writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia

I, unlike most, am not drunk.

Still glad to be home, though.

Warded to Teeny Boot

Hey. Sorry about all that.

I've been thinking about trying my hand at a horror story or two, so I have two-part poll.

a) What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

b) What is the scariest situation you can imagine yourself in?

Should've shared this yesterday, but I was too busy avoiding the hoards of pink.

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Do you know what's utter rubbish? Spilling a plate of hollandaise all over your pristine white coat. In front of all the guests. So you can't use Scourgify to clean yourself up.

Do you know what's worse? Listening to your father go on for three hours about how much he's looking forward to coming back to Hogwarts for a weekend. Has anyone organised a mass protest yet?

Let's play a game. I start a story with a sentence. Someone adds on a sentence. You add on to the last person's contribution. Get it? Simple. Here we go.

If there was one thing Hen had learned in his short fourteen years, it was that there is always someone who will be offended by sincerity.

I'm re-reading FotR yet again. Why, you ask? Simple. One word: Transfiguration. No, I'm not searching for some magical key to unlock the alchemical mystery of the craft. I'm trying to escape. It's incredibly monotonous to continue in a futile attempt: rather like bashing one's head against a wall time and again and expecting to find a result other than a nagging rattle in my head and looking the fool. At least in escape I don't know that I look like a fool. Perhaps that's why they say ignorance is bliss.

In any event, I've rambled away from my point. I've come to the point where the fellowship reaches Lothlorien, and the way Tolkien describes it is fantastic precisely because he leaves so much to the imagination. The group, you might recall, is blindfolded, so our first impression of the scene is through those senses we tend to ignore: sound, smell, touch. I was so intrigued by the technique (because I think it creates a more vivid picture in the mind's eye) that I did a little exercise earlier. I tried to describe a scene I knew well--the kitchen in my parents' restaurant--without relying on vision. It was hard, even in a place that's so completely dominated by smells and noise. Can any of you do it?

Also: when is the next Gryffindor Quidditch match?

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So come and tell me something that you’ve already told me
Because everybody’s heard all of your stories
I hope that some of them are ( true )