Chronicles of >>The Boy Who Lived<< journal entry 8

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The Toruble w/Icons

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Bonjour, Jonquille *smiling*

Your User Icon (that hot pik that shows up along side your posts) can only be 100 x 100 pixels. Google and Yahoo are really fabulous about putting the image size right under their pics so you won't have to guess and be pissed off later.

For your Info Page, the pik can be any size (thus, my tribute to his Slytherin Hotness), but you have to use correct html languaje (don't worry --that's Spanish, not my inability to spell properly).

My PC just received a severe spanking, so unfortunately, I don't have my Pik-skrinking doc up at the moment. I can convert any pix you'd like for your Info Page to html for ya *smile*

Shit, I'm Managemant. It's The Least I Can Do...And Then There's the Fact The Draco's Involved... =)
Me

PS: Like your green site. I went to post, but got the "GO-AWAY-TIL-LATER" message.

PS:...

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Oh, and Jonquille, I wanted to make sure an add this important bit.

Whenever you want to post, for the love of Merlin, please don't hit >> REPLY TO THIS << (If you've seen our Journal Entries before 6, you understand) We're desperately trying to avoid the Tornado Effect in here (or, as Tor calls it Tornader).

Hit >> POST A NEW COMMENT << instead. I'd be forever grateful. Also, less dizzy *chuckling*

Alright, Time to Pump BB Full of HP Gossip =)
Me

Awww...Didn't He Look Like a Cute-r-Kuns(??)

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*The Tom Felton Scowl of Perfected Indignation*

Any-hoo...

[Skipping Tea]: Harry and William sped back in William's posh little beamer while Grandma and Harry (the Other one) followed in tow. William asked Harry if he'd mind skipping Tea (it's protocol and he doesn't mind going along so as not to ruffle feathers) and go out to have a meal. Harry agreed and went on a rambling tour w/Prince Harry while William showered. P-Harry took our boy down a magnificient hall w/oil paintings of Royals lined on each side (he still thought the moving portraits at Hogwarts were better). P- Harry then went through a meticulous account of their names and titles (though Harry had his doubts as to how serious he should take the Prince after hearing such things as Edward the Emetic --trust me, you should look this up-- and Catherine of Hora). William met them in the Upper South Wing library (can you believe they have a library for every direction/every wing/every floor)were a freshly pressed baby blue shirt and khaki trousers (this surprised Harry). He

[Cozy Dinner]:

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It took HP a minute, but he realized why they were able to drive through the city and barely register a second glance from the people on the street. In saying goodbye to Liz, William was also making arrangement for small faux motorcade to be released before the trio left in the Benz. P-Harry cackled gleefully at the thought of paparazzi mindlessly chasing around members of the gardening staff. William didn't think this was nearly as funny (HP wondered if it had anything to do w/their mom). After 20 minutes, they pulled into an alley and went in through the back way of a restaurant. The lighting was fueled only be candles and was beautiful and immediately relaxing. A few people watched them pass by and waved casually at William and P-Harry. HP was shocked by how unaffected the other diners were. Then as they sat down, HP's eyes got adjusted to the dimness and he recognized a girl surrounded by boisterious teens at another table as Eugenia (Dutchess Fergie's daughter). He wasn't sure who must of the other people were, but from the

[On The Hotline]:

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HP and William discussed politics, football (soccer to us American brats) and movies. HP was pleasantly surprised by how easy going and well versed William was. P-Harry, however, had jammed on a pair of headphones and was mumbling along to the words of --you guessed it-- >>Draco Rockstar<< *smirk!* When they arrived at the clock tower, the car was immediately swarmed by photographers and girls going *SQUEEE!* Apparently, the HP fan back at dinner had hit the speed dial button in emergency fashion. The boys were quickly surrounded by flashing bulbs and folks pushing pens and papers in their face (thus, our Icon) and William and HP graciously signed as many as their hands would allow before cramping. P-Harry joined in offers to have his pictures taken w/tourists instead. William's suits backed everyone off after a while and ushered the trio back into the Benz. They never did see much of Big Ben...