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Never tickle a sleeping dragon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-5290673637103466926</id><published>2009-06-16T05:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:12:25.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no! Overslept!</title><content type='html'>The hands of the clock continued to tick roun steadily as I slept in the now empty corridor. The fire in the grate flickered and went  out and the oil lamp that was on the desk flickered and dimmed down until it was nothing but a soft glow and the wick was nothing more than a stub of its former glory. The stars outside in the sky started to fade as an unknown artist painted different coloured streaks on the dark blue canvas. The top of the sun peeked over the horizon and eventually made its way up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm clocks sounded in each dormitory and the Ravenclaws started to wake up and get ready for their school day. No one in the first year girls dormitory noticed the extra absence of one of their number. I was still asleep at the table in the commonroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and girls of varying ages trooped down the stairs and filed out of the ravenclaw tower and down the staircase to the great hall as I slept, no one noticing the little first year slumped in a heavy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed and people came and went, grabbing books from their bedside lockers or doing homework, and no one saw the girl in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up until noon, and by that time, I had missed all of Friday's lessons. I jolted awake, spilling my ink bottle onto the table and all over my homework. With a cry of despair, I picked it up and dried to clean up the mess and salvage my homework. My potions essay was ruined and my Defence Against the Dark Arts work was nothing more than a great big splodge of blue ink spreading across my thin, spikey writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slumped down on the chair and hung my head in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;"Why does this always happen to me?" I asked myself. "First I sleep through the whole of my school day, then I ruin my homework by pouring ink on it. Why, why, why?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my charms textbook and flicked through it, trying to find a spell that would clean my work up. To my sheer delight, there was a spell that would clean up the mess.  I studied the incantation quickly and checked the wand movement.&lt;br /&gt;My robe had fallen to the floor and the handle of the wand could be seen peeping out of the wand pocket. Grabbing it excitedly, I pointed it at my homework.&lt;br /&gt;"Evanesco," I said, flicking my wand. As if I was using some sort of vacuum cleaner, all the spilt ink was sucked up from the parchment and into my wand. I then pointed it at the ink that was still on the table and the same thing happened. Deftly, I picked up the pot of ink and the wand deposited all of the ink. I sighed with relief and closed the pot and latched it firmly.&lt;br /&gt;I scooped up all the pieces of parchment and shoved them into my bag, along with my textbook and box of quills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bag upstairs to my dormitory and stowed it away in my locker by my bed. As I stood up again, I was overcome not by a giddy headrush but by a feeling of heavy drowsiness. Without another motion or coherent thought, I fell onto my bed and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;My last thought before sinking into the deep sleep was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what is happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-5290673637103466926?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/5290673637103466926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no-overslept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5290673637103466926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5290673637103466926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no-overslept.html' title='Oh no! Overslept!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1855902116762015228</id><published>2009-06-14T19:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:47:59.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired towards exams</title><content type='html'>Tash was carried off by the Paramedic wizards and she disappeared from sight as the portkey disappeared in a flash of light. I dreaded what was coming next and I couldn't face up to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehensively, I turned round and saw that Tash's parents had already disapparated. All I saw was the grim face of Madam Pomfrey and the despairing faces of Laurie and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at eachother and communicated silently. I couldn't stay there any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet heavy, I walked over to the door and picked up my bag and left the Hospital Wing and went to the Library to serve my detention for that evening. I had to help Madam Pince re-shelve books for two hours. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed many first and second years on my way to the Library. Every one of them gave me weird looks, as if they knew what I had done. I saw my sister leaving the hospital wing after me, as she had just been released too. She caught up to me and didn't stop. She had a bundle of books in her arms and was running to the Library, looking hurriedly at her watch. She was obviously late for returning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey Soph,"&lt;/span&gt; I called softly after her. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"If you want, I can take those books back for you. I'm heading over to the library to serve my detention. I'll put them back in and I'll relieve you of the fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Thanks, Annie,"&lt;/span&gt; she said gratefully as she put the pile of books in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No worries. I got this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clutched the books as I walked over to the library. I glanced at the titles as I checked them into the Library and returned them to the shelves. My sister had taken out books like "Hexes; for fun and profit" and other titles of the same ilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled as I returned each book to the shelf. My sister had always wanted to make money out of her talents, but this was just going a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two long hours passed as I went from shelf to shelf on a moving ladder, returning books to their correct places, and ridding the books of bookworms, which liked to eat the ink that the books were printed with. Several times, I stumbled over couples who were kissing in the more obscure shelves where people rarely went. I couldn't help it, but they got mad at me, and I had many books chucked at my head... most of them had been hexed to fly off the shelves at passers by, but that was beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once every single book had been returned to its respective shelf, I was dismissed from my detention. It was about 6.33 in the evening and I had a pile of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh poo, no wizard's chess with Peggy this evening," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grumbled as I hauled my exhausted carcass up the staircases to the Ravenclaw tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the door let me through, I plonked myself down on the first empty chair that I could find by a window with a desk next to it. I took out my notebooks and my textbooks and took out my box of new quills which I had been saving for exams.&lt;br /&gt;A white owl flew past the window, hooting as it flew. A fine mist crept around the castle grounds and the pale moon wore a crown of silver as the glowing orb in the dark night sky grew brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dipped my quill into my blue inkwell and started to write my potions essay. So warm was it in the Common room that I felt my eyes starting to droop. My eyelids grew heavy and every mark I made on the parchment with my quill became more and more slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told myself, slapping myself awake and taking off my school robe, hoping it wouldn't keep me too hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to work in the ever-quieting commonroom. The clock chimed nine hours and I discarded my jumper and loosened my tie, rolling my sleeves up too, in a vain attempt to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My potions essay finished, I then moved onto a report on the Expelliarmus spell which we had learnt in Defence Against the Dark Arts.&lt;br /&gt;The fire that had crackled away merrily in the grate merely an hour ago was now nothing more than a pile of glowing embers, casting a dim light around the common room. My oil lamp next to me flickered as it too started to go out. I filled it with some more paraffin and continued working until I could work no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same feelings of tiredness came over me and I couldn't fight it. I attempted to continue writing, but it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep where I sat, quill in hand, an ink blot appearing on the parchment where the quill nib rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1855902116762015228?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1855902116762015228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-towards-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1855902116762015228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1855902116762015228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-towards-exams.html' title='Tired towards exams'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-3272713299207522311</id><published>2009-04-20T19:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:13:44.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The first out of the hospital wing</title><content type='html'>The week passed quickly and mostly uneventfully. After lessons had finished, I went and played Wizard's chess with Peggy until one of us won. Throughout the week, I progressively got better and even managed to beat Peggy who had won the chess tournament last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Quidditch in all the Herbology lessons and Flying lessons of the week. That was one of the best things, as we learned better control of broomsticks (and the balls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday afternoon, Flying last lesson, a beautifully sunny afternoon and it was Ravenclaw Mixed vs. Slytherin Mixed. I had just managed to knock the Slytherin beaters off their brooms and we were winning by 50 points to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my place watching the match, I saw someone swaggering onto the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Luella.&lt;br /&gt;She wore a smirk on her face as she swaggered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy glaring at Luella that when one of the Slytherins sent a bludger flying at me, it crashed right into the side of my head, and sent me toppling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I thrust out my arm to catch my broom, but I was too late and I was just falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a dull thud, I landed on the ground with no pain except from where the bludger had collided with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hm, the ground seems rather springy today," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, bouncing up and down on the unusually springy ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"That's because you landed on me, you great oaf!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A muffled voice said from under me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was Luella, but I decided to act dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"It's quite strange that the ground is like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Get. Off. Me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella's muffled voice said from under me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I then decided to act all innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh Luella, is that you that I am sitting on? Oh I am so sorry, I had no idea!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Just get your fat butt off me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. Above me the match was still going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down even harder onto her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"C'mon Bolt! You're needed up here!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shouted one of my teammates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sighing, I got up and hopped onto my broom and grabbed the bludger bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring into the air, I primed the bat to whack the bludgers to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bludger whizzing towards Scott McCraig, and even though I had seen him with Luella, I didn't want to see him hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urging my broom to go faster, I zoomed towards the oncoming bludger and intercepted the hit before Scott lost the Quaffle or got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quidditch ended and so did school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams landed their brooms and gathered up their brooms and robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Chicken, Titch and Stan all waiting for me by the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hi guys!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I called to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Any news?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Their faces which were normally so full of happiness were grave and serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Annie, I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but your friend Tash has fared far worse than Madam Pomfrey thought she would. She told me to pass on this message to you. Tash is being transported to St. Mungo's due to that stunner that hit her in her chest. She's in a very deep coma and the next few hours are crucial to her survival. The school have contacted her parents and they are on their way to St. Mungo's. Madam Pomfrey wants you to go up to the hospital wing right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"But, I went into the hospital wing every day! Tash seemed fine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then suddenly it all made sense. That was why Luella had been smirking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Guys, I'll see you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without another word, I sped from the Quidditch pitch, past some 5th years throwing dungbombs at each other, past some boys playing gobstones.&lt;br /&gt;My feet literally flew as I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hey Annie!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard Nike call, but I didn't answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to sprint up to the steps of the school, past the stone hogs and up the enormous staircases, all the way to the hospital wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst through the doors to see a sight which made my heart stop.&lt;br /&gt;Tash's parents, Madam Pomfrey and Laurie, who had come to earlier that day, all crowded around Tash's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were streaming down Tash's mother's face and her father wore a grim look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's all my fault. Tash might be dying, and it would be all because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My bag slid off my shoulder and landed on the floor by the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With numb legs, I walked over to Tash's bedside. She was unconscious in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;I crouched down by her bed and held one of her hands in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Please Tash, you'll get through this, you've got to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone put their hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't take my eyes off of Tash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Miss Bolt, she can't stay here. Miss Helyar has to be taken to St. Mungo's if she is to survive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded above my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, she pulled me away from Tash, who was put onto a stretcher and was taken outside to a portkey with two paramedic wizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Please Tash, survive. Live to see another day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-3272713299207522311?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/3272713299207522311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-out-of-hospital-wing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3272713299207522311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3272713299207522311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-out-of-hospital-wing.html' title='The first out of the hospital wing'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1800224469188911518</id><published>2009-04-16T15:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:52:25.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>I was the first to Transfiguration. Most of the first years were still down in the great hall eating their breakfasts. My stomach gurgled, begging for food, but I wasn't in the mood to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Twiddling my thumbs, I sat there, and stared blankly at the blackboard, waiting for the bell to ring and for the students to filter into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, the bell rang, and the kids all shuffled reluctantly into the classroom, unwilling to start a new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Good Morning class," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prof. McGonagall said as she strode into the classroom, and stood at her desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Professor McGonagall," we chanted in a sing song voice.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my head down and avoided making eye contact with her. It helped that my desk was in the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Right class," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said, taking out her wand and charming some chalk to write on the board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Today, we will be learning about transforming an item into something completely different from its original form. For example, like a quill to a teacup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The lesson went by slowly. I had managed to transform the feather I had into a pin cushion and back several times by the end of the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how Tash, Sam and Laurie are.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought as I watched everyone attempting to transfigure their feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone prodded me in the back. I turned to look, and there I saw a very bruised Zofka, and an even worse Petunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Hello Annie," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petunia said, smiling a sickningly sweet smile at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I just wanted to say to you that you're dead," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said it in such an off hand manner that I knew that I was in trouble. If I wasn't expelled from school, then I would be in for a much worse fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zofka cracked her knuckles menacingly from her seat next to Petunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ve know vhere you lif!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said, trying to sound threatening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petunia whacked Zofka over the head. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Of course you know where she lives, Zofka you blubber brained twit, we go to the same school!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I snorted into a handkerchief, trying very hard not laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ja, but ve know vat classes she has and vat time she has free!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zofka hissed back to Petunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petunia facepalmed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"That's because we all have the same lessons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zofka screwed her face up, looking as though she was in great pain. Then she realised what Petunia had said to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh. Ok. Vell, do ve haf punch up now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petunia sighed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No, we do not have a  punch up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly feeling a little pluckier, I made fun of Zofka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ja, ve haf no punch up today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petunia laughed, but Zofka screwed up her face again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Vhy did you shpeak like thet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Never mind." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said as I turned back to my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled as from behind me I heard the sound of Petunia whacking Zofka round her head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson ended, and everyone left the classroom. I left in a particular hurry, as to avoid talking to McGonagall.&lt;br /&gt;A heavy rain had come over the grounds of the school, and it was very muddy.&lt;br /&gt;We put our hoods up and ran to the Herbology greenhouses on the other side of the school.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was soaked through by the time they had arrived at Greenhouse 1.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck to the door was a notice from Professor Sprout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herbology Cancelled today due to infestation of flesh eating slugs. Please come to the great hall for a special lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Herbology's cancelled?!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A dismayed Ravenclaw shouted from the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"That's a good thing!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Slytherin yelled at the Ravenclaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groaning and grumbling, we returned to the courtyard that was the quickest way to the Great Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went into the Great Hall to see something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The tables were all gone, and at either end of the hall were 3 hoops, each of them different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;Lines had been painted onto the ground, and wooden stands were stood by the walls.&lt;br /&gt;In the centre of the room, there were 14 brooms floating in a circle at waist height. In the middle of the circle was a big, old chest with locks on it and two beaten up bats.&lt;br /&gt;As one, the class breathed "Quidditch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Yes, indeed, we are playing Quidditch,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Professor Sprout said as she walked into the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Now, I believe that this is the Ravenclaw and Slytherin first years, am I correct? Good. Today, I will be teaching you about Quidditch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Professor Sprout talked to us for about half an hour about the rules and positions of Quidditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained to us that we were using foam bludgers and a training snitch for our games.&lt;br /&gt;We were split into teams of 7, Ravenclaw vs.  Slytherin. Each house had two teams.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, due to Laurie and Tash's absence, the Ravenclaw's girl team was missing one beater and a chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the lesson, we played Quidditch in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;As a beater, I was able to whack out all my emotion into the bludgers, and I even managed to knock Zofka and Petunia off their brooms, only to have them float in midair from a security spell cast by Prof. Sprout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson ended all too soon, and we left the great hall to deposit our bags and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;By the time that we had all returned to our respective houses and dorms, dumped our bags and returned to the hall, everything was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch with my new friends. Conversation was never scarce with that group. They were always plotting of ways to get back at people who had been rude to them and such.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around at the Great Hall, no one would have ever expected that a full size Quidditch Pitch had been set up in there only 10 minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my lunch quickly and went up to the Hospital Wing to visit my friends.&lt;br /&gt;They were all still unconscious in their beds, so I couldn't talk to them of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Madam Pomfrey shooed me out quite quickly though, so I went off on my own and was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was still hard outside, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the courtyard gates and walked down to the lake inlet where the Roamers' rock was.&lt;br /&gt;Checking that no one was watching, I went inside and stood, watching everything happening around me. Windows in the rock had appeared, which showed enemies and friends.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were still sleeping in the hospital wing. Luella was sitting up in bed, chatting to Sophie quietly. Zofka and Petunia were in the library, taking out a book, and Stan, Chicken and Titch were fooling around in an empty classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I checked my watch. It read half past twelve. I still had an hour and a half of lunch break left.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I checked my map to see if anyone was about and then went to the owlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albus was perched on a low beam of the owlery. Attached to his foot was a magazine which I had ordered and hadn't received in the morning. I took the magazine and stuffed it into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;From my other pocket, I extracted a self inking quill and an order form for Honeyduke's.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered half a dozen chocolate frogs and a packet of Bertie Botts' every flavour beans for my friends. I folded the letter up and put it into the envelope along with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"See you soon, Albus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said as Albus flew off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went quickly, and soon, I had to go to the principle's office.&lt;br /&gt;Palms sweating and dread in my heart, I walked the condemning corridor to McGonagall's office.&lt;br /&gt;My hands shook as I knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Come in," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;McGonagall said from her office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and stood just a step away from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Now, Annie, I am disappointed to find out that you have been duelling with other students. Could you please explain yourself? I would like to know everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said everything to McGonagall, told her of all the niggles between Luella and our group. I owned up to the broomstick incident, but didn't blame Laurie. Everything poured out, and I felt terrible but better at the end of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, Annie, I can see that you and Luella have had some difficulties between you. What you did was completely out of order, especially sabotaging her broomstick and duelling. She or yourself could have been killed. I am most disappointed in you, Miss Bolt. Normally, the consequences for your actions would mean expulsion."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hung my head at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; "But,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"This time you will not be expelled. Instead, you will be banned from all clubs, excluded from all special trips until the end of the school year, and you will have 2 months' detention. The same will go for your friends and Luella and her friends when they get out of the hospital wing. Now, please go along, enjoy your free time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once I was out of McGonagall's office, I leaped for joy, and did a little dance of happiness. I wasn't expelled! That made me happy. Although I had other punishments, I wasn't leaving the school that I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with joy, I sprinted off to the Ravenclaw commonroom and told Peggy and Mel, who told Renee and Nike, who were overheard by Neko and Raph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Wow Annie, you got off lucky there!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy said as she hugged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Yeah, Annie, you have no chance now if anything else happens this badly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mel said as she joined in the hugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Well, you won't be able to hang out with us after school hours are over, but at least you're not expelled." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Raph said as he hugged all of us, robbing us of the ability to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Raph, dude, I think you're killing them!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neko said as he pried Raph away from the hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee and Nike were rolling around laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy, Mel and I all looked at each other, and then we pounced on Renee and Nike, and hugged them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came and went, and I went to check on Tash, Laurie and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Sam stirred in her sleep, but otherwise, the others were dead to the world as they slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the common room and sat down on a sofa next to fire.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy came up from behind me and covered my eyes. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Guess who," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said, putting on a low voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Um... Peggy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Darn it, you're right!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy said as she sat down on the other sofa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Have you ever played Wizard Chess?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I know how to play ordinary chess, and that's the same thing, isn't it? Except for the pieces moving on their own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy produced a chess set and set it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Let's play then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started a long game of Chess. Mel came up to us whilst we were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Aaw, look at the geeks playing their geeky game of Chess!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;without realising, Mel put her hand down next to a chess piece as she was talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy and I looked at eachother, then Peggy winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Knight to E4!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said. The knight piece hopped along the board and landed heavily on Mel's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Yowch!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said as she drew her hand away from the board, knocking over all the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Game's over, I guess." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy said, standing up and packing the set away. And not a moment too soon, for the clock chimed 8 and I had to go up to my dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Night guys!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I called as I went up the stairs. I changed out of my uniform and into my pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the uniform into the dirty linen basket at the side of my bed for the house elves, and I got out a fresh and dry uniform from my trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed, I went over the day's events in my head, and I decided that this term wasn't going to be half bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1800224469188911518?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1800224469188911518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1800224469188911518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1800224469188911518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-3342397842189714921</id><published>2009-04-14T16:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:55:18.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The same old same old.</title><content type='html'>My alarm clock rang 6am as it did every morning. Yawning, I opened the curtains to my four poster and got out of bed. Sleepily, everyone else did too.&lt;br /&gt;The dormitory seemed empty that morning. Instead of the usual 7 girls per dorm, there were only 5, due to Laurie and Tash's absence.&lt;br /&gt;Each dormitory was divided into 7 girls a year, same with 7 boys for the boys' dormitories. In each house there were two dormitories per year.&lt;br /&gt;In our dormitory, most of the girls were nice. We had some mischievous twins, called Susan and Titty. They were great to hang out with, and they never got tired of taking the mickey out of teachers. Then, there were two absolutely dreadful girls. I say dreadful because they were make up wearing, hair tossing, skirt rolling up girls. Their names were Sybil and Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Morning Annie," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Titty called from her bed, smiling her cheeky smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Did you do your Transfiguration essay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yep, I'm all ready for the test this morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Titty's eyes widened in horror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You're not serious are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Dead serious." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, playing with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Nah, don't worry, I'm just joking with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing my 'Wicked the Musical' towel, I went to the showers.&lt;br /&gt;After a quick, but relaxing, shower, I got into my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;I dried and brushed my hair, then ruffled it up so that it rested on my head in its usual manner.&lt;br /&gt;Making sure my tie was straight, I looked at my appearance in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Perfect, ready for the day ahead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grabbed my books from my shelf by my bed, packed my new box of quills, and took out a fresh pot of blue ink and packed it all into my bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my bag to make sure that I had my notebook with sheafs of parchment from lessons and essays that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slung the bag on my shoulder and walked down to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Susan was already down there, packing her plate full with pancakes. On her left was her bag, saving a space for Titty, and on her right was Scott McCraig.&lt;br /&gt;I blushed and went to the far end of the table, hoping to find someone else to sit with.&lt;br /&gt;By good luck, Nike and her friends were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Hi Annie!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy called to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Come and sit with us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Yeah, come on, Annie," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mel said as she piled her plate high with eggs and bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped my bag on the floor and sat down between Mel and Peggy.&lt;br /&gt;I put a bit of food on my plate, but not much. I couldn't eat, because I was worried about what would happen after the duelling.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my food a bit, I decided that I wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm going to go now. I'll see you guys later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." I said as I was about to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that exact moment, Albus, my owl dropped me a note.&lt;br /&gt;I recognised the writing on the note straight away. My face drained of all colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Miss Bolt, could you please come to my office after lessons today. I would like to have a word with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Without another word, I sped from the hall and ran to my dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about an hour until lessons started, so I had a bit of time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;Remaining calm as possible, I started to put all of my uniform back into my trunk and then started taking down my pictures and posters. I knew what was coming already.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Proffessor McGonagall telling me that I was expelled and that the train would be taking me back home that night.&lt;br /&gt;I could just see Luella and her clones' faces when they were told that I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I could almost smell the smoke from the steam engine's mighty funnel, as I would be walking up the steps into a carriage.&lt;br /&gt;A tear slipped down my cheeks, but I rubbed it off with the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to leave Hogwarts, and it was all my fault that I would be expelled.&lt;br /&gt;Fishing under my bed, I found the Nimbus 2000.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly checking over my shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, I shrank the broom and put it into the side pocket of my trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my trunk was packed, I grabbed my school bag and went down to lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-3342397842189714921?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/3342397842189714921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/same-old-same-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3342397842189714921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3342397842189714921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/same-old-same-old.html' title='The same old same old.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-4147203161858214664</id><published>2009-04-12T21:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:26:33.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone</title><content type='html'>I sat on a sofa by the fireplace of the Ravenclaw commonroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to block out everything, I read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phrases like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll be expelled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;floated around my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clouded was my mind, that I completely failed to read my book, and I forgot all about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock chimed 6 times, then 7 and then an eighth time. The common room started to empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the first years had returned to their dormitories, and mainly people in the third year and up remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there, I stared into the fire, which flickered and eventually went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, I got up to put a log on it and light it, an older girl stopped me. She looked about 14 years old, and she had flaming orange hair that was wild, like fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Don't worry about that,"&lt;/span&gt; she said, smiling at me. Even her eyes were orange. She took one look at the glowing embers at the bottom of the fire, and the log immediately ignited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"There, that's nice and toasty now, isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl seemed very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You look lonely, where are your friends? I normally see you around with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Um, they're in the hospital wing. We got into a fight with someone," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mumbled, looking at the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Well, until they're ok, you can hang out with us. I'm Nike, by the way. I transferred here from a school in Freadwardbobertmc'hammerhimesmitopolis. Have you heard of it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shook my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I wouldn't suppose you had, it's pretty much an unknown place. Oh, I never caught your name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm Annie," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, looking up from the ground finally. I liked this girl, who spoke chattily and kindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Well Annie, I hope you get on well with my friends, the witch sisters and our brothers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she turned to her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Guys, come over here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of about four girls and two boys came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hi," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, smiling and waving at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ok guys, this is Annie. We've seen her and her friends around before." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she turned back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ok, this is Peggy," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said pointing at a medium height girl with brown, messy hair, not unlike my own. Peggy smiled and waved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"This is Mel," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nike said, pointing to a girl who had a mischievous face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"This is Renee, the oldest of us," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said, pointing to a tall girl, with long hair. She looked about 14 or 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Then, you know me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Nike pointed at a boy about her height, with Black hair dashed with white streaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"That's my twin brother, Neko. He's an idiot," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at Neko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"And that's Raph, Mel's brother. He's not too big an idiot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone started laughing at this, except for Peggy and Raph, I noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"So, Annie, why're you all on your onesies, then?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy asked me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh, me and my friends got into a BIG duel with this bully girl, and my friends all got knocked out. They're going to be staying in the hospital for a week or so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Who was this bully girl that you fought?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mel asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Luella Ren---" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before I'd even finished saying Luella's name, the group started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Well Annie, congratulations for fighting with her," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nike said, laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"She's a right little twit and no mistake,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Renee added in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"She tried to insult Nike and Neko because of their hair colours, Peggy and myself because of our families, and Mel, because she's such a clutz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Well done." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Raph said to me, clapping me on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock chimed nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm sorry, but I have to go to bed now. First Formers were meant to be in bed an hour ago. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch, will I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Of course," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peggy said to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Just look for us down at the runes, that's our favourite hang out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok, thanks, see you all tomorrow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said as I climbed up the stairs to my dormitory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my pajamas, climbed into my bed and drew the curtains of the four-poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They were nice. I liked those guys a lot. Tash, Laurie and Sam will like them a lot too, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-4147203161858214664?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/4147203161858214664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4147203161858214664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4147203161858214664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-alone.html' title='All alone'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1114470140501170141</id><published>2009-04-10T14:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:37:27.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The duel by the lake.</title><content type='html'>We walked silently down from the runes to the inlet of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella, Petunia, Sophie and Illusion-Zofka were all there, waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Luella." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said through clenched teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mudblood." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I clenched my fists, but said nothing. I didn't want to give Luella the upper hand over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"That was below the belt, Luella." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash said, jumping to my defence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us looked at her and she shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella and I stepped away from our groups and we stood facing eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I know you think that you're above me, Luella, just because you're one of those rotten purebloods. But you just think about this: You're alone. Those cronies of yours won't stick up for you. Not even my sister will. They're only your "friends" because they're scared of you. Should you be attacked by an evil entity right now, they wouldn't jump to your side, they'd run. You're alone in your life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said with my voice barely an audible whisper, but Luella heard every word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doing or saying anything more, I turned and walked back to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Come on guys, let's leave her alone with her thoughts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said as we started to walk back up the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Couldn't you have had a duel or a fist fight or something? That was boring!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam complained to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"That was one battle Sam, it's by no means the end of the war." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie said, philosophically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella watched the retreating figures of the Roamers.&lt;br /&gt;She clenched her fists and snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This isn't over!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she roared at us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned around and looked at her. Her face was contorted with rage and pure hate.&lt;br /&gt;She drew her wand and held it out infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sectumsempra!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she yelled as the curse flew from her wand and hit Laurie, missing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie fell to the ground and writhed in pain as the cuts appeared all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"How dare you do that!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash screamed, drawing her own wand. She advanced towards Luella, her eyes blazing with anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Stupefy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The red light of the spell burst forth from Tash's wand, but Luella was too quick for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Reflecto!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella screamed, reflecting the curse back at Tash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash didn't have any time to react. This spell was all new to her. She had never read about the Reflecto charm.&lt;br /&gt;Before she could react, her spell hit her full in the chest. She was sent flying through the air, and landed, sprawled on the ground next to Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zofka and Petunia had already run away from the duel, and Stan, Chicken and Titch had sprinted off, in chase of the clones, to stop them from getting a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The only people left were Sophie and Luella, versus me and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"We're going to end this right here, right now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam yelled at Luella and Sophie as she drew her wand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Avius!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she cried as her wand performed the magic of her signature spell. A swarm of small birds burst from her wand and went flying at Sophie and Luella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie received the full blow of the spell, as Luella had already acted too fast, by ducking down behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Expelliarmus!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella cast the spell, directing it at Sam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam went flying through the air and collided with a tree, knocking her unconscious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"We will end this, Luella." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, my voice full of danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards eachother, and circled, each waiting for the other to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do your worst," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella snarled at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Don't tempt me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We fell silent, still performing our dance of anger, hate and danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella broke the silence and raised her wand and started the incantation softly. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Avad----"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before she could finish, I cast the full body bind curse on her and she fell to the ground with a dull thud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"This is where we end this war." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I bent down close to her and whispered in her ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I know that there's some good in there, somewhere. You just need to find it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Without another word, I went over to my friends' unconscious bodies, and took them back to the castle and to the hospital wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Pomfrey was furious that four girls should be so badly harmed by magic, by other students, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;She made me tell her the whole story, from beginning to end. I told her of how Luella hated us, and how she attacked us down by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Madam Pomfrey was spitting mad at the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm ashamed of you. I thought you knew better than to duel. The headmistress will be told of this immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"But, she attacked us. She was the one who initiated combat!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said in protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You should've just left her, and not retaliated. Now, return to your dormitory. Your friends will not be leaving the infirmary for at least a week. The same will most likely go for Luella and your sister."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Pomfrey sent some helpers down to the inlet to collect Luella and Sophie, and took them back to the hospital wing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1114470140501170141?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1114470140501170141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/happenings-by-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1114470140501170141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1114470140501170141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/happenings-by-lake.html' title='The duel by the lake.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6815158969162165344</id><published>2009-04-07T15:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:15:03.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To the lake</title><content type='html'>Laurie, Tash and I returned to our dorm. Sam went back to her dorm and said that she would wait until we gave her the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read through the note several times and turned to Laurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What do you think this could mean?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Well, I think this means that we need to be ready for whatever she has in store for us. I know that she has already trashed the den and that she also told Prof. Malfoy about our 'Shinanigans'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I personally think this means that we should kick her butt." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash piped up from her bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my bed and thought for a moment. Fiddling with my watch, I made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"We're most likely going to have to turn ourselves in. This war can't go on forever. I mean, do we &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;want to end up like Prof. Malfoy and Prof. Potter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash and Laurie looked at eachother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Are you b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eing serious?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They asked me in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I was just wondering. Please don't kill me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The clock on the wall chimed a quarter to the hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off my bed and threw on my robe, and put my wand in its pocket, where I could get it out when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Showtime." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash said, sounding extremely evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran from the Ravenclaw tower to Gryffindor tower, where we found Sam locked outside the commonroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Forgot the password again?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie asked, cocking an eyebrow and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said with indignation, arms crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raised our eyebrows at her, and almost immediately, her composure cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Fine. I forgot the password."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Come on you," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said, pulling her up from the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"It's time to go and meet with the Devil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We walked down the steps of the school and when we reached the runes atop the hill with the paths going to the Owlery or the Lake, I checked my map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Luella and her clones are there, along with my sister." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"That's great." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"At least there are no teachers there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash pointed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie pulled the map towards her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"But look. If we conjure up a picture," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said as she did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Zofka looks different." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her eyes scanned the map quickly. She found Zofka's spot hidden in the trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"They've got an illusion of Zofka so that they can get her to scoot off and find the principle if need be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Don't worry," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash said, looking slightly mischievous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I have my own reinforcements." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She pointed to three spots in the trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I got Stan, Chicken and Titch to hide in the case &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;needed some help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Stan? Chicken? Titch?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I asked, confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Those are Helen, Alice and Phoebe's nicknames." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said, knowledgedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Right. Let's just go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6815158969162165344?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6815158969162165344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6815158969162165344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6815158969162165344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-lake.html' title='To the lake'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-2474444574022126479</id><published>2009-01-17T10:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:54:55.325Z</updated><title type='text'>More visitors.</title><content type='html'>I turned onto my side and blocked my sister out. She got up and left the hospital wing without another word. I bit my lip and turned to call back to her but she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the ceiling and thought about what had been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister, the person who I thought was my best friend, was defending my enemy. My enemy put me into the hospital and my friends and I are on the war path. Luella's not going to know what's coming to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The door opened and three people walked in. I lifted my head and saw that it was Tash, Laurie and Sam. I got out of bed and rushed up to them and hugged them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You guys believe me, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You mean that we believe that Luella is the reason why you're here and that we're all out for revenge?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash, Laurie and I looked at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sely." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We said in unison, evil grins spreading across our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." Sam said, rubbing her palms together and looking altogether more evil than the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok, stop it Sam, you're scaring us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!" I said, jokily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down on my bed and started discussing our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"So, Annie, when are you getting out of this prison cell, I mean, well... yeah, this prison cell?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I get out today. Madam Pomfrey said that I'm in a fit enough state to get out of here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Brilliant, we can get started on the plans today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie fished in her pocket for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An uneasy look spread across her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Um, Annie, I found this on my bed this morning and this on yours." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She handed me a scrumpled up note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it and read it.&lt;br /&gt;It was from Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bolt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that it was you and one of your vile friends that sabotaged my broom and sent me to the hospital wing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going to tell the professors this and then you'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;expelled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, &lt;/strong&gt;I guess that I could &lt;em&gt;forget &lt;/em&gt;to tell them if you choose to do exactly as I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meet me at 3pm today down by the lake and we'll discuss it. We can get &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;off our chests there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read and re-read the lett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;er. &lt;em&gt;That girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Laurie, what does your letter say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"It says the same thing, Annie. I say that we have to go down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"We'll all go down together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Don't worry, Annie, we're standing behind you on this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sssh. One sec. Talk really loudly about boys for a minute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The girls did so and I checked the map and sure enough, Luella and the Luella-ettes, including Sophie, were standing outside the door, listening in on the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crept up to the door and got out a dungbomb and lobbed it through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Roamers 3 - Clones 1."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-2474444574022126479?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/2474444574022126479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-visitors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2474444574022126479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2474444574022126479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-visitors.html' title='More visitors.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-3642588071848922192</id><published>2009-01-03T13:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:48:02.711Z</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Annie. Annie! ANNIE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone was shaking me gently, trying to wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aah!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I yelled as I was jogged into full consciousness. I fell out of bed and looked around to see who it was visiting me. I turned around to see my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh, it's you Sophie. Hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Hello Annie, are you ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I've been better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"What happened? The teachers just said that you'd tripped going up the stair and had bashed your head badly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm sure you won't believe me even if I tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Honestly Annie! If you say it was Luella, then you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need to grow up. She&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;did nothing to you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Really? Well I'll be sure to go and apologise to her then, for somehow, imagining that she was right behind me when someone hit me REALLY hard in the back of my head!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Annie, there is nothing wrong with Luella!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Just go away, Sophie. I'm not in the mood to talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((sorry for the shortness of this post, don't really have much time.))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-3642588071848922192?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/3642588071848922192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-visitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3642588071848922192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3642588071848922192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-visitor.html' title='An unexpected visitor'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-2401128140898063635</id><published>2009-01-01T00:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:45:14.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Coming to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Everything was blurry. Light beamed in through my half closed eyes. &lt;em&gt;Where am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Hey, Sam, Laurie! She's coming back to us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard a voice say. It was Tash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Is she ok? Has she said anything?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard Laurie say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"If Luella had anything to do with this, I swear she's got something coming to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!" I heard Sam say in both anger and frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Well, if you do anything to Luella, Sam, then let me help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." I said softly. Everyone jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Annie! Are you ok? What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Was it Luella?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Can I please hurt Luella?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone bombarded me with questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Girls, girls, girls. I'm sure Annie can answer your questions another day, right now, she needs to know everything. If you could please leave and go to your next lesson, that would be apreciable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madam Pomfrey said, as she tried to shepherd my best friends out of the hospital wing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"We'll come back tomorrow, Annie!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam shouted as she was pushed out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Well, I suppose you need to know a few things. Well, first of all, it's the end of the first week of term. As I am sure you are aware, you have missed your exams. Now, I would like to know everything that you can remember so that I can piece together what happened to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madam Pomfrey said as she handed me some soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok. Well, from what I can remember, Luella thought that Laurie and I were the ones who had caused her to fall off her broom in the holidays. When Laurie and I were in Hogsmeade, we saw her stalking around and she glared at us evilly. We met our best friends off the train and went up the steps to the school. When we were on the grand staircase, something hard hit me in the back of the head. I turned around and saw Luella and her friends. She smirked at me and said something. Then, I blacked out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ok. Do you have any idea what hit you in the head?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Well. I'll leave you here with your soup. Try to get some sleep. There are some books for you to read, if you get bored. Oh, and by the way, is there something you would wish to share with me? Like, for example, the fact that you have managed to become an Animagus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"How did you find out, Madam Pomfrey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"When I was examining you, I came across some magical residue from the spell. It was very well done, if I may add, but completely irresponsible. Good day, Annie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madam Pomfrey turned to go. She was nearly in her office when I quickly called after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Madam Pomfrey, could you please not tell any of the teachers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Of course, don't worry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was left on my own. I looked around for something to do, when my eyes spied some Get well soon cards and packages. They were from the Marauders and there were even some from Helen and Alice and Phoebz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Might as well get some sleep. I'll see the others tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-2401128140898063635?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/2401128140898063635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2401128140898063635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2401128140898063635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-to.html' title='Coming to...'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-7448343542110733065</id><published>2008-12-30T10:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:17:04.558Z</updated><title type='text'>The train arrives.</title><content type='html'>I turned to face Laurie. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Do you think we wasted our holiday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No. Why do you ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I just feel empty, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"It's just the shock about your sister, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh, ok. Well, whilst we're here in Hogsmeade, waiting for the train, why not do one last spot of sweet shopping for the midnight feast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Might as well." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie said as she looked at her watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"The train isn't due for another half hour, or so. Give or take ten minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and I wondered around Hogsmeade for a while, just talking, until we came to Honeydukes. We went in, all excited to be buying sweets, when we saw at the counter, Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"She got better fast! Look, there's my sister with her! Oh *bleep*."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Come on Annie, let's go, we've got enough sweets for the midnight feast for that matter, and we can always get some food from the kitchens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We trudged back through the slushy snow, in time to see the crimson train pull into the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;k." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie and I said as we smiled at the thought of seeing our two best friends. Hundreds of students swarmed out of the trains. We stood up on the benches that were on the station to get a better view of the people leaving the carriages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see Tash or Sam. We looked at eachother, worried. Suddenly, we felt a sharp pain in the backs of our legs. We turned round and saw the bright, smiling faces of Sam and Tash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sam!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Tash!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie and I said at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Tash!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Sam!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We said at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Have you guys been practising that? You're really good at it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said, smiling. We all hugged and walked back to the castle together. On our way back, we relayed everything that had happened in the holidays. Sam would gasp at the correct times, whereas Tash would cut in and try to make a comment about Luella's behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climed up the stairs of the castle and as we did so, something hit me in the back of my head, hard.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to see Luella and the Clones' sneering faces looking at me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Payback." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard Luella say as I fell over. I saw a malicious grin spread across her face, and then I blacked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-7448343542110733065?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/7448343542110733065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/12/train-arrives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/7448343542110733065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/7448343542110733065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/12/train-arrives.html' title='The train arrives.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6602495582608164373</id><published>2008-12-28T22:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:57:11.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time is here!</title><content type='html'>It was Christmas morning and Laurie and I were sat in our dormitory, exchanging gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Merry Christmas Lolly!"&lt;/span&gt; I said as I handed over my present. Laurie opened it and as she did so, an illusion of a bird flew out and landed on her head. "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bet you didn't see that coming, did you!"&lt;/span&gt; Laurie's face when she saw her present was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Aaaaw, thanks Annie! A fluffy toy owl! I love it! I've never had a toy owl, let alone a real one! It's fantastic! Thank yooooou sooo much!"&lt;/span&gt; Laurie said, as she put the owl back into the wooden box it was in.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did I say it was a toy owl? No, I didn't! It's your very own owl. It's a scops owl and I thought you would like it, seeing as your mum doesn't like you sending her letters with my owl, as he's so clumsy. BUT remember, this is your birthday present too."&lt;/span&gt; Laurie and I hugged and Laurie's owl hopped onto her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I shall call him Fluffy, and he shall be mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No, I'm not calling him Fluffy! I'm going to call him... Thor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Thor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Thor. Because he looks all windblown and Thor was the God of storms, if I remember my Scandinavian mythology... here, have your present."&lt;/span&gt; Laurie said as she thrust a parcel into my hands. I opened it and in it was a selection of jokes from Zonko's and a beautiful quill from Scrivenshaft's in Hogsmeade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "Aaaw, thanks Laurie! You're the best! I love these practical jokes and this must be the most beautiful quill I have ever seen! This is great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Think nothing of it. It is Christmas after all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Come on, let's go and visit Luella in the Hospital Wing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We quickly walked down to the Hospital wing, but when we heard voices, we paused to listen to what was being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Come on Sophie, I know it was your sister. I need my payback. You PROMISED me that you would give me the dirt on Bolt."&lt;/span&gt; It was Luella and Sophie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ok then Luella, anything for you."&lt;/span&gt; We heard Sophie simpering from inside. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"She is deathly afraid of Snails, she still sleeps with a toy and she has a diary absolutely FULL of embarassing stories. I have it here if you want it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Perfect. Give me the book, now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Laurie and she mouthed some rude sayings about the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And to think that I trusted my sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself. We heard Sophie get up to go. We hid behind the doors as she went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Those b...witches! I can't believe my sister is selling me out to Luella!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Don't worry Annie, we'll get them back. Come on, let's give Luella her present and go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I can't now go in after hearing what they said. Sure, it was our fault that Luella is in this state, but my own sister? I... I... I just don't know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Annie, forget about it. We'll just drop her present on her bed. Say that we hope she gets better soon and then we can go and play some Quidditch. I have some friends who are still here that are quite nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You're right, Laurie. Come on, before I change my mind again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in and gave Luella her present then quickly left. We went down to the broomshed to get our newly acquired brooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to start playing another game of Beater bludgeroo, when some people came onto the Quidditch pitch. 2 were in Hufflepuff and one was in Slytherin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Laurie, do you know who any of them are? I recognise them from somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yeah, they came into our compartment on the Hogwarts express before Luella and her scumbag friends. Um, the Slytherin girl is Helen Higgs, I know that. I can't remember the two Hufflepuff girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hi Laurie! Hi Annie! How's your Christmas day been going?"&lt;/span&gt; The Slytherin girl said. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If you don't remember me, my name's Helen. These are my friends Phoebe,"&lt;/span&gt; she gestured to the shorter girl. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"and Alice. She likes Chickens."&lt;/span&gt; She gestured to the taller girl. All three were carrying Comet 260s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Want to play some 3 on 2 Quidditch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yeah, Ok."&lt;/span&gt; Said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got onto our brooms and started playing a great game. Soon it got dark so we went inside to get our Christmas dinner. Laurie, Helen, Phoebe, Alice and I were all sat at the end of the table together. We pulled our Wizard crackers and had a brilliant time. In my Wizard cracker, I got a top hat and a fake wand which melted on use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hey, Annie. I know your sister. She's rather chummy with that horrid Luella, isn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I gave Helen a weird look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aren't you in Slytherin, though? I thought you would like Luella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"NO way! I may be in Slytherin, but it's only because I'm ambitious. I really dislike Luella with every fibre of my being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the other end of the table, Sophie was shooting nasty looks at Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's most definately up to something. This is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, in bed, Annie and Laurie were chatting from either side of the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"It's been a fabulous day! Apart from Luella turning my own sister against me, of course. But otherwise, it's been great! We got some absolutely fantastic gifts from our family and friends and we had an absolutely scrummy Quidditch match with Helen, Phoebz and Alice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie looked at me weirdly. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Scrummy? Have you been watching Daisy Pulls it off, again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Maybe... Fine. OK! I watched Daisy Pulls it off recently. Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the Nargles bite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The holidays passed all too quickly after Christmas day and soon enough, they came to the last day of their holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6602495582608164373?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6602495582608164373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6602495582608164373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6602495582608164373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas time is here!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-8999262575649571459</id><published>2008-11-13T12:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:39:48.229Z</updated><title type='text'>The hospital wing</title><content type='html'>It took a while to get up to the Hospital wing with the combined weight of Luella and her broomstick. I decided it would be easier to levitate her and just fly her there in less time, but as magic was banned in the school, I thought better of it. Checking my map every so often, I found that Prof. Malfoy was coming round the corner and would soon find me. I hid Luella behind the tapestry that conveniently hung next to me and hid the broom and took out my comic of the Beano that had been delivered by my owl that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Miss Bolt, I trust that you are not doing any illegal activities?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No sir, I'm doing no activities of the sort you speak to me of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Yes... hm. Have you seen Luella anywhere? I need to talk to her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes, I think she's down by the boathouse or in Hogsmeade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh, thank you. Carry on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He strode round the corner and I carried on to the hospital wing the Luella and her broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there quite soon and found Madam Pomfrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What's wrong with this poor dear girl!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"She fell off her broom and then the Whomping Willow pummelled her. I saw it happening. There was nothing I could do!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was lying through my teeth but there was nothing I could do. If I told her that Laurie had done this to Luella, and that I helped, we would be expelled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"By the looks of it, she'll have to stay here for at least a week!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Can I please stay with her for a while, until I know she's ok? It would be horrible to spend Christmas in the hospital wing. I hope she'll be ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ok. Do you know if any of her friends are staying here this holiday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeah, my twin sister Sophie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ok. If you want to go get her, then I'll bandage up Luella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes Madam Pomfrey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I ran up to the common room to find Laurie there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"This is terrible! I can't believe how bad this is! Thank you for not telling her that it was us, I really don't want to leave Hogwarts. Ok, once you've told your sister, we'll go into Hogsmeade to get her a Christmas present. Although she deserved what was coming to her, she needs to be cheered up. I had to spend a Christmas in St.Mungo's when I was given a tester sweet that went wrong and I had a nose the size of my body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I owl-posted Sophie with the news about Luella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Laurie and I got out the last of our month's pocket money and put on our winter cloaks an trudged through the snow to Hogsmeade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-8999262575649571459?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/8999262575649571459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/hospital-wing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8999262575649571459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8999262575649571459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/hospital-wing.html' title='The hospital wing'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1411336581412397751</id><published>2008-11-07T12:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:54.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Luella's in for it now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ok Laurie, I am in! Let's get that girl! First Scott McCraig and now my Sister!!! I will be avenged!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok, enough of the mad monologue. Let's get down to business!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found her broom and quickly bewitched it. We quickly ran to the whomping willow courtyard and dis-illusioned ourselves. In but a few minutes, Luella had arrived with her broomstick. She mounted it and climbed higher and higher. Laurie and I whipped out our wands. Laurie then took her wand and swiped it around in mad circles, as she did so, Luella's broom flew around mirroring Laurie's wand movements. Luella's face was hilarious!!! Laurie then flicked her wand so that the broomstick flipped upside down. Luella was nearly off at that point. Laurie then made quick and mad zig-zags with her wand. This time we succeeded in catapulting her off her broom. As we had hoped, Luella landed in a heap under the whomping willow. It started to twitch and then it started whacking around. It narrowly missed her several times. I started to have second doubts about whether our plan was in fact good. I quickly made a decision and decided to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;I leapt towards where Luella lay and as I was in mid-air, transformed. I sprinted straight past her and hurtled towards the trunk of the whomping willow. I found the notch and immobilised it. Luella was safe, for now. As Luella lay unconscious on the ground, Laurie came over to me and I transformed back into a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"What do you think you're doing!?! You've ruined our plan! What made you do such a thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I'm doing what's&lt;/span&gt; rght, and you can't stop me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bent down and hoisted Luella up on to my shoulders, picked up her damaged broomstick, and took her up to the Hospital wing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1411336581412397751?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1411336581412397751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/luellas-in-for-it-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1411336581412397751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1411336581412397751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/luellas-in-for-it-now.html' title='Luella&apos;s in for it now!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-4191531803164174022</id><published>2008-11-03T21:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:23:50.656Z</updated><title type='text'>An interesting development</title><content type='html'>As soon as we returned to the dormitory, I disillusioned Laurie and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm sooooo going to kill Luella!!! Laurie, I'm joining you in hexing Luella's broom. She won't know what's come over her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You're on. Come on, let's go up to bed. I need a kip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As soon as I got into my bed, I drew the curtains closed around me and illuminated my wand tip and took out my map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over my map and saw the two dots from the astronomy tower move away from each other. I tapped the Luella spot and saw that she had a bloody nose. I then tapped the Scott McCraig spot and saw that he had a red slap mark all over the right hand side of his face. Then I thought that it may be due to Luella breaking up with Scott. I formulated a plan that when I could, I would approach Scott. I quickly flashed my eyes back over the map and saw Scott approaching the Ravenclaw tower, but around the corner was filch! I whispered into the end of my wand for him to hide. I saw his dot then move behind the tapestry. He was safe, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we all went downstairs to breakfast, to find a big golden 3 hanging up over the dais. As we sat down, Prof. McGonagall stood up and said, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I'm sure you have all noticed the big golden number. This is to show that there are only three days to Christmas. As a treat, I would like to tell you that the whole school are allowed to go to Hogsmeade whenever they want to and that unlimited access to the broom shed has been granted to all of you, even first years. Have fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie and I wolfed down our breakfast and rushed out to the den. We got a smallish leather ball and borrowed some of the old un-claimed Nimbus 2000s that had been left over the years. We played a great game of beater bludgeroo, a game we invented ourselves. What we did was we bumped the ball between each other using only a beater's bat and then tried to knock each other off of their brooms. Later on, we went to Prof. McGonagall's office to ask her if we could claim the Nimbus 2000s that had been in the broom shed for nigh over 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Please professor, these brooms have been in the broom shed for about 10 years so that means that the people that they belonged to have now left the school, as the nimbus 2000 is a really old model since the Nimbus 3000 came out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yes Professor. I looked at Broom Brigade monthly magazine and it said that the old Nimbus 2000 is one of the cheapest Nimbus models currently on the market. As it was first manufactured 14 years ago, those Nimbus 2000s in the broom shed are only worth the amount of a 3rd year's book set for Hogwarts and that's a maximum of 60 galleons and in the condition that the brooms in question are in, you would be lucky to get 47 galleons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Well... as you have put forward a very strong argument, I will permit you to take these Nimbus 2000 brooms on the one condition that you don't tell anyone in your year. As you know we can't allow first years to have brooms in school. Thank you very much for coming to see me girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;k you P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rofes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We left prof. McGonagall's office and ran straight to the broom shed. We looked for the two Nimbus Two Thousands that we had been using, but before we found them, Laurie checked her watch and saw that it was 4:20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Quick, find Luella's comet 290! We'll do the hex now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found the broom and Laurie performed the spell. We heard footsteps so we hid behind the quidditch equipment chests. We saw Luella and my sister Sophie walk in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella rammed Sophie up to the door and started to question her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ok Sophie, are you my friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Yes Luella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Now, since we are friends.... would you do me an itsy-bitsy favour?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella asked her in a sickly cutesy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Of course Luella. Anything for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ok. Give me all the dirt on Bolt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You mean Annie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yeah. Bolt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I dunno what to say... I can't betray my sister."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'll give you until boxing day to decide where your loyalties lie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-4191531803164174022?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/4191531803164174022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-with-broomsticks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4191531803164174022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4191531803164174022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-with-broomsticks.html' title='An interesting development'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-3245897648215872617</id><published>2008-10-16T12:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:51:26.650Z</updated><title type='text'>The creation of thye map.</title><content type='html'>That night, we got out of bed and put on our winter cloaks. It was getting to be really cold at the castle. It took a while for us to disillusion ourselves successfully, often we would have a foot that was still visible or our ears. But eventually we were completely disillusioned and set off for the highest astronomy tower. Normally, the astronomy towers were out of bounds and students were only allowed up there with teachers for lessons. Eventually, after getting lost several times, we made it. But we weren't the only people there. We got up there and started to look around at the view, when we heard murmuring from our right. I shot a look at Laurie and motioned her to follow me, although we were invisible we could both see each other. There were 2 bodies standing close to each other in a passionate embrace. On closer inspection, we saw that the two people were literally sucking each other's face off. I was about to fall over from the silent mirth when Laurie got behind the girl and was literally wetting herself with silent laughter. I went up to the girl as close as I could and realised that the people who were kissing were Luella and Scott McCraig! The guy who &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;fancied! I was so going to kill her! Laurie and I went to the exact centre of the moonolight courtyard and said the spell. As soon as our wands had touched the paper, a huge map of hogwarts spread over it. We decided to try out the powers of the new map. We found the dot where we were and where Luella and Scott were and poked our wands at their dots. A picture of what they were doing spread up to cover the section of a 10 cm squared space on the map. It was fantastic! I then put the tip of my wand to mouth and whispered into it: Luella, say "Scott, it's over." Then I put my wand onto the picture of Luella and she did exactly what I had wanted her to do! It was hilarious!!! The map had serious powers! I tapped the picture twice and it vanished and then said to the map: Mischief managed. Just like the Marauder's Map, the whole map disappeared, leaving only a blank piece of parchment the size of my palm. Laurie then made hers and we made our way back to the dorms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-3245897648215872617?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/3245897648215872617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/10/creation-of-thye-map.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3245897648215872617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3245897648215872617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/10/creation-of-thye-map.html' title='The creation of thye map.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1272195874390272734</id><published>2008-10-09T12:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:32:22.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The sneak of the 1st</title><content type='html'>We knew it had been done by Luella. There was no-one else who knew about our den. We had to go and find her, but how could we? The castle was so big! We could never find her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that today would have to be the day we made our map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back into the den and started to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Wingardium Leviosa!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With a flick of her wand, Laurie made all the boxes zoom back into place but in doing so, sent one flying into my head! It was really painful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Hahaha!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie cackled with glee at what she had done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"We'll see about that!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With a wave of my wand, I sent all the pillows flying at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We quickly finished cleaning our den and then started to have a pillow fight with bewitched pillows. It was great fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" You know what, Annie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You need to work on your aim!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that I shot another pillow at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Thanks, you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly an owl zoomed into our den through the portal to Hogsmeade and crashed into the wall of the cave. It was the one we had sent earlier. It dropped a note in our lap and went back to the post office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dear Annie and Laurie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thanks for the parcel, I'm not allowed to open it yet, but knowing you two, it's going to be great! On the train back home, I was looking up revealing spells in 'The Auror's Companion: Constant Vigilance!' by Mad-Eye Moody, and I found a really good one to map out a whole building onto a peice of parchment. What you do is this: Go to the highest point of the building with a piece of parchment with you. Then, you point your wand at it and say: Carta edifica. I've got to go now, mum hates the amount of bird droppings we get from owls. By the way, thanks for not using Albus, mum would have gone balistic had he smashed her favourite vase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;See you soon, hex Luella for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was nice to hear from Sam. We just wondered what we were going to do now that Luella had threatened us further. Although we knew that first years were not allowed broomsticks, we knew that Luella had snuck her comet 290 into school after half-term and flew it whenever she got the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I've got an idea! You know how she flies her Comet 290 every afternoon at 3:25 outside of the Owlery near the Whomping Willow. Well, I found a book recently *ahem* in the Restricted Section,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"WHAT?!?!?!? The restricted section!?!? You know we're not allowed to go there!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked at her with admiration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"How did you do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Being an animagus is certainly very helpful. Now, where was I? Oh yes. This book I read said that the only was to hex a broomstick is to set fire to the handle but with a freeze fire charm. It will put the broomstick under your complete control for 24 hours. You can see why this spell is illegal in Quidditch Leagues. So I thought, I do that and we fly her under the whomping willow and see what happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I don't know. She may get hurt. If you want to do it, so be it. But on your head be it. If she gets hurt or even worse, killed, I shudder to think at what may happen to you. If you do it, leave me out of it. I'll watch in my dog form, but I won't do anything bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1272195874390272734?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1272195874390272734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/10/sneak-of-1st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1272195874390272734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1272195874390272734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/10/sneak-of-1st.html' title='The sneak of the 1st'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-5112006391759220430</id><published>2008-09-16T20:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:01:04.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Holidays</title><content type='html'>It was finally the Christmas Holidays!!! Mostly everyone in the school had gone back home for the holidays, but about 14 people had remained in Hogwarts. Laurie and I had the whole of Ravenclaw tower to ourselves for a whole three weeks! Plus no homework!!! How could it get any better? Well, it did! Not only did we have the whole Ravenclaw tower to ourselves, it was always snowing outside and the castle was always cozy and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the first day having snowball fights outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of pelting each other with snow, we retreated to the den. The inside had magically transformed into a "Winter Wonderland" in our absence.&lt;br /&gt;The note on the wall carried the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Messrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs&lt;br /&gt;wish you a merry Christmas and hope you have fun.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you like the den.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was covered in fake snow with lots of butter beer and chocolates and, what's more, a passage to Hogsmeade! We checked around and made sure that no-one was around, and went down our secret passage. It was a special treat for anyone left in the castle that christmas to go to Hogsmeade, but when we sent our owls, our permission slips were late, so we didn't get to go. So it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to Honeydukes sweet shop and bought some presents for the others. We didn't particularly trust Albus to be able to deliver our presents without harming someone when he arrived so we used a postal owl. For Tash, we bought her some Bertie Botts' Every flavour beans and chocolates frogs with a gift packet from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and for Sam, we bought her a set of jokes from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and a Gryffindor style scarf with lions on it that actually roared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we had finished with our christmas shopping, we went to the three broomsticks and bought some butterbeer to take back with us to Hogwarts. On our way back, we dropped into Honeydukes and bought a tonne of chocolate to celebrate christmas with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, we noticed something was wrong imediately, the boxes had been over turned, glasses smashed and pictures ripped off the wall. We saw, written in Red acroos the wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know your secret, Bolt, give over your den to me or I will reveal to everyone your secret. Yes, I know about your sister. You have until Christmas Day to hand yourself over. 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and I looked at each other, then said in perfect unison, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Lue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lla!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She had infiltrated our den. This meant war and I didn't care if I lost my sister as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-5112006391759220430?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/5112006391759220430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5112006391759220430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5112006391759220430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-holidays.html' title='The Christmas Holidays'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6725476658946858721</id><published>2008-09-12T12:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:11:03.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret's out!</title><content type='html'>Tash, Laurie and Sam all came bounding down the hill in their dog forms and transformed back into their usual forms. Unfortunately, Laurie, somehow still had a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Uuuh, Laurie, you may want to finish off with your tail." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pointed out to Laurie, trying not to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she turned around and chased her tail, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"thanks. You know, that's kinda fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Anyway, Annie, what's this you want to tell us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Yeah! Tell us about your house-change!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"What? House-Change?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie looked very confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Yeah, House-change because I saw her in Gryffindor common room and in Gryffindor uniform."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You two, Shut up!!! You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;," she pointed at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, "Explain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok then. I need you to it down. I have a lot to tell you. I'm not an only child as I have led you all to believe, I have a twin sister who is called Sophie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Good one Annie! Twin sister! Ok, tell us what you're really on about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"That's the thing. I'm nkot joking, I really do have a twin sister. When we came to Hogwarts, we separated into other factions. I went off on my own, and she went off with some girls whom she had met in Diagon Alley. It turns out that the girls who are her friends are Luella and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luella-ettes. None of you say anything. We haven't been in much contact except for some notes. She gets up early to go down to breakfast and leaves early and then she comes in last for lessons and leaves first. She spends her free time outside down in the boathouse with Luella and her clones. Apart from those three friends, she prefers her solitude. She begged me to tell everyone that I was an only child and to only say something if someone saw her. You got that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They said in perfect unison, all looking at me with the uniform disbelieving expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok then. The moment you have been waiting for. Sophie, could you please come out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came out from behind the rock which had been keeping her from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Hello. I'm Sophie. Nice to meet you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she turned to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Annie, I have to go now. I'm meeting up with my friends down at the boathouse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The girls all gasped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left, they bombarded me with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Why didn't you tell us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You promised us you wouldn't keep anything from us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The girls all left in a huff, all except Laurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You know, I think you were right. You honoured your promise to your sister. I'm guessing the others will be going home for christmas since they both got letters from their parents telling them to come back. I'm staying though. I think it will be fun. Tell you what, we'll map the school together. There won't be anyone to stop us.  You think that will be ok? I've got to go, I need to go to the library and finish my H.O.M report on the Goblin revolts of 1287."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok, thanks. See you. Good thing that it's Saturday, the Hols start tomorrow! We must finish our homework so we have holidays free, eh? See ya soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went off towards the owlery to send my parents their Christmas present packages containing my favourite Wizard sweets and a cross-stitch golden-snitch iPod case for mum and a package of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unknown to me,  a sixth person had been listening in on our conversations. Luella came out from behind the little crop of trees and sniggered to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hehe, Sophie's going to help me now with humiliaiting Annie. Whether she knows it or not! Muahahaha!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6725476658946858721?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6725476658946858721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/secrets-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6725476658946858721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6725476658946858721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/secrets-out.html' title='The Secret&apos;s out!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-8835957167395182264</id><published>2008-09-10T12:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:54:45.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Sophie.</title><content type='html'>I sent a quick reply back to Sam saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sam, meet us tomorrow in the hideout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have something to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claws,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;' ' '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok, guys. Meet me in the hideout tomorrow after breakfast and I'll fill you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't tell you here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that, I rushed up to bed and closed the curtains of my four poster and got out some more parchment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sophie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sam, one of my friends, has spotted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Must tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meet me at the Sandy cove down by the lake after breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DO NOT BE SEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I made sure that no-one was watching and called my owl Albus to my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok Albus. I need you to take this to Sophie in Gryffindor tower. Got that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Make sure you're not clumsy. See you soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next morning, we went down to breakfast as usual and wolfed down our toast and cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Ok Annie, what's the deal with this look-a-like in Gryffindor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yeah tell us pal," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie punched me in the arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;," buddy, chum, AMigo!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she punctuated each and every word with a harder punch each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You finished bruising my arm yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Nearly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie gave me an almighty punch and I toppled to the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok. Now I'm done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ok. Annie, TELL US!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I CAN'T TELL YOU HERE!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone in the hall turned round to look at me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Meet me at the hideout in 5 minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed off down to the sandy cove to meet my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Hello there Annie. Ok, what is it you wanted to tell me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"My friends. They've seen you. They're meeting me down here in five minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Ok. Well. I'll have to meet them then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-8835957167395182264?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/8835957167395182264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/mee_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8835957167395182264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8835957167395182264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/mee_10.html' title='Meeting Sophie.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-4255259660774651466</id><published>2008-09-05T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:48:02.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas comes over the castle.</title><content type='html'>It was the end of November and we were ever nearing the start of our Christmas holidays. The castle had been transformed overnight into a Winter Wonderland, fake snow fell in every corridor and everywhere there were floating candles that gave off the smell of fir trees, those were so amazing. But overall, the Great Hall looked the best. Twelve humongous Christmas trees had been put up, all covered with house decorations, three trees per house, miniature Santas flew around on toy brooms over all the tables and a group of ghosts were always sat in the corner singing Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had three days left until the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Can't you wait until the holidays?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I whispered to Sam during Potions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Like, le Duh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said all to loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"You two, quiet!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;barked Prof. Malfoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and Tash behind us started giggling uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh, Shut up, Tash!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hissed over my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang and we all got up and left for our next lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ok then class. What do you think we're going to do today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You're going to show us how you did in the Dark Lord?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie piped up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh come on loser, you're so stupid. It's obvious that he's going to teach us how to duel." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella sneered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Luella, five points from Slytherin. Ok class, today we will be doing a practical lesson on simple combative spells or otherwise known as disarming spells. Ok, if you can get out your notebooks and take down the notes and spells written on the board then we can get started."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We quickly finished taking our notes. He paired us up with random people, some of whom we had never met before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was paired up with her Slytherin crush, Delphinus Malfoy. She went bright red when she made his wand fly into her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Laurie was paired with Petunia Pygge, whom immediately got to work in attacking Laurie, it was all she could do to protect herself on the onslaught of hexes.&lt;br /&gt;Tash was paired with Peter Broom, a tall Hufflepuff boy who was very clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then paired with a boy whom I had never met. His name was Scott McCraig. He was in Ravenclaw but I had not come across him. He was the most charming, handsome and witty boy I had ever met. I went so bright red when he flicked my wand out of my hand. It was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson soon ended, thankfully, and we went to go have our dinner. We all sat in our usual seats and we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"OMG, I duelled with Delphinus! He was so cute when In took his wand! What about you Laurie, what was your experience in being *ahem* hexed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Painful. Excruciatingly painful! So humiliating!!! What about you Tash?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Fun, Peter Broom was so clumsy that he tripped over his own feet every few minutes! Hilarious! What about you Annie?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Well, first off, pass me a sausage from the plate on your right, then I'll tell you. Thanks. Right. You see that guy down there on the other side of the table chatting with Brown? That is Scott McCraig. He is so charming, handsome and witty! He was so amazing! I actually blushed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Wow, Annie! It seems that there may still be hope yet to turn you into a girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"That's not the end of it. At then end, rather than hitting my wand out of my hand, he accidentally knocked me over with his spell and he blushed furiously when that happened. He stuttered an apology and helped me back to my feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Brilliant! Well, it seems that all we need to do now is to make Annie into a proper girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Do you know what time it is? I'm expecting an owl from my mum saying if I can stay here for Christmas. I need to go at 6:30."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Oh. it's 25 past right now. You should go. For that matter, I'm done. I'm going upstairs. Anyone joining me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam went to Gryffindor Tower and we went to Ravenclaw tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on the door-knocker and it said in a wheezy voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You heard me before,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you hear me again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I die, 'Til you call me again&lt;br /&gt;What am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"That's simple. A phoenix."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Nope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Um, is it a... um... an echo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You may enter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went into our common room and I promptly got a letter from Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Annie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've just seen the strangest thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I went into my common room and waited for my owl when someone came in. I didn't look round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but obviously, they didn't see me and went and sat on one of the chairs by the fire with a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I swear she looked just like you. Except that she was wearing golden snitch earrings, but when I last saw YOU, you were wearing nimbus 2000 earrings. Strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;EXPLAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh no! She'd seen Sophie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-4255259660774651466?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/4255259660774651466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-comes-over-castle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4255259660774651466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4255259660774651466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-comes-over-castle.html' title='Christmas comes over the castle.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6204335009285248619</id><published>2008-08-23T15:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:18:52.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Animagi at last!</title><content type='html'>Luella was gone and so were her clones. We checked around one more time to make sure no one else was around and then Laurie set up the area for the spell. I got my notes out and checked them over one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SLAhxZ-S8vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sRuw0c2mLqQ/s1600-h/Animagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723499301368562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="301" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SLAhxZ-S8vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sRuw0c2mLqQ/s320/Animagi.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Laurie set it up, Tash volunteered to go first. She was shaking with fear but went and stood in the center of the triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Are you ready?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeah, don't worry Tash, I won't let anything go wrong. Are you completely sure you want to go first?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok Fetcher? You completely ready?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Yes Guard, I'm ready."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." I pointed my wand at her and recited the incantation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, "Animagus Doggus Golden Retriever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As soon as I had said the incantation, she immediately started to shimmer with light and started to change form into her chosed dog. Then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped and where Tash had been, a big Golden retriever was standing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Tash? Can you hear me? Nod if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." The dog nodded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;. "Ok, now try changing back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The dog started to grow and it's paws changed into hands and feet. The ears sunk down the head and were once again human. In a matter of seconds, Tash was standing in front of us once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"That felt amazing! It was great! Thanks so much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok, Bite, your turn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam then walked into the triangle. Looking much more relaxed as Laurie prepared herself to do the spell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ready bite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Just do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Animagus Doggus Belgian Sheepdog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam immediately went through the transformation just as Tash had done and then turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked a bit dizzy and disorientated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Wow, that was amazing! I loved it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok Laurie, your turn now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie stepped into the triangle, looking rather apprehensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"It'll all be fine. Don't worry. Animagus Doggus sheepdog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie started to change and then, before we knew what was happening she was a dog and then was Laurie again. Looking slightly confused, she was obviously a bit dazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh my God! Fantastic! Genius! I'm loving this! What're my parents going to say?!?! They'll kill me for doing such dangerous magic!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"We can think about that later. Now it's my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;," I stepped into the triangle and said to Laurie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok, Do the honours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok then." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;With a shaking hand, she pointed her wand at me and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Animagus Doggus Black German Shepherd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It felt amazing! I felt as though I was weightless. It was a wonderful sense of Euphoria. Then all of a sudden, it stopped and I was on all fours. It was great! Apart from the fact that I had a burning desire to chase my newly grown tail, I still could think like normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Annie? Can you hear me? Try changing back now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I imagined myself as a human again and without any warning, the weightlessness and Euphoria returned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"WOW!!! That was so amazing!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked around to check that everything was ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I think we should go back up to the castle." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We walked back up to the castle and talked about everything that had happened. We couldn't wait until the Christmas holidays, we planned that we would map out the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6204335009285248619?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6204335009285248619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/animagi-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6204335009285248619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6204335009285248619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/animagi-at-last.html' title='Animagi at last!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SLAhxZ-S8vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sRuw0c2mLqQ/s72-c/Animagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-352066975338598140</id><published>2008-08-22T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:26:36.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh, We're in trouble!</title><content type='html'>Luella had set us up! But we had expected it. We weren’t sure how much Prof. Malfoy knew, but we were sure that Luella had told him everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Hand over the evidence,”&lt;/span&gt; we didn’t move, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“I SAID hand it over.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had also expected this and hadthe fake notes that were in actual fact the doodles I had swiped from Luella in History of Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;“Here you go.”&lt;/span&gt; Sam handed over the doodles,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; “Just to say, I think you’ve got it all wrong. We came…”&lt;/span&gt; Sam didn’t get to say anymore before Prof. Malfoy turned on Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“What is this? Luella, you told me that these students were doing illegal activities! The notes that these girls have are merely doodles! You,”&lt;/span&gt; He pointed at Laurie, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Explain!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Well, you see Professor, we came down here to do some sketching competitions. These were some of our previous ones to compare,”&lt;/span&gt; she took her sketch book and some chocolate frog cards out of her bag, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“here are some of the sketches from last week. We also came down here to trade some chocolate frog cards.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Professor, that’s not what…”&lt;/span&gt; Luella started. She never managed to finish as Prof. Malfoy started to scold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Luella, I can not believe that you have accused your fellow pupils of doing illegal activities with the intention of having them expelled. I have never been so disappointed with a student, let alone one from my own house!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prof. Malfoy took Luella by her ear and lead her back to the castle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ow ow ow ow ooooooooow!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella threw us a death stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh shut up Rencor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We waited until they were out of earshot and then fell around laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Amazing Laurie! You did that perfectly! I never knew that you could lie so well!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I wasn't lying, I merely stretched the truth, I was going to do some sketching afterwards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Well, as far as I am concerned, I don't care what you call it! But I think that we should start doing what we were planning before anyone else comes down." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-352066975338598140?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/352066975338598140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/uh-oh-were-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/352066975338598140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/352066975338598140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/uh-oh-were-in-trouble.html' title='Uh oh, We&apos;re in trouble!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-707284073768650582</id><published>2008-08-20T20:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:33:54.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're two months in!</title><content type='html'>We had reached the end of our first two months at Hogwarts and we had done pretty well in coping with school work and coping with Luella and the Luella-Ettes.&lt;br /&gt;   We made a list of things to be done and things we had done to Luella, each thing based on different scenarios. So far, we had: Bewitched matchsticks to follow her and the others around, enchanted her shoelaces to tie themselves together, grown her teeth to an enormous size and we dyed her hair bright orange.&lt;br /&gt;But, in return she had: Poured soil down my shirt, take credit for my work, mocked Laurie and I and shaved off Tash's hair. Not to forget the nosebleed nougat she put in Sam's pumpkin juice the morning after the teeth incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and I were doing progressively better in our Transfiguration and had reached human Transfigurations now. We had finally persuaded Prof. McGonnagall to let us get the Animagus book out from the restricted section in the Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date was Saturday 4th November. We decided that we would go down to the Marauders' hideout and do the Transformation. Laurie and I had copied out the needed page for the transformation spell and returned the book as to not be caught with the book. When we got to the inlet of the beach, we were not the only ones there. Luella and her clones were there, waiting for us. Zofka looked as though she was ready to re-arrange our faces. Petunia had a look as though she knew that we were going to be in a whole heap of trouble soon. But Luella, she looked the most dangerous. She was there, sitting on a rock, sneering at us. We knew that something bad was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I have a bad feeling about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." Sam whispered in my ear through the corner of her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Stop quoting Star Wars, Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!" I hissed back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash kicked me in the ankle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;. "Something's up. Act normal. Don't give the game away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella strode up to us with a sneer that was even worse than that of her normal one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Well, there you are Bolt! I thought you'd not show up. Yeah, I knew you would be here, today, at this exact moment. I heard you talking a few days ago, when I was hidden behind a tree, that you were going to do something that would be breaking over a hundred school rules. So, I've put you in a position where you can do one of two things. Option number 1: You can do what you were planning ,and threaten me all you like about this, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tell a teacher, and you'll be in trouble. Option number 2: You can hand over your notes, give me all your pocket money AND do whatever I say and I won't tell a teacher about this. I will give you 2 minutes to decide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We huddled in a group and discussed what we would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You know, she's probably going to tell a teacher whatever we do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Yeah and I bet you anything she has a teacher down here right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I have a ton of Leprechaun gold that we can give her and we do this at a different time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You know what? I think that we should tell her. I have some fake notes here and we can give those to her. They're just a ton of doodles that I swiped off her in History of Magic the other day. Tash, you then cast Homenum Revelio and see if there is a teacher here in disguise. We then pretend that we were coming down to do a sketching session. Laurie, you have your sketchbook with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"That I sure do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I think we'll do that plan. It's gold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ok Tash, cast the spell, quietly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homenum Revelio! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, Prof.Malfoy is using the Disillusionment charm and is hidden behind that tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Time's up! What're you going to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Luella, ven do I get to give zer faces a make-over?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Calm, Zofka. You'll get your chance soon enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Luella, here's all our pocket money that we have left," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie handed over the bag of Leprechaun gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"We'll do whatever you say, as long as you don't tell any teacher what we're doing down her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ok." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luella paused and then an evil, malicious grin spread over her now very pimpled face. Tash and Sam had noticed and were now stuffing their hankies into their mouths to stop them laughing as they saw the word 'Tattler' writing itself over Luella's face in spots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Professor Malfoy, could you please come out now. These girls are here doing illegal activities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Professor Malfoy came out of hiding, looking like a big Chameleon when he appeared out of nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Thank you Luella. I now need to see the evidence of their 'Illegal' activities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-707284073768650582?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/707284073768650582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-two-months-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/707284073768650582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/707284073768650582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-two-months-in.html' title='We&apos;re two months in!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-5229949082135015789</id><published>2008-08-19T20:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:15:13.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the Quidditch season.</title><content type='html'>We weren't sure whether it was the work we had or the amount of fun we had, that took us so quickly through the first 2 months at Hogwarts. It was the start of October, and it was nearing to Me and Sophie's 11th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never forgotten to get her a present, but I wasn't sure for the first time ever on what to get her. Because I couldn't leave the Castle to go to Hogsmeade because that's a third year privilege, I had to send Albus off with an order form and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him to Honeydukes to get a gift package of Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best blowing gum and Sugar Quills. I was really apprehensive and gave him a note to put on the counter saying that I needed the gift package wrapped, with extra cost if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthday came and in the morning, we both had presents sent from our parents and she received my package and had no idea who it was from. I also received a package from her, it was a book called "Flying with the Cannons", it was a book about the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team. I also got some presents from Tash, Laurie and Sam. Tash gave me a framed photograph of us 4 together, Laurie gave me a pack of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes jokes and Sam gave me some Chocolate frogs. It was so sweet of them to remember. From my parents, I got a musical snow globe from my favourite musical called Wicked, which was really, really beautiful. I couldn't thank my friends enough and I sent a note to my parents thanking them for the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was a special day because we got the afternoon off to watch the beginning match of the Quidditch season; Gryffindor vs Slytherin.&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun, of course we rooted for Gryffindor. We made a banner and enchanted it to have a lion on it that moved and roared.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing! The match went like lightening. The three chasers on Gryffindor passed the Quaffle like lightening. In the first 7 minutes, they had already scored 3 goals! Their Goalkeeper was amazing as well, she seemed to know where the ball was going to go before it even happened! It was a very long game because the Snitch evaded capture for so long. The Slytherin seeker attempted the Wronski Feint maneuver once but instead crashed to the ground whilst the Gryffindor seeker was in actual fact following the Snitch. When the snitch was finally caught, the scores were 430-70 to Gryffindor. With the Snitch's score added, the scores were 580-70!&lt;br /&gt;It was thrilling. We stayed awake that night after homework in our dorm talking about the Quidditch match. I pulled out my special FX sweets which make the eater act like/sound like whatever type of FX sweet. It was so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-5229949082135015789?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/5229949082135015789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning-of-quidditch-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5229949082135015789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5229949082135015789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning-of-quidditch-season.html' title='The beginning of the Quidditch season.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-8357374573646279304</id><published>2008-08-19T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:17:48.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The second note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That night, when the rest had gone to bed, I opened the second note that Albus had brought me. I didn't dare open the second note, because I knew who it was from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked around the Dorm to make sure that everyone was asleep and opened it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Annie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;How are you? I'm fine. Are you liking your teachers? I really like mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm sorry that I haven't made any contact during our first week, although we have many lessons together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I liked what your friend Sam did this morning to Luella at breakfast, I heard you talking about it just before the teeth started to grow. Did you get something from Mum too? I got a red scarf with owls on. I love the little scops owl mum got me. I prefer it to Albus, no offence, but he knocked my bottle of ink all over my Potions essay! See you sometime. Remember, don't tell your friends about me unless they see me. I like my privacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sophie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S. I'm really sorry for being such a prat when you got your acceptance letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was from my twin sister Sophie. Not many people know her because she likes being on her own. But she is a very brave girl. Unlike me, she was sorted into Gryffindor, with Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because people don't pay attention at the sorting, no-one realised that she was my twin sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning she would be up early and down at breakfast quickly and leave before anyone else came down and even though we have a lot of our lessons together, she sits at the back of the class, last in and first out. She doesn't really take her studies very seriously but is a very nice girl once people get to know her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKrd3i9NgFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/athDldn4kn4/s1600-h/AnnieandSophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236241463117709394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKrd3i9NgFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/athDldn4kn4/s320/AnnieandSophie.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this photo at the beginning of term, at the end of the day so that we had it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are identical to the last curl, except that our interests are very different. Although we both are interested in Quidditch, she cares about her appearance and what people think of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm more of a 'Don't care what they think' type person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the day we got our letters. She got her letter first and went absolutely mental! She opened her letter and screamed! She then went and flapped it in my face and started gloating. She even made up a song. It went something like this (to the tune of we are the champions chorus): &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going to Hogwarts, and you're not! I'll be learning Magic and you won't! I'm going to Hogwarts, I'm going to Hogwarts! No time for muggles, 'cause I'm going to Hogwarts, and you're not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She kept singing this over and over and over, all day long! Then, during the evening, I got &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; letter!!! It was so funny! She was halfway through her song and this letter landed in my lap and her face fell. She wouldn't talk to me after that. When we went to Diagon Alley, she went off with Mum and I went off with Dad. We met up back at the leaky cauldron and Sophie and I had to share a room. She &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;wouldn't talk to me. When we got onto the train, we were waved off by our parents then went different ways. She went and joined up with 2 girls and a boy, and I went off to the carriage where I met Tash and Laurie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the sorting, no-one was paying attention, so we went off without notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading her letter, I went to bed with thoughts buzzing around my head. I was thinking up an idea on how to get my friends to know her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-8357374573646279304?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/8357374573646279304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8357374573646279304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8357374573646279304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-note.html' title='The second note.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKrd3i9NgFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/athDldn4kn4/s72-c/AnnieandSophie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-7915906095934056586</id><published>2008-08-16T15:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:37:02.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on and on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We finally reached the end of the first week with relatively no damage done. It was a pretty good start.&lt;br /&gt;In our first week, we had already managed to make 3 enemies, Sam got into trouble in Potions, Tash had blown up a desk, Laurie punched Petunia Pygge, I got locked out of the tower because I couldn't figure out the riddle, We found the Weasley Twins and Marauder's hideout and decided to become Animagi. Yep, a really good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We were sitting in the common room, Sam was there too, on the friday night with our homework and listening to Billy Ray Cyrus on our wireless. Suddenly, my owl, Albus, flew in and crashed into the bust of Rowena Ravenclaw. He dropped a parcel and two notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Annie, that owl is starting to become a menace! Just yesterday, he knocked my pumpkin juice all over my astronomy homework!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Yeah, and on Wednesday he landed in my porridge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Oh never mind about that! Let's see what you've got!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam was starting to get a bit short tempered because of the detention she had received from Prof. Malfoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Well, the parcel is from my parents, as is one of the notes. I'll open those first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I opened the note and I read it out to my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Dear Annie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope this letter gets to you. I don't know about this owl post, it's a bit hectic, as it were. I guess I just need to get used to it. Your owl is a teensy bit clumsy. It knocked over Dad's bust that his mother made... thankfully it fell onto the washing pile. It could have been horrible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just want you to know how proud I am of you and hope that you've made new friends. I know that you really didn't want to leave Tash and Molly and all the other friends that you've made. I've sent you some of our home-made fudge and a present which I crotched for you. I hope you like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We're both missing you lots. But some really funny things happened whilst you've been gone which we wanted to share with you. Do you remember how dad really HATES those Tele-Marketers? Well, someone phoned our house a few days ago and said in a slightly american accent 'Hi!' but your dad immediately assumed that it was a Tele-marketer and shouted down the phone 'OH, F*** OFF!' . The phone rang a few moments later and he picked up and the caller said ' Johnny, it's Jean!'. It was sooo hilarious! It was your Godmother that your dad had sworn at! I've got to go now, your owl is starting to bug the dogs. What're you going to do with it in the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;xxx"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Aaaaaaw-that's-so-sweet!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Said Laurie in between fake sobs. She got her hanky out and did a long and loud nose blow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Yeah, so sentimental!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Let's stop jawing and see what she made for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mum's package and found a Scarf with Brooms and Quidditch balls over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aaaaw, it's so sweet! She knows that I've always wanted to play Quidditch! I've got to thank her for that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Hey, if you're from an all muggle family, how does your mum know about Quidditch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Every summer, I go into my 'Harry Potter obsession' faze, because I love the books and films so much. You should see my room, I've got pictures of Quidditch all over my room! It was really bad last summer, I got a branch which had been cut off my tree which was the perfect shape, and I made it into my own Firebolt broom! It was very beautiful infact. Now that I know how to make things fly, I can even try to bewitch it to make it fly for next year so that I can join our Quidditch team."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"That's cool, but also quite sad..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie said with a huge smirk on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Careful there Laurie, she may bludgeon you to death with her 'Firebolt'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Real mature guys! Anyway, if you carry on, you won't get any of my delicious fudge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ok, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'ll be g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ood!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They all said at once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared out the fudge and went off to our dormitories, Sam going back to Gryffindor Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I lay in bed writing a note to my mum about everything that had happened. I told her all about my friends and enemies and about my lessons and Hogwarts in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we jumped out of bed and went down to breakfast. It was Saturday, which meant no lessons!!!! We were so happy. We sat in our usual group and talked about what we would do. Sam then told us what she had been doing last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You'll never believe what I did last night. When I went to bed, I got out my parchment and wrote a letter to Luella which she'll get this morning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yeah, uh, Sam... That's not really that interesting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You haven't heard the best part of it yet... I put a charm on the envelope so that when she opens it and reads it, her teeth will grow and grow and grow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"That's awesome! I wish you'd told us earlier though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You guys, this isn't really the best idea ever. First of all, 1. She knows Sam's writing because of that note I got which she read, 2. She'll recognise your style, 3. She'll recognise your owl and last but not least, 4. What provoked you to do something like that! In the morning, at breakfast! With the teachers at the high table!!! You're mad! You'll get detention... again!!!! Not your best work Sam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I then put on a voice and imiatated Prof. McGonnagall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm very disappointed in you Sam. 20 points from Gryffindor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Oh... I'm very sorry," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she said in an apologetic tone, we knew she was faking. We all laughed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Ooooh, look, Show time! Watch those teeth go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We quickly finished our breakfast and left the Great Hall. As we left, we saw that Luella's teeth had already grown down to her knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside to enjoy a nice sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKraEuM41uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/69s2X5ztYz0/s1600-h/DSC05837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236237291428042466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKraEuM41uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/69s2X5ztYz0/s320/DSC05837.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-7915906095934056586?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/7915906095934056586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-and-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/7915906095934056586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/7915906095934056586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-and-on-and-on.html' title='On and on and on!'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SKraEuM41uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/69s2X5ztYz0/s72-c/DSC05837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6049366390554589191</id><published>2008-08-08T17:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:10:03.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The second day</title><content type='html'>The next morning, my friends and I went down to the great hall to have our breakfast. We ate it quickly and went back up to the common room to get our books for our next lesson. We had to go to History of Magic, which was easily the most boring subject at Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down and got out our books. Unfortunately, Laurie wasn't quick enough and I had to share a desk with Luella.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with the look one gives to dog muck on the underside of their shoe, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Well, this is great. I have to share a desk with &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Well, I'm not exactly doing cartwheels am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Just keep away from me, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was very close to making a retort, but thought better of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way through the lesson, Luella kept pinching my notes and flicking my ears. I was really irriatated when Proffessor Binns collected in our essays and he gave Luella five house points. I told him that it wasn't her work but he just ignored me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the classroom, I bewitched her shoelaces to tie themselves together so that she tripped in front of a big crowd. Everyone laughed at her! It was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After History of Magic, we went to our Herbology lesson where we learnt about Devil's Snare. It was a very interesting lesson, but Luella kept chucking soil down my shirt from her desk behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after Herbology, it was our lunch time. I had a quick lunch and went to clean myself up. I swore that I would get my revenge on Luella. I couldn't believe it! Two days into my new school and I already had an enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash and I went for a walk around the school grounds looking for a place in which we could meet. We realised that we wouldn't be able to use the Room of Requirement after the Fiendfyre in 1998, well, we assumed that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The first place we looked was at the rocky inlet we had been the day before, but found nothing of obvious use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash was really frustrated and in her anger kicked a rock and yelled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"This is never going to work!!! Why can't we just be normal students and NOT leave a legacy?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Because we're not normal students! We're the biggest bunch of oddjobs and misfits I've ever known!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We hadn't noticed that a big door had opened up in a boulder when Tash had kicked the rock. We went in and found a room, big enough for four people or so and filled up with dungbombs, nose-biting tea cups and all sorts of old Zonko's products. We also noticed that there were also scores of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products as well. There was a note on the wall directly opposite us. We took it off and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Messrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Purveyors of aids to Magical mischief makers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;hand over to whoever reads this note, our hideout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see there are hundreds of magical jokes here, which will replenish themselves when used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Use them well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an addition on the bottom added by another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fred and George Weasley and Lee Jordan, have benefited from this hideout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we discovered it in our first year. It has helped us very much in our mischief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To help the future mischief makers, we have also left a self-replenishing stock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran back to tell Sam and Laurie about this. But, before we had gone far, we realised that we had been followed. Luella had been sneaking around, watching us whilst we had been searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You know what, Bolt? I'm going to get you. The teachers will find out about this, mark my words!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"You know what, Rencor? You're not going to get us because, we'll know if you tell, and I also know, that Tash and I are very able with the Bat-Bogey hex. So if you tell, your bogeys will become bats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went off back to the castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Annie, I didn't know that we had been practicing the bat-bogey hex!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Yeah, we haven't. I was bluffing. But she was very scared! But don't worry, I've got something else up my sleeves. If she does tell, she'll get bad acne on her face with the word Tattler, written across her face in spots. I got that from Hermione Granger's security charm for the D.A. in 1995."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We arrived back at the castle in time to get our books and go to our next lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had double Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Mr.Potter. We were really excited! In our first lesson, we were learning about the different types of hexes and curses and jinxes. As our homework, we had to write an essay about any crse we may have heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our common room to do our homework. I only had to do D.A.D.A. I did my essay about the unforgivable curses. It was quite an interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon went to bed, but before I went to sleep, I sent a letter to my parents telling them about all my new friends and what we were planning to do and all sorts of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6049366390554589191?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6049366390554589191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6049366390554589191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6049366390554589191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-day.html' title='The second day'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-2162734347165354271</id><published>2008-08-07T17:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:59:50.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at Hogwarts: The rest of the day</title><content type='html'>We 4 went off laughing together. Unfortunately, we didn't have all of our lessons together. Whilst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;, Laurie and I went to charms, Sam went to Flying lessons with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slytherins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Charms went quickly and without incident. We were all meant to be doing the levitation charm. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;, Laurie and I had all practised it before, so we were done quickly. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flitwick&lt;/span&gt; told us to write an essay on the Levitation charm using evidence from our book. It took us the rest of the lesson to finish that off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Flitwick&lt;/span&gt; then set that for everyone else as homework, so we didn't get any homework that night.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time came and once again, all 4 of us sat together. Sam told us everything that happened in her last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"It was hilarious! You should have seen it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Seen what?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;, shaking Sam so hard that she almost fell of the bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Luella had been boasting that she could fly a broom really well, but when it came to the flying, she fell off her broom!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At this, Sam did an impression of Luella's face. It was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"So tell me, did you ask Delphinus out yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Who's Delphinus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Oh, Delphinus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; is Prof.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Malfoy's&lt;/span&gt; son. Sam has a huge crush on him. Unfortunately he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt; said knowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Well, no I haven't asked him yet. I was a bit put off when he helped Luella back onto her broom and she started flirting. Annie, may I PLEASE pelt her with Mandrakes?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam stared at me with the look of someone who wants to do really dangerous things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No Sam, you can't! We have our plan!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We left it at that. After we had eaten our lunch, we went outside for our 2 hour break. We took all of our Chocolate Frog Cards to do some trading, for I had procured some from some of the boys in my year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to look around and found a little inlet of sand on the edge of the Lake. It was too cold to start swimming so we just sat around trading our cards. I dug my hands into my pockets and I dug out a chocolate frog from the train and we opened it. The card was Morgana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Wow, you got Morgana!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is that good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Good? Blimey Annie, it's the rarest card!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Wow. Hey, any of you have Harry Potter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yeah, I'll trade for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Paracleus&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You know what? I want to be remembered when we leave Hogwarts. I want to leave a legacy. Like the Marauders! I have a theory that they became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Animagi&lt;/span&gt; in the first maybe second year, and with Laurie and Annie's aptitude in Transfiguration, I think that we can all become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Animagi&lt;/span&gt;. What do you say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I think that's a great idea, as long as we don't hurt people badly, only Luella and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Luella-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ettes&lt;/span&gt;. As we know, the Marauders were to bullies to Severus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I'm all for it, as long as we can find out how to do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm not so sure, it could be dangerous..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Oh come on Annie! Please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine. I'll try and find a book. It will probably be in the restricted section... I'll ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;McGonagall&lt;/span&gt; if I can get a book about how to become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Animagi&lt;/span&gt;, so I can &lt;em&gt;'Understand more about how people can become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Animagi&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/em&gt;It'll take a while though, at least 2 months before Laurie and I can be anywhere near ready."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, then. From now on we'll become the roamers. We'll have to decide what we're going to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And at precisely the same moment, we all said: "I want to be a dog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and decided that:&lt;br /&gt;Laurie was going to be a sheepdog, called Guard.&lt;br /&gt;Tash was going to be a Golden retriever called Fetcher.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was going to be a Belgian Sheepdog called Bite and that I was going to be a Black German Shepherd called Claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a deal and then left to go to our next class, which unfortunately was double potions with Prof. malfoy!!!! We weren't very keen, but decided that we could have a few laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Potions and were lectured about potions an stuff. Once he was done, we were told to brew a boil-cure potion. We started at once. Tash and I were in a pair and Laurie and Sam were together. It took us most of the lesson to do. We noticed though that Sam was mucking around, for everytime Prof.Malfoy sat down, Sam made it sound as though he farted. Thankfully he didn't realise it was her. The bell rang and we were all thankful to be out of potions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to our common rooms to do our homework and chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-2162734347165354271?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/2162734347165354271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-at-hogwarts-rest-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2162734347165354271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/2162734347165354271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-at-hogwarts-rest-of-day.html' title='First day at Hogwarts: The rest of the day'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-8462084425141726679</id><published>2008-08-07T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:53:47.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at Hogwarts: First lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I don't remember, Laurie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I all managed to wake up in time to go down to breakfast and get ready for classes. The tables in the Great Hall were brimming with lovely breakfast food, like: Cereal, Pancakes, Porridge, Toast and all sorts of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; table was next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; table, we sat with our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; Sam. We discussed all sorts of things. We decided that we would have to be prepared to cause mayhem sometimes, like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; twins used to do. We also decided to map out the school like the old marauders. Since the Marauders' Map hadn't returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first lesson was Transfiguration with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McGonagall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was a mixed lesson, so all four houses were together. We all sat together, we were adamant not to get told off the first day. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McGonagall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came in and gave us a lecture about how Transfiguration is a dangerous magic. So were told to take out our books and open them on chapter one: Small object transfiguration.&lt;br /&gt;As all first years have to, we started off with math-to-needle.&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and I mastered it immediately, whereas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a small problem and somehow blew up our desk! Sam didn't do much better, and instead of transfiguring the match, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; making the match fly around the classroom and conveniently wedge itself in Petunia's ear. Sam had 5 points deducted for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Laurie and I had already completed the assignment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McGonagall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave us a much harder one to do, which was used for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years, to test our ability in Transfiguration. The assignment she gave us was to Transfigure a Beetle into a button. This took a while to do but we got there in the end. The bell soon rang and Laurie and I were awarded ten house points each for our astounding work. She said that we were the most remarkable students she had met since Hermione Granger and that we were ready to do Human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Transfigurations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Luella couldn't believe what she was hearing and was in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bet you loved that didn't you Bolt?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she put on a high voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, look at me, I'm Annie Bolt and I'm marvellous at Transfiguration! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a teacher's pet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Yes, and I'm Laurie Royal! Look at me, I can turn beetles in to buttons! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm Sam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vooosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; match &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;steek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As she said that, she rammed a matchstick into Petunia's ear. It caused a huge scene, Sam was giving her a standing ovation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was rolling on the floor laughing. But Laurie and I just grabbed the others and went. What Luella had said had really hurt our feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't care, much, we knew how to get back at her. Sam had been snooping in Greenhouse 3 where the mandrakes are kept and said that she could pelt Luella and her Luella-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with mandrakes. We all laughed at this until she said that she was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Don't let that bra-stuffer get you down. Anyway, I went snooping in Greenhouse 3 last night and saw that there are young mandrakes there. If you want, I can pelt Loo-seat-Luella with mandrakes for you."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam said encouragingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"I'm serious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laughing even harder, we went on our way to Charms.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231711453308611986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrF2RXNbZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fbw22pHbLG4/s320/DSC05831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-8462084425141726679?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/8462084425141726679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-at-hogwarts-first-lesson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8462084425141726679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8462084425141726679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-at-hogwarts-first-lesson.html' title='First Day at Hogwarts: First lesson.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrF2RXNbZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fbw22pHbLG4/s72-c/DSC05831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-5425645757747186893</id><published>2008-08-06T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:00:32.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The feast and Ravenclaw Tower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"May I have your attention please? Thank you. Welcome students, welcome back to Hogwarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;As always, there are the start of term notices. I would like to remind you that The Forbidden Forest is Forbidden! I would also like to add, we have some new teachers. Although, Defence against the Dark Arts is no longer jinxed, we have a new professor. He will be with us for a year, whilst on leave from the Ministry of Magic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auror&lt;/span&gt; division. I am pleased to introduce, your new D.A.D.A Professor, Mister Harry Potter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A thunderous round of applause erupted around the room. The only people who were disgusted by the idea were: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt; and Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;, our potions master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I only have one more thing to say. In the immortal words of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Albus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;: Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber and Squeak! Well... I think that's how it goes... Anyway, Dig In!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As soon as she said that, the plates all magically filled with food. All my favourite food was there! Laurie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt; and I were all talking about what we were going to do as the mischief makers, when our friend Sam caught my eye. She came over with a friend, called Aisha and introduced us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast soon drew to a close and we were all stuffed full. We left the Hall and went to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt; Tower. We knocked on the bronze eagle door-knocker and had to answer a riddle to get in. It was so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were hundreds of really fluffy, blue armchairs by a roaring fire. There was a bust of Rowena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of our common room and several desks. There were bookshelves absolutely STUFFED with books. I even noticed some of my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;muggle&lt;/span&gt; books which I could read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly went up to bed, so tired that we immediately fell asleep. We were so tired that we didn't even realise that our stuff was already there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-5425645757747186893?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/5425645757747186893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/feast-and-ravenclaw-tower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5425645757747186893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/5425645757747186893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/feast-and-ravenclaw-tower.html' title='The feast and Ravenclaw Tower.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-3304591469569255569</id><published>2008-08-06T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:57:45.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorting ceremony.</title><content type='html'>Professor Sprout led us into the Great Hall. We all looked around in amazement. There were hundreds of floating candles everywhere! Obviuosly they didn't adhere to Health and Safety guidelines, but that didn't stop them! It was a fantastic sight! We all stopped and stood in our lines waiting for the ceremony to begin. We looked at the rest of the line to see who was where. We immediately saw Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh my God! I can't believe she's posing there. I bet she thinks all the boys are staring at her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laurie whispered to me under her breath, clearly she was repulsed by Luella's short skirt and tight jumper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Sprout brought in the Sorting hat with its stool. It looked a lot worse for wear than I had imagined. But then again, it had been set on fire. We all got ready to listen to the Sorting Hat's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" Blobbedoo, nikanpop, rinkochak, proom." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It sang very tunelessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"The Sorting hat's been a bit off when it comes to the songs since it was put on fire in 1998. But don't worry, it will sort you properly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was relieved when Professor Sprout said this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "I hope..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That didn't really help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Sprout then started to read out names. Soon enough, she read out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the stool, turned around and sat down on the stool. Just before I put the hat on my head, I saw some people laughing at my still very wet appearence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then heard a little voice in my ear, the Sorting hat was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Aaah, yes. Annie, yes, you have a good mind, not afraid of work, very loyal, a good friend and there's courage, oh yes, a great deal of courage." &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I felt myself starting to blush under the hat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;But where should I put you? I know... RAVENCLAW!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The last word, he said out to the whole hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table on the far left erupted with clapping, I removed the hat and went to the table, not wanting to look a bigger idiot than I already felt. Unfortunately, because my shoes were still wet, I slipped, but by happy accident, I landed, in a sitting position on the Ravenclaw bench. I got a big cheer for that.&lt;br /&gt;I took a quick glance at Luella and saw that the nasty smirk had been wiped off her face and that she was glaring angrily at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More students names were called off and finally she came to Tash. Tash was also sorted into Ravenclaw. The Sam girl we had met on the lake was sorted into Gryffindor. Then Petunia Pygge was called up and was sorted Slytherin. Eventually it came to Luella; the sorting hat barely touched her head when it said: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hey! Get me away from that greasy hair!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, not really, only joking. It barely touched her head when it yelled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Slytherin!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the hat off with a smug look on her face and went to join Petunia Pygge. Just after her, it was Laurie. She put the hat on and it took a while for it to decide her. Finally after a minute or so the hat yelled out &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"RAVENCLAW!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was cheering and clapping, I was so happy. It was great, all three of us were together. Then Zofka had to be sorted, she was also a Slytherin. When she got to the Slytherin table, she pushed off two Slytherin boys who were goggling at luella and sat down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sorting ceremony ended and Professor McGonagall stood up to do the start-of-term announcements and the hall went quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-3304591469569255569?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/3304591469569255569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorting-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3304591469569255569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/3304591469569255569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorting-ceremony.html' title='The Sorting ceremony.'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-485642867559522573</id><published>2008-08-06T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:13:52.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The castle</title><content type='html'>When the train pulled into the station, we heard a voice over the loudspeakers saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please do not leave any rubbish on the train, please take any purchased sweets with you and please leave all luggage on the train, it shall be taken up to the castle seperately. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put all our rubbish in the bin and quickly got off the train. We were trading our chocolate frog cards when we heard a voice saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Firs' years, firs' years over 'ere please!"&lt;br /&gt;We instantly knew that it was the half-giant Games-Keeper Hagrid, who had told Harry Potter 14 years ago, that he was a wizard. We rushed up to meet him. The first years all followed him to the lake where the little fleet of boats were waiting for us. We clambered in; Tash, Laurie and I all shared a boat with another girl called Sam, who was looking so excited that she might burst. We saw that Luella, Zofka and Petunia were all in a boat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Sam. I'm really excited to come here. I'm a muggle-born. Who're you guys?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She was talking very quickly, she was so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I'm Laurie, pleased to meet you. I'm a pureblood, but don't hold it against me, I hate the prejudice surrounding blood-purity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I'm Annie, I'm a muggle-born too. Nice to meet you, I hope we'll all have fun together this year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"And I'm Tash. I'm a half-blood. We're gonna have lots of fun us four, but a word to the wise: Don't ever feed me sugary stuff, or I may go crazy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Like you did on the train?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yeah, she was sooo hyper after two chocolate frogs, that we had to tie her to the seat, using a charm that Annie knew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam laughed at this, she laughed so hard, that the boat started to rock when we were half way over the lake, then Tash joined in too! The boat was tossing and turning and Laurie wasn't helping. In trying to keep her balance, she flailed her arms everywhere, she caught me on the back of my head and I toppled into the water!!! It was absolutely freezing! Hagrid stopped the fleet to help me get back in. I saw most of the other first years looking sympathetic, but one group of girls were laughing. Yes, need I say more? Luella and the Luella-ettes, found it hilarious that I had fallen in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Did you see her face? She looked so stupid!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm glad that I'm not the sap who fell in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Vell done to zat girl wat pooshed her een. I just sorry zat it vas not me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They were absolutely paralysed with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon got to the castle and went into the entrance hall. I was still sopping wet. Hagrid gave me a towel to dry myself off. He then left us to go get the teacher who was to bring us into the Great Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were waiting, I slipped out my bag of Fever fudge from Weaseleys' Wizard Wheezes, and dropped one on the floor by Zofka, she picked it up immediately and ate it greedily. It had an almost instantaneous effect. She had great big boils all over her face! Luella supected that it was me who dropped the sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Give her the antidote sweet right now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. But I do wonder who gave Zofka that sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh don't play coi with her, Bolt! I saw it was you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Well you should keep your long nose out of this, Pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella rounded on me, she then forced her hand into my pocket and pulled out my skiving snackbox. She got the antidote and dropped the whole box on the floor. Tash and Laurie helped me to pick it all up. No sooner than we had put the skiving snackbox into my pocket, the Proffessor turned up. It was the old Herbology teacher, Proffessor Sprout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Welcome to Hogwarts first years. In a few minutes, we will be going into the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony. You will each be sorted into a house. The houses are: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Is that all clear? Yes? Well, let's go then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-485642867559522573?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/485642867559522573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/castle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/485642867559522573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/485642867559522573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/castle.html' title='The castle'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-9161137547010644335</id><published>2008-08-05T21:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:11:03.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luella petunia zofka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canary creams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house-elves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts express'/><title type='text'>Luella Rencor, Petunia Pyge and Zofka Svagahar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrGuLkUx9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RWaJLHDRh8/s1600-h/DSC05829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231712413825681362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrGuLkUx9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RWaJLHDRh8/s320/DSC05829.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What's this? A little party, why weren't we invited?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A very tall girl and two other girls walked into our carriage. The tall one had a cuel sneer &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrGhHar0-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ekIx-BLC4Gs/s1600-h/DSC05829.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a mocking tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Who are you then?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She said as she turned to face me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I've never met you before, for that matter, I've not met any of you. So tell me, Who are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't like the look of her, she towered over me. She didn't seem like a very nice girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Answer me, or you may have to answer to Zofka here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She pointed at a very short, rotund looking girl who was twitching in anticipation of what looked like the starts of a punch-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Well, I am Annie, and this is Laurie," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I gestured to Laurie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"and this is Tash."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm Luella Rencor, this is Petunia Pyge and this is Zofka Svagahar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;None of them looked like a particularly nice lot. Petunia Pyge had the look of someone that could not be trusted, she had shifty eyes and a smile that looked as though she knew something dangerous about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Luella, you said ve vere going to haf a punch-up, yes?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zofka said to Luella, she appeared to be from Russia or Bulgaria or somewhere that had funny accents. At the sound of Zofka's accent, Laurie snorted and had to stop quite suddenly as Zofka cracked her knuckles menacingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Do you think her name's funny do you? Well let me guess, with your looks and that hair, I'm guessing that you are a Royal? Nothing royal about you though." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petunia then started to laugh a high, shrill laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Shut up about my family!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She drew her wand out and pointed it directly at her nose. It was so close that her wand could have gone up one of petunia's nostrils, which appeared to be very big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Petunia, stop making a fool of yourself! No need to with this type." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As she said this, she reached for a chocolate frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Avis!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash conjured up a small bird, which proceded to peck at Luella's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You three have made some powerful enemies. You will regret this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that, Luella, Petunia and Zofka left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What was Pyge talking about when she said there was 'nothing royal about you'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You see, my father used to work at the ministry of magic, but he didn't get payed much. He worked in the section of Rights for Lesser Creatures department. But he became too outspoken about his beliefs that House-Elves should NOT be made to work, even though Hermione Granger has brought this out of the shadows, he got fired. He now works at the Magical Menagerie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"It doesn't matter, you're still our friend. I think we've learned one thing from this encounter with Loo-seat Luella, she's not going to like canaries anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After saying that, we all rolled round laughing for ages. We hadn't even noticed that it was getting dark. I then remembered that I had a bag of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes canary creams. So I ate one and immediately turned into a canary! The others were screaming with laughter, it was possibly the best day of my life. We were having so much fun that we hadn't even realised that we had pulled into the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-9161137547010644335?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/9161137547010644335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/luella-rencor-petunia-pyge-and-zofka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/9161137547010644335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/9161137547010644335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/luella-rencor-petunia-pyge-and-zofka.html' title='Luella Rencor, Petunia Pyge and Zofka Svagahar'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJrGuLkUx9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RWaJLHDRh8/s72-c/DSC05829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-8784503726823457529</id><published>2008-08-05T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:53:38.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hufflepuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate frogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slytherin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gryffindor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ravenclaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooble&apos;s best blowing gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bertie botts every flavour beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Trolley</title><content type='html'>As we were talking, a nice looking old lady came up to our compartment and asked if we would like anything. Having never tried any wizard sweets, Tash and I immediately went to go get anything that took our fancy. I was determined to make good friends with Laurie, so I decided to get sweets for all of us to share. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJiva4mTUtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9oQENYYzGCU/s1600-h/250px-Bertie_Beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJizDQnwNDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/58gaQkZtF7U/s1600-h/HESweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231127835773514802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJizDQnwNDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/58gaQkZtF7U/s320/HESweets.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought 3 boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Chocolate frogs each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a bag of Drooble's Best Blowing gum each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the rest of the time eating our sweets and discussing what we were most interested in about Magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Conversation soon turned to Houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What house do you guys hope to be put in when we get there? I would like to be in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff doesn't sound all bad though, Ravenclaw would be great I suppose. Just as long it's anything BUT &lt;em&gt;Slytherin!!!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I hope to be put into Hufflepuff, they sound like a right nice lot. But Ravenclaw would be nice I suppose." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tash said, with a wistful look in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Well, both of you are right about one house, Ravenclaw will be the house I want to be put in! Have you never heard the sorting hat's song?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Well, I've read the Potter Books, but I can only remember Gryffindor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I know it Laurie, &lt;em&gt;Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Precisely! Now I really want to be there. Just as long as we promise each other this: No matter what house we're in, we're gonna have fun and maybe cause a bit of mischief!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And to punctuate her little speech, she set off a Filibuster Firework. We all raised a chocolate frog card and said together: &lt;em&gt;"To Mischief!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-8784503726823457529?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/8784503726823457529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-trolley.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8784503726823457529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/8784503726823457529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-trolley.html' title='The Sweet Trolley'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJizDQnwNDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/58gaQkZtF7U/s72-c/HESweets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-9005917429996854835</id><published>2008-08-05T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:50:55.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filibuster fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts express'/><title type='text'>The Hogwarts express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJgqCH4VmbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-RnFwESFUE/s1600-h/180px-Hogwarts_Express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230977183154280882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJgqCH4VmbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-RnFwESFUE/s320/180px-Hogwarts_Express.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ravenclaw.info/about-hogwarts.php"&gt;You can find the Hogwarts Express Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravenclaw.info/about-hogwarts.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the Train had pulled out of the station, and I could no longer see my parents, I sat down and started "&lt;em&gt;Quidditch through the ages" &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;"Flying with the cannons" &lt;/em&gt;which were some extra books I had picked up at Flourish and Blotts. I had already changed into my Hogwarts uniform and was completely oblivious to what was happening around me. I completely shut my self out. After about 10 minutes or so, someone asked me if she and her friend could come and share the compartment with me. They sat down opposite me, and started to talk, I hadn't looked up until I heard the other girl talking. Her voice was strangely familiar... as though I already knew her. I looked up at the precise moment that she had looked at me, and it turned out to be one of my best friends Tash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Tash! What are you doing here??? You told me you were leaving the school to go to a new boarding school in the north!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Well this is the new school I'm going to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" Wow! Whod'a thunk it!!! I thought you were all muggle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Oh no! I started to show signs of magic when I was about 7, my parents kept it quiet. Turns out that my mum is a pure-blood witch! Anyway, why are you here? I thought you were a muggle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Well, I'm a muggle-born. I showed some signs of magic the week before the letters were sent out. This is quite amazing isn't it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yeah it is! Oh, I almost forgot, Laurie, you're here with us! How stupid of me! Laurie, this is Annie, one of my best friends from school, Annie, this Laurie, I met her in Diagon Alley a month ago in Madam Malkins, and we kept in contact."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"It's nice to meet you Annie. I'm a pure-blood, but don't hold it against me, I don't care about blood purity. I hope we'll be good friends this year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230981570860052130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJguBhW6bqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AhWBTMAAtxk/s320/TashnLaurie.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soon after, we all started chatting, showing each other our new stuff we had bought in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diagon Alley. It turned out that Laurie had bought a box of Filibuster fireworks and set them off in our compartment! It was great fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soon the Sweet trolley came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-9005917429996854835?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/9005917429996854835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/hogwarts-express.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/9005917429996854835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/9005917429996854835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/hogwarts-express.html' title='The Hogwarts express'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJgqCH4VmbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-RnFwESFUE/s72-c/180px-Hogwarts_Express.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-6481095041733864054</id><published>2008-08-04T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:49:02.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimbus 2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tawny Owl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diagon Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quality Quidditch Supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollivanders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flourish and Blotts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>Diagon Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we arrived, I dashed off to look at Quality Quidditch Supplies, I marvelled at how many different brooms and robes there were. I decided that when I could, I would get myself a nice Nimbus 2000, it was beautiful. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Nimbus-2000-Limited-Harry-Potter/dp/B000W3ILFQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=kids&amp;amp;qid=1217968756&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;You can find this Nimbus 2000 here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJi6vsULuiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ub7H4m3WK-8/s1600-h/41orw3PIEZL__SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231136295703263778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJi6vsULuiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ub7H4m3WK-8/s320/41orw3PIEZL__SL500_AA280_.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very sad when I realised that I wouldn't be allowed on the Ho&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdUiUUeLmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_t52LTQA7wY/s1600-h/image017.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use team or a broom... oh well, it gave me something to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Once we had gotten my muggle money converted and got a vault in Gringotts, we first went to Ollivanders wand shop to get my wand. It didn't take too long to get my wand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wand is: Oak, 13 3/4 inches, Dragon Heartstring, whippy and nice for Charms work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to Flourish and Blotts to buy my school books. I also admit to having bought some other books which were of great interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After buying all of my school things, as a present for getting into Hogwarts, my mum and dad bought me an owl from Eyelops Owl emporium. They bought me a beautiful Tawny Owl, whom I named Albus, out of respect of the late Albus Dumbledore. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdXroY4TLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cTR71Xo6uF8/s1600-h/Albusmytawny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230745899301883058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdXroY4TLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cTR71Xo6uF8/s320/Albusmytawny.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Picture taken from Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought my school supplies a few days before my departure and put most of my stuff straight into the trunk. I read a bit about Magical Passtimes and discovered how to make pictures move. So I created a potion to make the picture animated and took a photo of my parents and framed it for them. I practised a few spells from my books and practised writing with my new quills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough, the time came for me to depart for Hogwarts. My mum and dad took me to kings cross and saw me onto the train after our goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-6481095041733864054?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/6481095041733864054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/diagon-alley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6481095041733864054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/6481095041733864054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/diagon-alley.html' title='Diagon Alley'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJi6vsULuiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ub7H4m3WK-8/s72-c/41orw3PIEZL__SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1763498540891917815</id><published>2008-08-04T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:36:05.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizarding world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts acceptance letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half-blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure-blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muggle-born'/><title type='text'>Pure-Blood, Half-blood or Muggle-Born?</title><content type='html'>I am a Muggleborn. I was very surprised when I got my letter and didn't think it was true and thought that my parents or friends were playing a hoax on me. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdBtTEA_vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VWKwPmKbLW8/s1600-h/hogwarts-acceptance-letter-20184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230721738681155314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" height="123" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdBtTEA_vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VWKwPmKbLW8/s320/hogwarts-acceptance-letter-20184.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grantspecial.blogspot.com/2007/08/grant-student-receives-letter-from.html"&gt;You can find these letters here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was really amazing when I entered the Wizarding-World for the first time. Although I had read all of the potter books (that had come out) it was more spectacular than anything I could ever have imagined!&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-1763498540891917815?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/1763498540891917815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/pure-blood-half-blood-or-muggle-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1763498540891917815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/1763498540891917815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/pure-blood-half-blood-or-muggle-born.html' title='Pure-Blood, Half-blood or Muggle-Born?'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJdBtTEA_vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VWKwPmKbLW8/s72-c/hogwarts-acceptance-letter-20184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-4398982513459341980</id><published>2008-08-04T18:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:04:54.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baconzits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogwarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello, My name is Annie and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I started attending Hogwarts in the autumn of 2005. I am going into my 3rd year in Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy it at Hogwarts, it's just like a home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;I have really good friends at school and we do all sorts of things, we don't often get into trouble but when we're not causing trouble, I appear to be a goody-goody and a know-it-all, kind of like anothe girl who went to Hogwarts about 7 years before I started. It is very fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2226858307479865477-4398982513459341980?l=baconzits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/feeds/4398982513459341980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4398982513459341980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226858307479865477/posts/default/4398982513459341980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baconzits.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Thirrin Vertigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356848582939142456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22CnXJhZJKI/SJshrJsfdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ECBsRYcZ_Zw/s1600-R/Annieprofilepicblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226858307479865477.post-1137954002419464640</id><published>2008-08-04T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:45:10.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal stuff.</title><content type='html'>I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Quidditch or any other thing in the Potter-verse. This is merely a fansite of what I think life at hogwarts would be for me. Any pictures that I put on this site that do not belong to me will be acknowledged. 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