| OOC Post: Timeline |
[07 Oct 2005|04:28pm] |
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Okay, here's mine. It's going to be relatively empty because Adia doesn't have that much backstory yet BUT FEEL FREE TO COMMENT HERE and make some backstory!! I'm always up for it. or if I planned backstory with you and just forgot to add it to the list...well, just give me a reminder and I'll fix it ASAP.
FIRST YEAR:
-Possibly met people on the train
-Met Hannah, Pat, Bri, & we can assume most of the other Ravenclaw fifth years, yeah? (Tim, Lisette, etc. etc. etc.)
-The sorting hat put her into Ravenclaw.
SECOND YEAR
THIRD YEAR
FOURTH YEAR
FIFTH YEAR
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[25 Sep 2005|03:25pm] |
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'cos you smell like apple candy
and we're singing hallelujah
the edge in your affection broke my skin
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| McCready Family Owl Post |
[30 Aug 2005|10:40pm] |
Send all owls to members of the McCready clan here! That includes any and all of the following:
Sean Reardon McCready: Dear old dad. Muggle. As such, I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate being sent a letter in any way but the 'normal' post, thank you very much. But it's your head on the platter if you want to owl him anyway.
Inara Isis Naveena McCready: She's rather ill at the moment, with the prospects of her getting well again looking pretty bleak. But if you still wish to send her an owl...'ave a go at it...and make sure to address it properly; she's at St. Mungo's.
Patrick Ahmed McCready: Adia's eldest brother. 23. Former Gryff. Photographer for the Prophet. Dunno why you'd want to send him an owl, but...go ahead.
Robert Anwar McCready: Another of Adia's brothers. Age 20. Also former Gryff. Auror-in-Training. Maybe he's gone to school with one of your characters' sibs or the like; I dunno. Maybe they know him from Auror training?
Comments aren't screened; everything will be public unless I decide to make it private, yeah? Teachers/students/parents of teachers/parents of students...all are allowed to send letters via this post.
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| Sunday, 2 October, Morning |
[27 Aug 2005|09:25am] |
((visible to no one))
I can't believe what I'm about to do.
I'm about to tell Patrick Fiddlesticks what I've barely been able to admit to myself.
It seems I didn't realize it until...well, it was too late. He's with Andra and I would never try to break them up. Not that I could anyway; he loves her too much.
Mary, Mother of God.
In other news, I am very curious as to who might be sending him anonymous love notes.
'Cause it wasn't me.
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| OWL POST! |
[25 Aug 2005|12:56pm] |
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If you should like to send Adia an owl, then do so at this entry. All comments are screened.
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| Saturday, October 1, Late Morning |
[24 Aug 2005|06:32pm] |
((Visible only to those Adia would consider a friend, so that'd be Hannah and Pat. And, more recently, Danny, because she trusts him. Everyone else she doesn't know (or trust) well enough to be letting them see this entry in her journal.))
Visit with Mum did not go well.
It started off well enough, I guess. Floo powder to Danny's father's office, then I met Robert there. My other brother, Patrick, wasn't there but I'd expected that. He's either still angry at me or working. And Father...he was a no-show as well. I'm not sure how I feel about that. It didn't make the best impression on Professor O'Dwyer, that's for sure...
Anyway, I came to find out that my mother was staying on the third floor of the hospital. Which happens to house patients of "Plant and Potion Poisoning." How lovely. My mother's been POISONED! At first I didn't believe what I was hearing, but then I saw her...lying there...she looked horrible.
And then I completely lost control. I ran out of the room like a bloody fool, crying my bloody goddamn eyes out, which I feel horrid for doing, but I just couldn't take it. And then Professor O'Dwyer sent me back to Hogwarts, which is for the best, I suppose...but I still feel horribly guilty for not having a proper visit with Mum. It hurt me so much to see her like that. She was beautiful at one time, you know...
((last bit visible to all))
Mark my words...if it's the last thing I do, I will find out who did that to her. I swear it.
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| OOC Post |
[19 Aug 2005|10:57pm] |
[OOC OOC OOC OOC...]
Um...wow. A lot of people have left us, it seems. I can't believe I missed it, but that's what I get when I don't go online while I'm on vacation. It's kind of sad...I really liked some of the characters (I can't believe Raegan left us! And I liked reading Daciana's threads...)
Wow. Just wow. I can't believe how immature it all was. Were people really that bitter about the "Ravenclaw clique"? I mean...Adia is (in an IC-ly sense, of course) slightly bitter that she isn't in a tight-knit group like Pat/Bri/Tim/Andra/Jack, but my character isn't letting that slight twinge of jealousy get to her too much.
Okay that's all.
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| Thursday, 9/29, Morning |
[12 Aug 2005|11:14pm] |
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I don't know what to do. I just don't. If it was one of my brothers...Robert or Patrick...well, I'd just want to die myself. I imagine that's how Pat's feeling.
Where does it end? Where does it all end? The Death Eaters keep killing--seven people were slain and the Dark Mark was found over their home...people going missing every single day. Every day in the Prophet, more bad news. More bad bloody fucking news. I just wish there was something I could do...to help, or something. I just feel so helpless. So distressed.
It's enough to make you feel sick. To puke and cry and scream and kill whoever's responsible, all at the same time.
When in doubt...post a song everyone can relate to.
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
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[12 Aug 2005|12:28pm] |
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I can't believe it. Pat's sister...she died. It was in today's Prophet. I don't know what to do...or what to say...or anything. Numb. That's all I feel right now is numb. Any happy-go-lucky thoughts that were in my head after the bet I made with Hannah...gone. They're all gone.
But I suppose I should open this letter...
( Letter from Robert )
Oh, what a pleasant letter! Suppose I'll have to go to O'Dwyer's office later...
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| Wednesday, Sept. 28, Breakfast |
[09 Aug 2005|12:47pm] |
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I'm at breakfast and BORED. There's not too many people here right now, at least not at the Ravenclaw table. I've not a clue where everyone is. Bri and her boyfriend showed up a little while ago, but other than that...
I wonder if it has to do with Pat's "meeting" with Tristan.
I dunno, it's not really any of my business, but Tristan's a git anyway, as far as I'm concerned. Just because O'Dwyer likes me. It's not my fault that I'm good at Charms! Christ.
Yes, I'm bitter, I suppose. But it does get on my nerves a little when people think I'm TRYING to be better than them. Charms just comes naturally to me. And it's not my fault if stupid gits like that Tristan hold it against me.
Hmph.
In other news...I did get another letter from Robert, finally. Not much news about Mum, but he wants me to find out if I can go away for a weekend to visit her in the hospital. It almost seems as if...he thinks she's not going to make it. But I can't understand that at all. What curse could there possibly be that doesn't have some sort of countercurse? Or a poison without an antidote? I don't get it. Could it be the result of the use of one of the Unforgivable Curses? Can the Cruciatus curse do that to someone?
Blimey. What the hell am I thinking? I'm jumping to conclusions here. Of course no one tried to curse Mum. Why would anyone want to do that?
Time for a song, I think. It sounds sort of strange, but writing down the words to my favorite songs always helps me forget about things for a bit.
"Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
but I'm here in my mold. I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no.
Well I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no
Have you ever been down?
I can change, I can change...
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.
Trying to make ends meet, try to find somebody then you die.
You know I can change, I can change, I can change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mould.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no.
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence..."
"Bitter Sweet Symphony" - The Verve
(left in the Great Hall where anyone can read it)
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| Wednesday, September 28, 7:15 AM |
[08 Aug 2005|01:14am] |
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My time at Hogwarts has been a blur. Honestly, I haven't had a single moment to spare to write in my diary. OWL year...no wonder I've been so busy.
Anyway, in the time I've been here, I haven't flown once (I didn't bring my broom for nothing!), I've been in the Forbidden Forest once, had rather disturbing news from Robert, and been offered a Puffskein from Professor Darnley, among other things. A Puffskein would be a wonderful addition to the dormitory, I think. Provided that Iliana wouldn't eat it. I don't think she would. Too fuzzy. It would give her a hairball.
The news has been pretty disturbing, too. Patrick's older sister has gone missing, the father of a student was killed, and the Hawthorne Munwane girl's mother was arrested in connection with Death Eater activity. Honestly. Such goings-on! Of course, it can't be You-Know-Who. I hope it's not, anyway.
And, of course, there's been all sorts of drama at Hogwarts. People falling in love left and right, teachers acting mysteriously, pureblood-muggleborn tiffs...
Who knows what's going on? I wish my brothers would tell me, but they won't. As it is, Robert won't give me any details about Mum. She's in St. Mungo's at the moment, and last time I got a letter from Robert, he said not to worry and that he'd let me know what was going on as soon as he found out. Of course, it's been a few weeks since his last letter.
And it would be no use trying to get an answer out of Father...for all I know, he's the cause of what happened to Mum. And Patrick's still fuming about what happened over the summer, so naturally, he wouldn't tell me anything.
I wish everyone would stop treating me like a little girl and start giving me a bit of respect. I'm 16, and Robert has no right to keep the details away from me. Stupid git.
(left in the Ravenclaw common room, o'course. oh, how Adia neglects her belongings...)
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