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Phoenix Rising: A Harry Potter RPG


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January 12th, 2006

Neville's Flowers

I am waiting for Ginny out of Gringotts to go look for flower arrangements for the wedding. While I am not the most feminine type there is, I can’t help but feel a little excited about our outing. I see her descending the front steps of the building quickly, as she’s coming to greet me, ”Are you ready to dive into the world of flowers?”

She seems to be happy about something, and I think that if I was marrying the man I love, I would be happy as well. Two of my best friends are very lucky indeed in just having each other. Now if only I would be as lucky…with the remaining best friend. "Yes, though I hope you won't pick anything too frilly,” I reply to her question, “ My, aren't you in a good mood?" I smile as well. Evidently happiness is contagious.

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January 1st, 2006

New Year's...Evolution

“Dear! Dinner is getting cold and we haven’t seen you much these couple of days. Won’t you come?” My mother’s voice floats up the stairs, through my bedroom. I decided that I would spend the Christmas holidays with them since I hadn’t seen them in months. Even though those were my intentions, I ended up spending my time pouring over the books Master Alexander gave me, and not having much time to spend with my mother or father.

Since I have arrived here my research enthralled me as much as ever. My theories are proving to be correct after all. Christmas in France, New Year's at the BurrowCollapse )

December 19th, 2005

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I have been in the Burrow for a few days now, and all I can say is that I finally feel like I am home. I spoke to my parents today. I Apparated to a spot out of Ottery St.Catchpole and used a payphone to call them in the house they now live in Northern France. They have retired there since I asked them to just before the Final Battle. The danger then was too high to risk and after a lot of persuasion they did move there. At first they said t was temporary but they must have found new friends there for they decided to stay there after I told them about my studies at the Institute.

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December 16th, 2005

Together and Apart

This morning was so different than yesterday. The bruises have gone from my body, except from my face. My left cheek is still a bit blue. With my recovery though, things came back to me. While I may not be a romantic creature, I would have liked dwelling on the sweet stupor yesterday brought. The events after the attack were painful, ever etched on my memory, but they were sweet as well.

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December 14th, 2005

The Beggining of a nice day

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I feel cold…very cold. I bury myself in the covers, but wince in the process. I try opening my eyes and when I do, instead of bright yellowish sunrays, I am met with soft grayish light. The ceiling is not the one I am used to seeing early in the morning… And it all comes back to me. The attack, Harry, Ron…John! I try to sit up but my sides protest.

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December 12th, 2005

To my Seventh Brother

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Happy Birthday, Charlie.

December 10th, 2005

In The Cottage

The sun has set a long time ago, and I sit here realizing that I haven’t slept these past couple of days.

Since the morning after the supposed ‘attack’ when I woke up at noon and stepped out of my house, I can’t get the sight I was met with out of my mind.

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December 8th, 2005


The research I have started due to Master Alexander’s small ‘urge’ to do so, has led me to some intriguing theories.

Thoughts and a NightmareCollapse )

December 4th, 2005

In general I am not a person that sulks. In my 22 years of existence I remember very few moments that I have sulked or brooded. Yes, I have been sad more times than I can count, depressed as well. As for being miserable, I had a few moments of those as well.

Sulkiness does not often visit me though, and sitting here this early in the morning –much earlier than even I am used to- I believe that I can detect the symptoms of sulkiness taking over me.

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November 25th, 2005

A letter too many..

This week has been utterly boring. That is until the sun came up this morning. Arriving at the Institute I knew my day would be busy. What I knew not was that it would be exciting as well.

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