Re: 5th Year - Louvika Nipher PrewettkatherynneNovember 19 2005, 23:11:06 UTC
But this dream had been… it had been… completely ridiculous. Flat out and completely ridiculous. It was like… well, she couldn’t remember how it had even started. But she had been walking down this path… a very loooong path… it must’ve been ages. And then there were these birds… oh, but never mind the birds. So, the path and the birds, right? And the walking- oh, there was lots of walking. And then the falling- she swore she had tripped over a stone, which was pretty unusual, because she was always tripping over very weird things, like this one time when she tripped over Professor Dumbledore with a cat in his eye. Not like in his eye when you are looking at someone and their reflection is in your eyes, but like a cat was hanging out of his eye which must’ve been beyond painful, so no wonder the poor fellow was asking for a tissue. But, no, this time it was something perfectly normal- a stone. And she was falling into a well. And as she fell, Regulus Black, whom she doesn’t even KNOW, shouted something in French and laughed. He was really the only face she actually recognized from the falling, but she was quite certain that there had been others there.
And then she had been eaten by the ocean.
Which had made her quite irritable, as ocean dreams always did. So she’d woken up in a fit, only to find her hair as twice as irritable as she was. After a good twenty minutes fighting with the red-gold mass and sincerely wishing for a pair of scissors, she’d finally just given up and bound it up in a messy, curly bun.
And then Cu, her cat, ate her glasses.
He actually did this a lot, so it wasn’t actually surprising. She went through fifteen pairs last year, and two over the summer, actually, but it was the whole point that she had a Charms Exam that morning- and it was written, and since the glasses were far beyond a simple Repairo spell, she was going to have to turn her head sideways and close her left eye and squint her right in order to see the questions.
Damn cat.
So after a good deal of stumbling and bumbling about, she’d managed to make her way downstairs with enough time to put her sleeve in the marmalade and spill coffee down her robe front.
But, supposing she read the questions right, she was hoping for at least an A on the test, which was fairly optimistic, considering she’d gotten a P on the last one.
Transfiguration, at least, had gone on without much trouble. She’d received an E on her last essay, which was very encouraging.
And then break had come, along with it a very repugnant-feeling Peeves. She had been right on the stairs (a mistake in itself) when the poltergeist had swooped down on her, causing her to trip. Luckily enough, it was backwards, and therefore up the stairs instead of down, which would have been cataclysmic, considering the amount of books she was carrying at the time.
“Loop-De-Lou, Loop-De-Lou, Looking O! Quite so blue! So clumsy she’ll fall, Right down stair, or hall, Always head-over-heels, my Loop-De-Lou!”
Louvika glared up at the poltergeist from her hunched position on the staircase.
“That was brill, Peeves. Positively. Brill,” she commented, dryly, pushing herself to her knees, drawing her wand from her pocket. She’d show him, oh boy, would she…
Just getting him in her sights (which wasn’t very reliable, actually…), she wound up her arm as if getting ready to pitch a softball three times, before yelling, “INCENDIO!”
A spout of fire shot out of the end of the wand, aiming right for Peeves. The poltergeist, however, merely blew a very loud (and rude) raseberry and vanished.
Re: 5th Year - Louvika Nipher PrewettkatherynneNovember 19 2005, 23:12:53 UTC
Having no more clear target, it arched in midair where Peeves had been, then began its descent, causing several passing fourth years to scream and jump out of the way. A very musty and slightly moldy looking wizard in a portrait on the wall jumped into the neighboring landscape of the Rhine just in time, before getting to his feet and giving Lou such a reprimand in very thick, old German, gesturing figuratively and passionately to the scorched and ruined canvas which once had been his beloved little hut. With a very upset sigh, Lou rose to her feet, just in time to hear a ringing shout coming from the bottom of the stairs.
“PREWETT!” Lou whipped around to see a very miffed Filch storming her way. She bent down to retrieve her bag (about to run for it, no doubt; not that she’d get far) when…
“’Ere she is, Caretaker!” came a nasty singsong of a voice, right as Lou felt a hearty shove in the small of her back. With a pip of a scream, she toppled, ankles flying up over her head, down two flights of stairs and landing right at Filchs feet.
“Head-Over-Heels Loop-De-Lou!” screeched Peeves, before zooming off to annoy the same fourth years.
12. Do you have any last thoughts/comments/questions/concerns/other things you must tell us? My ears hurt right now, and I’m not sure why.
And then she had been eaten by the ocean.
Which had made her quite irritable, as ocean dreams always did. So she’d woken up in a fit, only to find her hair as twice as irritable as she was. After a good twenty minutes fighting with the red-gold mass and sincerely wishing for a pair of scissors, she’d finally just given up and bound it up in a messy, curly bun.
And then Cu, her cat, ate her glasses.
He actually did this a lot, so it wasn’t actually surprising. She went through fifteen pairs last year, and two over the summer, actually, but it was the whole point that she had a Charms Exam that morning- and it was written, and since the glasses were far beyond a simple Repairo spell, she was going to have to turn her head sideways and close her left eye and squint her right in order to see the questions.
Damn cat.
So after a good deal of stumbling and bumbling about, she’d managed to make her way downstairs with enough time to put her sleeve in the marmalade and spill coffee down her robe front.
But, supposing she read the questions right, she was hoping for at least an A on the test, which was fairly optimistic, considering she’d gotten a P on the last one.
Transfiguration, at least, had gone on without much trouble. She’d received an E on her last essay, which was very encouraging.
And then break had come, along with it a very repugnant-feeling Peeves. She had been right on the stairs (a mistake in itself) when the poltergeist had swooped down on her, causing her to trip. Luckily enough, it was backwards, and therefore up the stairs instead of down, which would have been cataclysmic, considering the amount of books she was carrying at the time.
“Loop-De-Lou, Loop-De-Lou,
Looking O! Quite so blue!
So clumsy she’ll fall,
Right down stair, or hall,
Always head-over-heels, my Loop-De-Lou!”
Louvika glared up at the poltergeist from her hunched position on the staircase.
“That was brill, Peeves. Positively. Brill,” she commented, dryly, pushing herself to her knees, drawing her wand from her pocket. She’d show him, oh boy, would she…
Just getting him in her sights (which wasn’t very reliable, actually…), she wound up her arm as if getting ready to pitch a softball three times, before yelling, “INCENDIO!”
A spout of fire shot out of the end of the wand, aiming right for Peeves. The poltergeist, however, merely blew a very loud (and rude) raseberry and vanished.
The fire, however, did not.
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“PREWETT!”
Lou whipped around to see a very miffed Filch storming her way. She bent down to retrieve her bag (about to run for it, no doubt; not that she’d get far) when…
“’Ere she is, Caretaker!” came a nasty singsong of a voice, right as Lou felt a hearty shove in the small of her back. With a pip of a scream, she toppled, ankles flying up over her head, down two flights of stairs and landing right at Filchs feet.
“Head-Over-Heels Loop-De-Lou!” screeched Peeves, before zooming off to annoy the same fourth years.
12. Do you have any last thoughts/comments/questions/concerns/other things you must tell us?
My ears hurt right now, and I’m not sure why.
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Potions - 2
Transfigurations- 1
Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
Arithimacy - 1
Divinations
History of Magic
DADA - 1
Flying
Music - 3
Dancing
Crafts [Think Knitting, Jewelry Making, Scrapbook, Hobbies]
Arts [Think Painting, Drawing, Photography, Fine Arts]
Sports [Think chess, rugby, football, quidditch, etc]
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