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it's heaven for the weather,
BUT TO HELL TO SELL YOUR SOUL.
the ratio
females (18) males (24)
latest acceptance: esmeralda mckinnon
so this is what doom looks like.
The weather today is slightly sarcastic, with a good chance of a) indifference, or b) disinterest in what they say.
Empty faces, blank stares, vague frowns, a frustrating common reluctance to believe; the stark symptoms of a diseased society. No one knows just how bad the world has it, and they won't know 'till it's too late.
Lord Voldemort is in the middle of his surge to power, and he's meeting strangely little resistance. Where have all the people gone? Well, you can't block a blow if you don't know it's coming.
oh, and you should know
I USED YOUR TOOTHBRUSH THIS MORNING.
setting 
september, 1977
{ WANING GIBBOUS
This month is all crisp, bracing autumn days and cool fresh air. A few thunderstorms have carried over from summer, but they're brief and hasty, leaving warmth and sun in their wake.
news
CADERE MEMORIA; bulletin VI
POLLS ARE UP!; bulletin VII
ACTIVITY CHECK!; bulletin VIII
house points
GRYFFINDOR, 510
HUFFLEPUFF, 515
RAVENCLAW, 510
SLYTHERIN, 510
HUFFLEPUFF is in the lead!
( earn, reward, or dock. )
and these quick fixes
THEY'RE LACED WITH NITROGLYCERIN.
quick switch
word count
just like clockwork,
A WELL-OILED MACHINE.
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when you're in the spotlight,
TRY NOT TO MELT.
extra, extra, chat it up here!
BUT DON'T ADVERTISE, DAMMIT.
idk, my bff jill?
MEET MY FRAND BOB.
show the black screen,
PLAY THE BLOOPER REEL.
the site (SAVVY, FEN & sara)
content (savvy, fen, sara & members)
i-h common room & various inspiration (c&b)
skin (this banquet.)
sidebar (dana)
coding help (rcr)
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ACTIVITY CHECK.
the plot
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here i am, dressed to massacre.
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I will not blame Peeves for my misdeeds.
I will not blame Peeves for my misdeeds.
I will not blame Peeves for my misdeeds.
Peeves will not blame me for his misdeeds. POTTER!
IT WAS PEEVES! The beginning of another year at Hogwarts is a milestone which everyone involved yearns to reach. Though the students and teachers alike've all had perfectly lovely summers, they know Hogwarts will churn up even more adventure, and they can't wait to begin. Because, as you know, this year is special - the Marauders are prepared to race through their seventh year at Hogwarts (and then LEAVE, finally! Cue a shared sigh from all of their professors.) The four of them are already brewing up ways to leave their mark on the school, and have it be as permanent as the Sticking Charm on the back of Walburga Black's horrid portrait. Because this, of course, is their last year... and everyone's waiting to see how big of a bang they'll be going out with.THE POSSIBILITIES ARE FATHOMLESS. Meanwhile, the whole of the wizarding world is madly content to shove the Dark Lord into the remote, dusty backs of their minds and distract themselves with the coming start of term. Though ignorance - in this case, as with most cases - is most definitely not bliss. Because He is gaining power... fast. Too fast.
Wait, that's not right, he's not supposed to be quite as powerful as he is. Not for another... say, twenty years?BLOODY HELL. The daily prophet's news stories are as bubbly and optimistic - as talented at blatantly avoiding the huge coming reign of terror - as ever at the beginning, but with each issue, the voice behind the prophet gets bleaker, quieter, less certain. And then it brightens all of a sudden, mystifying readers everywhere. That's because the Dark Lord'll have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic by then, and nobody's the wiser. But everyone's the worse for wear - with the Ministry at his fingertips and the world deliberately ignoring his surge to power, what can't he do?IT'S ALL RIGHT, NOBODY PANIC. LOVELY DAY, EH? As the wizarding world begins its slow spiral into death and despair (unnoticed, for the most part, by the general wizarding public, thanks to a newly corrupted Ministry), the students are preparing to head safely back at Hogwarts, ready to ride out another year and enjoy themselves. Typical school drama having already set in during some choice encounters in Diagon Alley (complete with butting heads, pawing hooves, impossible obliviety, carefully nipped and tucked knowledge, and deliberately fabricated blind spots.) The Dark Lord is practically under your noses, people.CAN'T YOU SMELL THE STENCH OF EVIL? Someone alert the muggle authorities, because the wizards have all been blinded by their wishful thinking. They're not doing anything about the problem, and the power is leaking out of their hands. Snatched away by one Lord Voldemort, that is, or have you forgotten too?
Someone needs to hold the smelling salts under the Ministry's nose, because everything is not okay.
Oh wait. That's being taken over as we speak.
Voldemort is coiling back to strike twenty years early, so be careful what you do or say, because those fangs are poisonous.
Get ready, because this one feels like a doozy.
Jump-start the resistance.
At least the Order of the Phoenix has got the right idea.
Everybody give their physical and emotional damnedest.
This is the age of hope, kid.ORDER IS OUT. CHAOS IS IN.
ALL WE NEED IS
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