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1994 - Eloria Felton Blanchfield, 2003 - OliverWoodFan Douglass, 1992 - SpinningJ Filch, 1995 - Percyweasley Flower, 1880 - Molly McGonagall Foul, 1234 - Harriet Kell, 1942 - Harriet Knight, 1898 - Molly McGonagall |
McKane, 1294 - Dawn Bluequeen Mimsy-Porpington, 1492 - Harriet Ovat, 1942 - Dawn Bluequeen Pershire, 1990 - Adrienne Rosafine, 1840 - Molly McGonagall Ryan, 2002 - Bailey Porter Watson, 2003 - Scargirl Toff, 1990 - Adrienne |
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Katie
Bell, February 1994 Oh lord. Not again. Whenever I get all misty eyed over Wood I lose focus on my game. Blast these bloody emotions. Besides, he is graduating this year and I am not. He hasn't the clue of how I feel. I need to forget him. Bruises are healing nicely from that last game. Flint literally ran into me, full on, intentionally of course, and left quite a few marks. We didn't even get a penalty shot for it either. Blasted, stupid Slytherins. I'm as pure blood as them, smart as them, and as talented in Quidditch as them, but they still think they are better. Oafs. So far,
the only part of school I really enjoyed was practice, but now I am loving
Transfiguration. McGonagall complimented me on my tulip turned turnip
in class today. Too bad Transfiguration isn't all that useful outside
of school. I mean, there is no job turning kettles into canaries or anything.
I'm going to go pro anyway after I graduate. Being a chaser is my passion;
I can't give that up. I hope the Puddlemore United team will accept me.
It is after all the team Oliver wants to be in... ~*~ Back to top Jenny
Blanchfield, September 2003 I also had History of Magic. That class is such a bore. Binns has got to be the most boring person, or should I say, ghost, in the world. He yelled at me today because I dozed off in his class. He didn’t even call me by the right name. I corrected him like a million times, but he just couldn’t remember it. I had a
bad incident with the caretaker too. I dropped my ink on the carpet and
it shot everywhere. There was a huge black puddle on the bright red carpet.
He started yelling at me in front of the corridor full of people. It was
so embarrassing. He told me that I had to scrub every carpet on the second
floor as my punishment. Thank goodness some students started teasing his
stupid psychotic cat, and he ran to stop them and forgot about me, or
else I’d be stuck cleaning the floor for the next month! ~*~ Back to top Samantha
Douglass, September 1992 Then there's
me. Of course, you know I am the oldest, and the first to go to Hogwarts.
I'm glad that both mum and dad are magic, they have told me some about
their days at Hogwarts. I will sure tell Mikey and Amber about the school.
Mikey will be here in two years, and Amber So, back to our arrival. We came in under the castle in the boats. There was a docking area where we all got out. Professor McGonagall led us up some stairs and through hallways into a little room off of the Great Hall. We waited to be sorted. Everyone was talking about what they knew and had heard about the sorting ceremony. I didn't know what to believe. Finally,
Professor McGonagall came back and led us into the Great Hall. In front
of the Head Table, there was a small three legged stool with a ratty old
hat sitting on it. The hat sang a song about Hogwarts and the different
houses, and then each one of us got called up to put it on. When Professor
McGonagall called my name, I went and sat on the stool. I put the hat
After everyone
was sorted, Professor Dumbledore gave a short welcome to the students,
and the plates filled with food. The feast was fantastic! There was roast
beef, ham, and turkey, all elegantly served. There were three kinds of
potatoes, vegetables too numerous to mention and loads of desserts. I
had some pecan pie, but it was a hard decision with all the cakes and On September 2nd, classes started. Professor Sprout is our Head of House. She teaches Herbology, which was our first class of the day. We had Herbology with the Gryffindors, so I got to see Jill again. She said that she got to meet Harry Potter, a second year in her house. We didn't get to talk much, because Professor Sprout had lots for us to do. We learned about the different soils and fertilizers and what plants they are used for. I took good notes because it seemed like every plant liked a different combination. After Herbology, we went to lunch. I stopped in the restroom and washed up. Even though we didn't really handle the dirt, I felt all dusty and dirty. Lunch was not nearly as fancy as the start of year banquet, but there were still plenty of choices for what to eat. I chose a plain ham sandwich and some coleslaw. It was tasty, and refreshingly familiar after last night's feast. After lunch, we went to Transfiguration class. That was hard. We were supposed to turn a matchstick into a needle. I didn't have any luck at all. Thankfully, I wasn't alone. Only one or two students were able to make any change at all to their matchstick, and even those were minor. I can tell that studying magic is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I have a lot more to tell about the first few days, but it is getting late and even though we don't have classes tomorrow, I will need to study and do my homework. Till next
time, ~*~ Back to top Argus
Filch, April 1995 Everytime I bring up expelling Peeves from Hogwarts to the headmaster Professor Dumbledore, he usually just chuckles. I hate it. I bet he fancies Peeves deep down and even likes his antics. I respect Professor Dumbledore, but I really wish he'd just kick Peeves out. I guess
I'll go back to grumbling and oiling my handcuff set. ~*~ Back to top Tea
Flower, September 1880 ~*~ Back to top Herpo
the Foul, September 1234 Later I also
tried the poisonous fangs on the chickens. They were killed instantly.
So, according to my calculations, it should take less than a minute for
a human to die from the poison. I love my new creation. Only now, find
out how long it lives. I wish I can see its entire life. I just can't
look into its fathomous eyes. That would mean death to me as well as the
fangs. Long live the basilisk!! ~*~ Back to top Sarah
Kell, April 1942 There's some talk about some kind of Celler or Chamber of Secrets. I don't know which. Theres so many rumors flying around. Our History of Magic teacher, Proffersor Binns says it's nothing to worry about and it will be sorted out, but our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher told us that it's dangerous. He read that Slytherin had made a secret celler of some sort and that there is supposed to be some creature within that will destroy all who are not worthy to stay at Hogwarts. The professor says Slytherin did not like muggles, which I, of course, had heard before. All the slytherins hate us muggles. So I could be in danger and now best friend is petrified. In all
my five years at Howgarts i have never seen anything like this. People
are in a panic. I can't write anymore. Proffesor Dumbledore is calling
us down to the common rooms. I have to go. I will write more if I can. Myrtle was found in the bathroom, as stiff as the people who had been petrified. I'm still kind of shook up about it, but it happened and I have to write about it. Dumbledore talks of closing the school down unless the culprit is caught. But they do believe they caught some one. A boy named Riddle told Proffesor Dippet that it was Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid. He is actually a stupid boy. Never was bright and anyone could believe it was him. Hagrid had hid baby werewolves under his bed and one had gotten out and had almost bit somebody. Hagrid got five detentions for that. And just last week he went out into the Forest! He told people he wished to wrestle trolls! Another three detetions. Dumbledore does not believe it was Hagrid. I could tell by the look on his face when Dippet came in the common room and told everyone. If it is Hagrid, he would be expelled. Hagrid has been taken to the Headmaster's office and many people believe the trouble is over. But that poor girl, Myrtle, killed because of a stupid boy who wished to continue Salazar's work. I believe it was Hagrid, and, I mean, who wouldn't? Besides Dumbledore of course. Oh yes, and they are going to revive the petrified students! The Herbology teacher is going to make a Mandrake Restorative Draught that will awake them! I'm so happy. I didn't know if I'd ever see my friend again. They are
calling us down to dinner. They do belive the danger has passed. Its safe
again. ~*~ Back to top Darien
Knight, December 1898 ~*~ Back to top Thomas
McKane, January 1294 ~*~ Back to top Sir
Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington, October 1492 As I told you, wands have been banded in this war making it more dangerous and more bloody. Many people have died out in the field in pain and agony. I wish not to be one of them. If I must die, I wish it to be quick and painless. There shouldn't be war. War is pointless and wastes so many lives as well as ruining them. My wife is at home and my son, Nicholas is attending his first year at Hogwarts. At least I hope my wife is at home. Less than a month ago, the rebels marched through the town, destroying it. Only a few survived. She has not answered my owls and I am worried. My son has sent me one, but did not mention of his mother. I asked if she was well, but he has not responded yet. I pray they are both alright. The
commander wished to move out today, but I believe that is impossible.
I can hear the rebels in the far away wind and it is getting dark. I believe
we will go into battle tonight. I must go get ready. I pray to myself
that I will make it through this night, but the feeling in my stomach
tells me no. But fate is fate and I must face it. ~*~ Back to top Tana
Ovat, October 1942 I
have been having trouble with the tick-tackal spell and I accidentally
made Pam turn green. Pam has so many theories of what is going on that
I cant name them all but I will put the most reasonably ones here (which
aren't many). She thinks that there is clues to what killed the girl but
she of course cant go and look at the body. She knows a lot of what the
muggles call forensics, also she is just plain smart. She says that Professor
Dumbledore seems to know more then he lets on, which I have always figured
that there were many things behind the glasses. We lost are last Quidditch
game to Ravenclaw, they have a good keeper but I'm still the best. Well
I have to go... time for Muggle Studies. ~*~ Back to top William
Pershire, April 1990 I don't talk about it that much anymore. Brings back memories I'd rather not touch upon. I was a proud Slytherin, with grades to be proud of. Most of the teachers who had no unfair hatred of my house liked me. I was a fairly social person, and the Prefect to look up to. I was held in awe by some of the more recently researched forms of dark magic. Spells to control one's thoughts and dreams, enchantments to bend one's way of thinking. I researched the charms more and more in the summers, gathering script upon script about them, then spent my free time at Hogwarts pouring over them, memorizing, pondering, testing them. Unfortunately, Dumbledore caught on. April 17, 1989. Everyone was enjoying a Hogsmeade visit. I was in the library reading one of the studies I'd brought with me. Dumbledore entered, asked me why I wasn't enjoying the weather. He asked what I was reading. I didn't reply quickly enough. He took it from me to see what it was. He had me expelled. Some days I wish I hadn't gotten involved in learning the dark magics. It's not what I'd like to admit having doing, but it's true. Not all Slytherins have evil intentions, you know. A lot of us are just ambitious. I had missed graduation by two months. If I had waited two more months to become entranced by those spells, I would've been a complete wizard, not a failed one. I guess, though, in some ways this is better... I now know never to get mixed up in evil again. Ever since then, I've basically become a Muggle. As much as I hated them during my schooling at Hogwarts, I've discovered that they're not half bad. If only
I hadn't gotten awed by those spells. If only. ~*~ Back to top Becky
Rosafine, April 1840 April
20th, 1840 April
20th, 1840 ~*~ Back to top Averie
Mae Ryan, March 2002 I guess I could also write about my personality now and compare it to how I act a few years down the road. I'm really hyper and friendly and I can make friends with almost everyone. Sometimes that gets me in trouble, especially at school, but I'm also a really big suck up when I need to be. I'm friends with almost everyone at my high school and I'm really good friends with the middle schoolers too. But like everyone else, I have a small "clique", if you'd call it that. My best friend Janelle has known me since...forever. Our moms were roomates at the hospital and so they hung out alot together. Janelle's really cool and can help get me out of anything. Well,
momma's calling me. I guess I gotta go now. I'll write more later! ~*~ Back to top Lily
Watson, March 2003 Maggie didn’t wake up until about midnight when I was sitting by her side. Her eyes had turned green and she was drooling. She scared me so I ran off. I went to the greenhouse to investigate. There were footprints leading out of the greenhouse and into the Forbidden Forest. I followed them and then I almost fainted. Standing there was You-Know-Who. I was so scared. I was rooted to the spot. He spotted me and I took off. Sam came down on his broomstick and picked me up. We dodged his spells and tried to get out of sight. Soon He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named hit Sam’s broom and we fell into the forest. We tried to find our way back to Hogwarts when we came across a cave. Inside the cave was an open potion book and a brewing cauldron. We read the potion to ourselves. It was a change of form potion. We saw a glass with a little bit of the concoction left in it. “Surely,” we thought,” that You-know who used this to change into a mandrake!” We thought that he was trying to make an army to over come sweet Harry Potter who graduated just a few years ago from Hogwarts. He had succeeded with Maggie but couldn’t get to anyone else before he started to transform back to his original state so he crept into the back room until everyone left. We started up the staircase to Headmistress Adrienne’s headquarters. She greeted us at the door to her office and showed us inside. I just love her office. It’s full of different colors, and it’s so organized! She listened intensively to our story and when we were done she called all the teachers up to her office. She told them to put out a search party and to chase You-Know-Who out off the grounds. She told us to rest in our common room and we would be informed if anything important happened. About an
hour later Headmistress Adrienne came in and told us that You-Know-Who
had left the grounds. The weird thing though is that she actually said
his name. I never expected anyone to say his name. I’m still waiting
to see if Maggie has recovered. They are trying to find a spell that can
heal her. Sam went to bed. Hold on. Headmistress Adrienne came in and
told me that Maggie has recovered! I’m going to see her now. Well,
more updates tomorrow! ~*~ Back to top Bridget
Toff I like Hogwarts. I don't particularly want to leave because my best friend, after she graduates, will be returning to her family in California. Her parents were displeased by the schools of magic in America, so they sent her to Scotland, where she's been staying with her aunt and uncle during the summers and attending Hogwarts during the school year. This summer she'll be taking an earplain (some Muggle thing, don't ask me) back to America, and I most likely won't ever get to see her again. Joy. Other than that, life's been pretty much the same as it has been all year. We finished our exams about a week ago, they were hard. I got really high scores in Potions compared to my previous years at Hogwarts, no clue why. Snape doesn't particularly like us Hufflepuffs. This is
getting really boring. Maybe I'll write on the train back to King's Cross
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