Sep 05, 2006 18:43
Fresh term, fresh intake, and fresh realisation for Diane that she is freakishly tall. That, or the average height of 11-year-old wizarding folk is decreasing by a significant percentage every year. Is this what it feels like to be old?
It's strange to think back to my own Sorting, somewhat overshadowed by tales of aeronautical automobiles though it may have been. Seven years manages to seem a very long time, and a brief fragment of a few linked moments at the same time.
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Only twelve. Graphically-speaking, that's probably not a good trend.
Putting my thoughts down like this is still rather odd, particularly to read them back. Not quite the same as a pensive - either the one from that Charms section on memory, or dad's although that does mostly contain endless weather forecasts. No one would want to retain all those in useful memory space for long. Of course I remember writing each thought down, but they don't slot back together as easily as the less mundane versions. Still, a more objective look at oneself can only be useful, I suppose.
Hmm. Thought shapes. I wonder... how far does the difference go, between being shaped or channelled and doing the shaping? Rivers can be channelled, after all, but they will alter their course, even if it was manmade. Magical flow can certainly feed back on the user, I wonder -
That thought looked odd written down. Now, what is the etiquette, here?
Locked to Luna Lovegood
Hello Luna. A little bird told me... or would that be snake? Snake-bird. Great, archeology, I am in a weird mood today I hear you've got some ideas on the origins of magic; I have in interest, and a tin of rather good Muggle hot chocolate that needs using up. Fancy a chat and glucose infusion some time?