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[20 Sep 2004|12:03pm]

Hey guys, I'm closing this community because it's just not getting off the ground. But please visit these communities (where I play Cho in all) because they're great groups, people are very welcoming, and it's just fun!

hoggywarts_ooc (This is where you go to fill out an app)

Wizard School

Charming Potter (This is actually a link to their site where you can fill out an application. You can view what's been going on lately as well.
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[04 Sep 2004|06:22pm]

[ mood | indescribable ]

Harry opened his eyes slowly. The room was blurred... He blinked a couple times, trying to make the blurriness go away. Finally, the room came into focus. Where was he...? Suddenly it came to him-- St. Mungo's.
The nurse came in just as he realized this, letting out a little shriek. "He's awake! He's awake!" she squeaked. He looked at her and said, "How long have I been sleeping?"
She quieted her voice and became much more serious. "Seven days."
Harry stared at her, his green eyes wide with shock and his mouth slightly open as he said...

"What happened to me?"

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[03 Sep 2004|01:35pm]

Michael grabbed his cloak, and jumped outside onto the porch of his humble abode. He went around to the side of the house, and pulled open the large chest containing his broomstick. Snatching it lightly, he climbed on, and glided away, low to the ground.

Picking up speed, he raised altitude, and sped up into the clouds.

He was off to see Cho.
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[30 Aug 2004|03:14am]


Whilst in Diagon AlleyCollapse )
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[29 Aug 2004|10:53pm]

Draco silently grabbed any clothes of his he could find(within drawers, in his closet, in his wardrobe), and threw it into his open trunk. He was packing to leave. He was contemplating whether to leave a note for his mother, or to escape, without leaving any explanation for his mother. Although, he knew that she wasn't that dumb. She knew that he wanted to leave early for Hogwarts, and denying him that, would only cause him to want to get away sooner.

He was off for The Three Broomsticks. He sent an owl to reserve himself a room for the next week, just until Hogwarts was open, for the extra week.

He quickly slammed his trunk shut, after throwing his last few quills and pages of parchment in. No note, he decided. He would send an owl later in the week. she would have to worry until then.

But, for now, he would be gone.
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He is Yet Alive [29 Aug 2004|04:42pm]

[ mood | moody ]

Sirius shook his head and groaned against the pain that racked his entire body. He had somehow been returned to the magical world, in his room at the Black house. He could hear voices down the hall, so he stood and slowly made his way towards the noise. With a sigh, he opened the door slightly, slightly cautious as to waht he might find. Or Who.

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[27 Aug 2004|11:03pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

Owl to the One Called Ron WeasleyCollapse )

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[27 Aug 2004|11:02pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

Harry glanced around his room, making sure that he didn't forget anything. He was going to meet Ron at Diagon Alley, and he'd be staying the rest of the summer, so he needed to keep checking that he didn't leave anything behind. He was minorly depressed that he missed meeting Cho at Diagon Alley, but it wasn't really that big of a deal. Plus, she was going with her boyfriend, and things would be awkward.

Once he was sure that all his belongings were safe in his trunk, he wrote a quick note to Ron (OOC: posted in next entry), and headed on his way, keeping as silent as he could. As he walked out the door of this house that he loathed so much, he turned to look at it again. When he looked at that house, he felt so empty inside... Like he could be gaining something by living there, yet he couldn't reach it. He turned around and wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes. Now wasn't the time to be upset, he had places to go.

And he didn't want to come back.

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Owl Posts [27 Aug 2004|12:13am]


Ron sat on his chair. He leaned on his desk with a quill in his hand and his bare elbows resting on it. One elbow seemed to be higher than the other due to the desk being slightly crooked, maybe it was just because the floor was slightly crooked as well. Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle cap from a butterbeer. He bent down and placed it under the left leg of the desk. He looked down at his blank piece of parchment and began writing...

    ...an owl awaits Harry Potter and Hermione Granger at the6thweasley 's journal.

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[26 Aug 2004|01:13pm]

Cho stood outside of Gringotts on a Friday afternoon. She was to meet Michael here at three, but because she didn't have anything better to do, so she had decided to go early. She couldn't wait to see Michael though! She hadn't talked to him all summer and now she would get to see him. She smiled to herself. She had missed him.
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[27 Aug 2004|10:05am]

[ mood | hopeful ]

The carriage trundled up the well-worn path to Hogwarts, its wheels a steady droning creak in the late August air. Remus was prone to dozing whenever boredom overcame his senses, but the knowledge of his destination held him to wakefulness. He was oddly glad to be traveling to the school before start of term, rather than arriving with the students on the Hogwarts Express as he had before. Seeing as he would have the post of permanent Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher unless some unforeseen event occured, he was to arrive early and settle in before term began. It made him feel quite adult, for once, and not just a young man with too many books directing unruly students and hoping to get it right.
Leaning over, Remus peeked out of the window. Hogwarts rose magestically against the starry sky, its lights few at this time. The young man smiled, comforted by the familiar sight. It would be wonderful to return, this time hopefully to stay. Not saying, of course, that he was not dreadfully nervous at the prospect of teaching when all were aware of his condition. He was going to recieve a few nasty letters, this he was sure of. But it would be worth it, wouldn't it?

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[26 Aug 2004|11:36am]

Draco stood, silent, staring into his mother's eyes. He was furious with her at the moment. Upon hearing the idea that Draco wanted to leave home a week early to get away not only from the house, but from her, absolutely appalled her. Draco's father had been gone, locked away in Azkaban, for almost three months to the date. Draco's mother, was feeling very lonely lately, over Draco's holiday, and all she wanted to do was spend time with him, but it only ended up in a large altercation.

"I don't think I want you to go Draco!" she bellowed suddenly.

"Mother. I don't care what you think right now. I am going." Draco turned quickly on his heel, and out of the room. dashing up the stairs, heading toward his room, which was down the large mansion's hallway.

Slamming the door behind him, he plopped onto his bed.

"I'm going."
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[24 Aug 2004|08:37pm]

Michael sat over his desk, which was propped up against the wall of his room, spreading out the parchment he was to wrap Cho's presents in.

Placing the small boxes in the center of the smooth parchment, he began to wonder what she might think of the boring french mood bracelets he bought her. He knew she would like them, but would she really like them? He batched the idea, thinking he was just being stupid. The thing that was really on his mind was what he was hoping to be able to ask her.

Should he even ask her? She'd probably think he was just being weird.

Finnishing up the the last creese by placing one more bit of spello-tape, he quickly scrolled a small note on top of wrapped boxes:

To Cho Chang
With Love From Michael

He set down his quill and sat back in his chair.

Damn I'm cheesy, he thought...
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[24 Aug 2004|08:36pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

Harry sat on his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive and thought of the events that were to come. He couldn't wait until he saw Ron and Hermione again; it had been so long. He also, apparently, was to be meeting Cho and Michael Corner at Diagon Alley. He was worried that it'd get a little weird, though, since he'd feel like a 3rd wheel. But, no matter. His intentions were to enjoy himself. And that is what he'd strive to achieve.

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[23 Aug 2004|03:40pm]


Owl to Hermione and HarryCollapse )

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[23 Aug 2004|09:38am]

Owl to Michael CornerCollapse )
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[22 Aug 2004|10:17am]

Owl to Harry PotterCollapse )
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[09 Aug 2004|09:32pm]

Character ApplicationCollapse )
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Rules!!! [09 Aug 2004|09:17pm]

These are very important!! Please read them and make sure you understand everything before you send in your application!

The All Important Rules!!!Collapse )
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