashedly, Daisy selected a much-used tester cylinder and smoothed it over her lips.

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