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Simply Bril
Author: Georgia Copperpot
Date: 12-02-07 14:21
Isabella, Edith, Catherine and I stand in a corridor just around the corner from the entrance to the Pures Only Common Room. Izzy Wizzy tightly clutches a short length of purple ribbon in one hand. "I'm not sure about this, Gee."
"Give it over, Iz," I order, hand palm open to her. "There's a good girl."
Catherine grabs my arm. "I agree with Iz. This isn't such a good idea."
"No, it's not a good idea. It's positively bril. Vair vair bril. Double cool with knobs bril."
"Points off and two weeks' worth of detention wasn't enough for you, Georgia? You know, from sitting the wrong spot at lunch that one day." This from Edith.
"How else are we going to know if my theory is spot on?"
Snatching the ribbon from Izzy I use a straight pin to tack it onto the inside of my robe, just at the hemline like it would be if I were a Pure and were wearing the purple ribbon on the outside. And all the way around my robe.
Task done I start around the corner only to have to stop again. "Coming with me, Izzy Wizzy, bestest pally o'mine?"
"I'm not sure. What if we're caught? Woolly will know it was me who let you have the snippet of ribbon. Vair bad for us if this goes wrong."
"Negativenosity does not become you, Isabella. How often must I tell you that? Fine then. Don't be my chumly wumlies. I'll just be Nobby no-mates then. Off I go."
Walking as resolutely as... well, a resolute person walks, I round the corner and go right up to the Pures Only Common Room door. Not realizing I've been holding my breath until I've opened the door and stepped inside the fab looking room. Slowly breathing out then in again, I try not to come across as someone standing there with gob gaping wide in wonder.
I make a quick circuit around the room, trying not to draw attention to myself, you know, just in case someone recognizes me and sees I don't have a purple hemline. I do grab up a few snacks. They're for the taking afterall.
Back in the hallway again, I walk nonchalantly back around to where my three ex best mates are still standing. Edith asks, "It worked?"
"You watched?"
"Erm. Well. No. Didn't want to have anyone wondering why three of us were lurking and peering around the corner," Catherine tells me.
I pull a bunch of chocolate frog packages from one pocket to show them. "Told you it was bril."
They all stare at me in disbelief and Edith says, "I can't believe you were right about it, Gee."
"I keep telling you less than stellar marks have no reflection on my true geniusosity. My being sorted into Ravenclaw was not a fluke."
Izzy links arms with me. I look at her as if she's grown eyebrows like Woolly's. "Sure, you want to be bestest friends now that I've done the deed and proven to all just how fabbity fab my theory is."
Even though I say that I let Isabella lead me away with Catherine, Edith, and she whispering about how I, Georgia Copperpot, was correct in figuring out that the way the barrier to the Pures Only Common Room worked is with the purple ribbons the Pures now all wear. There had to be something to let the door know who to let in and who to keep out. I couldn't think of how a spell would be able to determine who is a Pure and who isn't without there being some sort of aid. The one thing all Pureblooded students at Hogwarts have in common now are the purple ribbons. Through my clever deduction and brilliantosity I have now proven that the ribbons are spelled and that is why ribbons were given to the students and that students were told to get just any old purple ribbon they wanted.
Now to figure out how the Pureblood professers on the "old" staff are kept out of the new staff lounge.
Translations:
bril = brilliant
vair = vair
double cool with knobs = vair, vair, vair, etc cool
Woolly = Woolly Mammoth = Hairy the Snider = Harriet Snider
negativenosity = greatly negative; vair bad to be this
chumly wumlies = chums = friends
Nobby no-mates = a person with no chums
gob = mouth
geniusosity = clever and bril, like me
fabbity fab = vair obvious this one
brilliantosity = what I have because of my geniusosity even if it means being a Nobby no-mates
The purple ribbons being spelled idea has been approved by the marvy MoBs, who exhibited great brilliantosity in deciding the idea is double cool with knobs.
(Mark) No Mums
Author: Isolde
Date: 12-02-07 15:13
For once, Mark walked without Gus at his side. Gus had unfortunately caught a stomach bug. He'd spewed all over the cups of basil that had been on the work table in Herbology class. It had been quite a disgusting sight–-and smell! It had been Mark himself who'd escorted the violently ill boy to the Hospital Wing. Then he'd stood under the shower to rid himself of the stink for a good half hour.
Luckily, Mark hadn't had any other classes and could be lazy the rest of the day. He'd hardly done anything, mainly since he didn't have a lot of homework yet so early in the term. He'd written a letter home to his father––something he hadn't done since returning from holiday break. He'd slept a lot. He'd even played some chess and Exploding Snap with other members of Slytherin House.
Now it was time for supper. Mark stepped into the entrance hall and immediately felt a weight push him backwards. He stumbled, but didn't fall to the ground, and drew his wand.
It was only Kate Dewhurst, carrying a large stack of books in her arms and looking to be in a great hurry. She tried to sidestep him but he blocked her way.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Mark asked, keeping his wand out but no longer looking so threateningly.
"I'd forgotten to turn in my holiday assignment for Professor Snape yesterday. He is docking major points but told me I could bring it to him anytime today. I'd almost forgotten again!" Kate blew a loose strand of hair that had blown into her face away and tried to move past Mark again.
He stepped in front of her, preventing her from getting any nearer to her destination.
"What?!" she finally shouted. "I'm not paying you to let me pass!"
"Merlin's Beard, Dewhurst. I didn't think you had it in you," Mark drawled. "Or are you just strung out because your Mummy and Daddy are officially dunzo?"
"My Mummy and Daddy were officially dunzo years ago," Kate replied hotly. "I haven't even seen my mum in years. And I don't care!" She tried to move past him again, but he blocked her path one more time. "Do you have to gloat about your perfect family? About your perfect Pureblood mum?"
Mark's expression fell just a little bit. "My mum's not perfect. She'd dead."
Kate faltered. "Oh. Sorry."
Mark moved, allowing her to pass. Kate walked forward slowly, not nearly in the same hurry she'd been. She started down the stairs but paused when Mark spoke without looking at her.
"I guess we have something in common after all. No Mums."
Kate sighed quietly and forced herself onwards to Snape's office.
In Limbo
Author: Janine Fox
Date: 12-02-07 16:16
“So, are you still a pureblood Janine?”
“Harry, this isn’t funny.”
Janine and Harry were seated at the table trying to eat dinner together even though Janine’s appetite had vanished the moment she had picked up the Daily Prophet that morning. As for whether she was still deemed a pureblood or not, she wasn’t sure. She would need to talk with her parents to figure out the five generations of the Fox family.
Moodily watching Harry as he crammed more mashed potatoes in his mouth, she snappily said, “I don’t know how you can eat at a time like this.”
Pausing in mid bite, Harry looked up and gave Janine a steady look. Finishing his forkful, he set his fork carefully down before replying. “Don’t you see Janine? This is all ridiculous. All these rules, each on top of the other, just keep getting more and more ridiculous. How many purebloods do you think are left? Other than the Weasleys and the Blacks, I really doubt there are many wizarding families that have a pure five generations in them. It’s nearly impossible if you stop to think about it. As each new law is posted, more people will get mad. And as more people get mad, more people will be willing to fight down the new ministry. I expect a revolt will happen. Hopefully soon.” Picking up his fork again, Harry stabbed it into a slice of roast beef and added it to his generous helpings on his plate.
“Do you really think it will come to that?” Janine could hear the fear in her voice. She was all for fighting for what she believed in, but it wasn’t that long ago that she had fought Voldemort, a fight that had technically killed Harry. What would happen this time? Would there be more deaths?
“Yes Janine,” Harry replied, “I do think that. In fact, I’m counting on it. We obviously can’t keep going like this can we?”
“No.” Janine said softly. “No, we can’t.”
It's Hard Not To Cry
Author: Majandra
Date: 12-02-07 20:03
Sniffling, Maj apologies to her mother and to Molly, "I'm sorry. The tears just won't stop. Stupid pregnancy hormones."
Eliza Fine, her own face puffy from tears shed earlier, pats Maj on the knee. "It's all right, dear. Molly and I both understand about pregnancy hormones."
"Merlin knows I understand about that," Molly chuckles. "More tea, Eliza? Maj?"
"Thank you, Molly," Eliza replies, moving her teacup so that it can be topped off by the hovering teapot.
"What are Paul and you going to do, Eliza?" Molly asks.
"We're staying together. We give sod all that the Ministry no longer recgonizes our marriage."
"George has said much the same. Several times. His language wasn't anything I care to repeart though," Maj tells her mum and Molly. "I don't want to be a problem for him. Or Miranda."
Thinking about her daughter and her unborn child brings fresh tears. Maj manages not to out and out sob. "Here I go again. I'm so sorry. You'd think after doing this practically all day I'd not have any left to shed. We don't know Miranda's heritage. I guess that means she's automatically considered a Non." Placing a hand on her baby bump Maj says, "We know this one doesn't have a chance with me as his mum."
Eliza sits up a little straighter. "His? So you know the baby's a boy?"
For a second Maj looks confused. "What?" Then it sinks in what she said and what her mother is asking, "Oh, sorry, no. I keep saying boy simply because we have Miranda and I know how much George would love a son."
Molly smiles. "A boy would be lovely but having had so many of them myself and with Fred having two and Charlie having two, we could stand to have another girl in the family. Eliza, you will stay for supper, won't you? Paul's welcome to join us. Why don't you let him know. And Maj, I insist you stay as well. I've got one of George's favorites planned so you know he'll be happy to stay once he gets home from picking up Miranda."
Maj, too tired and drained to even think about making supper for George is more than happy to accept Molly's invitation. Her mum accepts as well, popping home to leave Paul a note letting him know to come to the Burrow. By the time George and Miranda get there and her dad has arrived as well, Maj has at last gotten the tears under control. George and she will continue living together as husband and wife no matter what the Ministry says! Her parents are going to and Maj wouldn't be at all surprised if Bill and Fleur make the same decision.
Maj has one more crying jab after getting home from the Burrow. She's going to look awful in the morning but thankfully tomorrow, like today, she doesn't have to be at Slug & Jiggers Apothecary, though in a way she wishes she did because then it would be easier to keep her emotions in check.
Reflections (Annis and Sidra)
Author: Havana
Date: 12-03-07 17:05
“Sidra dear, have you heard the news? The most fantastic thing has finally happened.” Annis grinned wickedly.
Sidra glanced over at her elder sister “What? Has Ryker finally found a decent girlfriend?”
She rolled her eyes “Like that will ever happen. All that boy wants to find is a trophy wife. She needs to be high class, pure blooded and drop dead gorgeous. Now what I was going to say is that the Ministry has finally separated pures and nons at Hogwarts. If only that had happened when we were in school, things would have been much better. In my opinion the next step should be to rid the entire wizarding world of those of inferior blood.”
Sidra looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke “What about blood traitors? Like Isadora. I mean, we are one of the most affluent families around…should we just write her off completely?”
Annis snapped her head around to glare at her sister “Don’t you dare start questioning our actions! That girl knew damn well she would be disowned if she betrayed us. I think we would have been better off killing her, instead we have to worry about Isadora turning into a muggle-lover!” She growled lightly and rubbed her forehead, her eyes closed “I think it’s time to change the subject. Thinking about that brat has given me a headache.”
Sidra sighed again “Yes, you’re right. I shouldn’t have thought such horrid things. Although I’m not sure killing Isadora would worked. We would end up in Azkaban for life if we did that. Destroying her memory and trying to kill her girlfriend would be a harsh enough sentence…”
Annis’s eyes shot open, her younger sister had said what she had been dreading. Their baby sister, Isadora (now Havana) had a girlfriend.
Heritage Quest
Author: Carys
Date: 12-04-07 16:42
On Tuesday, after reading the Daily Prophet's article about the newest Ministry of Magic regulations regarding the segregation of blood status, Carys sat down with clean parchment, quill and ink and wrote to her father. He was still in prison for his part in the death of Herbert Favreau and his own son, Owain Hanham-Beauvais, having many more years of his sentence left to serve.
Carys wrote to him about the family, since to be deemed a pureblood, one needed to have five generations without a Muggle ancestor. Mairwen and Alun's family history made Carys as a pureblood, but because Mairwen did have a Muggle ancestor within her five generations, she was automatically deemed a "Non." Thus, the long marriage between Mairwen and Alun was officially void. Both were suitably upset over the news but claimed they were quite old and had lived together as husband and wife for so long that not having it in writing anymore didn't even matter to them now. They would never consider themselves unmarried, even if their union wasn't legally recognized anymore.
Unfortunately, Carys wasn't so sure about her father's ancestors. She'd never really known much about that side of the family, since her parents had divorced when she was quite young. She hoped that he would tell her he didn't have any Muggle ancestry––not because she worried about her own well-being as a "Non", if deemed as such––but for Tristan's sake. Tristan was already growing up in a disturbing world. If he were reduced to "Non" status, his life would become difficult indeed.
It was only Wednesday now and Carys waited expectantly by the window when she wasn't occupied with her son or doing chores around the house. She knew she probably wouldn't hear from her father for another few days, but she wished for any answer immediately. If only she had an apparition license. Then she would go straight to France and visit him for a direct answer.
Carys knew that she needed to be patient. So far, there wasn't a deadline to proving one's ancestry, so she didn't have to rush to get the facts about her heritage. Still, she knew she better learn something sooner than later, if only for the sake of her sanity.
Piroshkis and Tiara
Author: Alice Cullen
Date: 12-05-07 13:51
Alice sat in a cross legged position on top a huge rock on the sandy beach of Chania on the Island of Crete. Her eyes where closed and she sat so still you would think she was a statue. She was deep in meditation. She was drifting through a world of Mountains and purple flower, just relaxing and listening to the birds chirping from another world. She didn’t notice when her little cousin Tiara came up and sat next to her.
Ever since Alice had come to Greece, Tiara had followed her around like a shadow glued to a human. The girl found it fascinating that someone other than herself could tell the future and see visions. The tiny girl, waited for Alice to come back from meditation for what seemed like hours. She sat patiently with her little hands wrapped around a doll and her legs in the same cross legged position as Alice was in. She waited for what seemed like hours before Alice slowly opened an eye. Then she opened another eye.
“Tiara?” Alice asked smiling at the child. The little girl nodded her head. “ How long have you been here?”
“Only an hour. I brought you some lunch. See?” Tiara asked holding up a small bundle of pirsohkis. “Mama said to bring them to you.” Tiara added. “What where you doing?”
Alice took the small bundle from Tiara and spread out the pirsohkis on top of a piece of cloth that had been rolled into the buddle. She then took out a small bottle of cold milk and poured milk into the two glasses that had also been provided. Her Aunt Sirena must have known she would be hungry.
“I was meditating.” Alice said softly as she nibbled the cold turnover.
“Meditating on what?”
“Nothing in particular.” Alice answered, she smiled down at her little cousin. She had missed her mother’s sister’s family. It had been a long time since she had seen them. Jasper and Alice had come to Greece for Christmas but it was quickly decided that Alice would stay for another month or two afterwards while Jasper went back to College. And Maggie ran the shop in Hogesmeade. Alice, wanted more time with her Aunt Sirena and her little cousins and uncle. Plus, she loved Greece and if it was up to her, she would move in a heartbeat.
“Jasper sent you a letter. It’s waiting for you at home. His owl came and he bit me!’ Tiara said holding up her arm to show Alice the bite.
Alice frowned. Jasper’s owl didn’t usually bite. The little girl must have provoked it somehow. “Were you teasing it?” Alice asked.
Tiara ducked down and nodded her head.” Well, then that is why it bit you.” Alice replied as she and Tiara finished their snack. “Come on, lets go home. We can fix your bird bite there and I can read my letter.”
* Piroshki is a Greek Turnover filled with meat.*