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Mara-Jade-Skywalker Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 3/3/04 7:01pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	cleric, that's fine. Roster Gryffindor LittleJedi – Head Prefect Eowyn_Jade – Prefect S_E_Skywalker – Prefect KrystalBlaze – Prefect KenobisGirl gonzoforce YoungJedi11 spooky-kid Jedi_Cyana ShasaWaterwalker arabellafiggy Autumn_Myst Anakin_Skywalker217 Members: 13 Ravenclaw Daughter_of_Yubyub – Head Prefect Iron_Fist – Prefect jedi_master_ousley – Prefect The_Standmaiden – Prefect padawanskywalker Lank_Pavail saberlord99 Sar-Tamber-lac Devi Raincloud Guinastasia Ysanne_Isard Miana Kenobi Members: 13 Hufflepuff BobaKoon – Prefect Sara_Kenobi – Prefect Monica_Skywalker – Prefect Yoda_Yo_Mama Lady_Jedi_Skywalker Cat_Orange Members: 6 Slytherin Gaeri – Head Prefect Yodaminch – Prefect thecleric007 – Prefect Jedi_Shmeh – Prefect DarthXan318 RogueSticks PadawanEmily lord_yoda01 GrandAdmiralStrife zuckuss1138 Aerandir JainaDurron NexuTamer Saruman_the_Silver Members: 15 House Standings – Week 3 Slytherin – 4405 points Hufflepuff – 2244 points Gryffindor – 1770 points Ravenclaw – 1245 points Head Boy/Girl standings – Week 3 RogueSticks – 1605 points Bobakoon – 1355 points LittleJedi – 1355 points Gaeri – 740 points Aerandir – 685 points Yodaminch – 480 points Sara_Kenobi – 474 points Miana Kenobi – 310 points thecleric007 – 285 points DarthXan318 – 250 points Daughter_of_Yubyub – 205 points Eowyn_Jade – 200 points Iron_Fist – 195 points Lady_Jedi_Skywalker – 175 points Ysanne_Isard – 175 points The_Standmaiden – 165 points Devi – 160 points Nexu-Tamer – 155 points JainaDurron – 130 points Monica_Skywalker – 125 points Autumn_Myst – 105 points ShasaWaterwalker – 105 points Cat-Orange – 90 points Jedi_Shmeh – 75 points Sar-Tamber-lac – 25 points Raincloud –20 points jedi_master_ousley – 15 points Lank_Pavail – 15 points Yoda_Yo_Mama – 30 points -----signature----- Headmistress \|\| JC Hogwarts House Cup I <3 XKCD \|\| http://xkcd.com/325/
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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 3/3/04 7:52pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	MJS ... what would you do if we finished all the tasks before the deadline? Just curious. -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels
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thecleric007 Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 3/3/04 8:38pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	Hmmm...finishing the tasks before the deadline. Could be interesting. You all would have to get back to work though. The board's been practically dead this week...except for me! I can just see it now though, the ALL-CLERIC update. And thanks Mara...I didn't really think it would be a problem, just wanted to make sure. We really are good at inane conversation...but I have to admit Ravenclaw beats us at spamming. The Cleric 007 -----signature----- The Snippy Slytherin
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Gaeri Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 3/3/04 9:39pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	I can just see it now though, the ALL-CLERIC update. Well, Aerandir's actually posted more than you this week (though not in volume...) If you want to make that dream of the ALL-CLERIC update a reality, you'd better get crackin'. Great job with Week 3, Slytherins! SERPENTS FOR THE CUP! -----signature----- I have yet to encounter a situation that cannot be improved by the application of wit. John Williams is my god JC House Cup V.12 ~~Slytherin~~ Head Prefect Dual Draft Champion - 3 Victories! - Go Intruder Squadron and the Unified Force!!
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BobaKoon Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 3/4/04 4:13am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	Ah...good week everyone! looks at Little Jedi's score and mine Odd. -----signature----- "Have you ever killed a man? Ever see a man die in combat? I've killed men, and I've heard them dying, and I've watched them dying. And there is nothing glorious about it. Nothing poetic." ~Hector in "Troy"
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Gaeri Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 3/4/04 4:51am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	I saw that, BobaKoon. Maybe you guys have been the same person all along! [face_shocked] And as to what I posted above, Cleric, well, I suck. I shouldn't be allowed to post when I don't remember what day it is; I thought all your recent stuff was loaded last week already. But it's not. And I'm a dork. And everyone can still look forward to the ALL CLERIC week. 'Tis all. -----signature----- I have yet to encounter a situation that cannot be improved by the application of wit. John Williams is my god JC House Cup V.12 ~~Slytherin~~ Head Prefect Dual Draft Champion - 3 Victories! - Go Intruder Squadron and the Unified Force!!
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yodaminch Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 3/4/04 12:31pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	All Cleric eh? Not if I get the class wrong task finished. Kiss that THE goodbye!
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Mara-Jade-Skywalker Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 3/4/04 5:57pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	lol By the way, in case people didn't notice, I re-added all the scores overall to make sure that there weren't any mistakes and to correct the errors that I found out about earlier, so they might be a bit different from what they were before (in most cases they're the same, though). MJS ... what would you do if we finished all the tasks before the deadline? Just curious. What, are you guys wondering so you can plan to be difficult or something? Anyways, if all the Houses finished all the tasks, then I might end the game early so long as there isn't a tie... if there was a tie, I'd probably create a short task list for a tie breaker (possibly with trivia, too) and give everyone a week to do it and see who has the highest score at that time. Ah...good week everyone! looks at Little Jedi's score and mine * Odd.* Heh, yeah... I thought that was odd that you guys both got the same score at this point. -----signature----- Headmistress \|\| JC Hogwarts House Cup I <3 XKCD \|\| http://xkcd.com/325/
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thecleric007 Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 3/4/04 7:21pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	My dreams of an all-Cleric update are shattered. Xan has posted a task. Oh well, a mostly-Cleric update is still good. Btw, do you realize that Slytherin only has 854 points less than the other three houses COMBINED. Way to go serpants!!!! The Cleric 007 -----signature----- The Snippy Slytherin
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Daughter_of_Yubyub Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/4/04 7:45pm Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	That's what you [i]think. Incidently, does sabrelord even exist? Does he plan on playing this game? -----signature----- The Timbit Evangelist Dark Lady of the JCC Yubsié, Handmaiden of the Crest EUDF Commodore\| Assistant Empress etc.- WJFC See my bio for my memberships and fanfiction
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The_Standmaiden Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/5/04 9:13am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin! - Date Edited: 3/5/04 9:14am (1 edits total) Edited By: The_Standmaiden
	Apparently he exists; he's registered at the Ravenclaw board. He even has fifteen posts, but I think they're from another year. EDIT: Last Activity- Feb 18 2004, 11:46 PM Heh. I'd say he's not going to be doing much.
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Daughter_of_Yubyub Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/5/04 11:10am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin! - Date Edited: 3/5/04 11:23am (4 edits total) Edited By: Daughter_of_Yubyub
	Ravenclaw Update Week 4 Books How do Wizards recognize each other on the streets while in the Muggle world? 5 points. Although one may speculated that wizards and witches have a special "aura" about them that can only be seen by other magical people, I think the real explanation is more simple - wizards and witches recognize their kind by the way they dress and behave (and subtleties like a wand sticking out of a pocket), the way someone who's grown up in Utah might be able to recognize Mormons by certain cultural nuances. Also, many wizards and witches probably know each other anyhow, given the small size of their community. Devi Movies Script a scene from the Chamber of Secrets book that was omitted completely from the movie. Do not just type out the dialogue – also include some descriptions of actions and scenery, etc. Also, must not be overly short. May do up to 3. 40 points. EXT: Number Four, Privet Drive; Morning. CAMERA pans in from front driveway around house into KITCHEN WINDOW. INT: KITCHEN. CAMERA show breakfast table. VERNON DURSLEY sits opposite HARRY POTTER, PETUNIA DURSLEY and DUDLEY DURSLEY on both sides of him. DUDLEY eats hungrily while VERNON points a finger at HARRY. VERNON: Third time this week! If you can’t control that owl, it’ll have to go! CAMERA on HARRY. HARRY: She’s bored. She’s use to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night – CAMERA on VERNON. VERNON snarls, bits of fried egg dangling from his mustache. VERNON: Do I look stupid? I know what’ll happen if that owl’s let out. VERNON looks LEFT. CAMERA focuses on PETUNIA, who looks darkly. CAMERA on HARRY. HARRY sighs as he opens his mouth to speak. CAMERA to DUDLEY. DUDLEY belches loudly. DUDLEY: I want more bacon. CAMERA to PETUNIA. PETUNIA: There’s more in the frying pan, sweetums. CAMERA to Harry. HARRY rolls his eyes. CAMERA back to PETUNIA. PETUNIA: We must build you up while we’ve got the chance... I don’t like the sound of that school food... CAMERA to VERNON, who snorts. VERNON: Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings. Dudley gets enough, don’t you, son? CAMERA to DUDLEY. DUDLEY grins. CAMERA pulls back to wide shot of the table. DUDLEY eyes frying pan in center of the table, then eyes HARRY. DUDLEY: Pass the frying pan. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY grits his teeth. HARRY: You’ve forgotten the magic word. CAMERA on entire table. DUDLEY stares wide-eyed at HARRY and falls out of his chair. PETUNIA screams and covers her mouth with her hands. VERNON jumps to his feet in a rage. CAMERA on HARRY, who looks panicked. HARRY: I meant ‘please!’ I didn’t mean... CAMERA to VERNON. VERNON: WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SAYING THE ‘M’ WORD IN OUR HOUSE? CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: But I... CAMERA to VERNON. VERNON: HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY! VERNON pounds his fist on the table. CAMERA to PETUNIA, who jumps. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: I just... CAMERA to VERNON. VERNON: I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF! CAMERA to HARRY, who rolls his eyes. CAMERA to PETUNIA, who has gone and tries to help DUDLEY to his feet. CAMERA back to HARRY. HARRY: All right, all right... CAMERA on VERNON. VERNON slowly sits back down. INT: HOGWARTS. Corridor outside of the GREAT HALL. CAMERA on HARRY POTTER, HERMIONE GRANGER, and RON WEASLEY as they walk past the open doors. Inside, they can see all the students talking loudly at the tables, giant jack-o-lanterns hanging in the air and bats fly about. HERMIONE: A promise is a promise. You said you’d go to the deathday party. INT: Passageway leading to DUNGEONS. CAMERA follows HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON as they walk towards the DUNGEONS. BLACK CANDLES with blue flames burn along the walls. CAMERA to HARRY, who shivers slightly and pulls his robes around him tighter. CAMERA to RON, who wrinkles up his nose as they hear what sounds like fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard. RON: (whispering) Is that supposed to be music? CAMERA follows the three as they turn a corner. They come to a doorway covered in black drapes. NEARLY HEADLESS NICK stands before them. NICK: (mournfully) My dear friends. Welcome, welcome... so pleased you could come... CAMERA to NICK, who takes off his plumed hat and bows them inside. HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON walk past him into the DUNGEON. INT: DUNGEON. CAMERA pans through, showing hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, many near a crowded dance floor. CAMERA pans past the dance floor to a black draped platform, where a THIRTY GHOST ORCHESTRA plays musical saws. CAMERA pulls up to show the thousand candle chandelier, covered in more of the black candles with blue flames. CAMERA pulls back to show the whole room, RON, HARRY, and HERMIONE, the only humans, looking on in amazement. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: Shall we have a look around? CAMERA to RON. RON looks around nervously. RON: Careful not to walk through anyone. CAMERA begins moving through the crowd. CAMERA to a group of gloomy nuns, who talk quietly amongst themselves. CAMERA moves to a ragged man wearing chains, who grunts. CAMERA to the FAT FRIAR, who chats with a KNIGHT with an arrow sticking out of his forehead. CAMERA to the BLOODY BARON, who stands by himself. CAMERA to HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON, who eye the crowd as they walk through. HERMIONE gasps and stops. HERMIONE: On no! HERMIONE tries to hide behind Harry. HERMIONE: Turn back, turn back, I don’t want to talk to Moaning Myrtle... HERMIONE turns HARRY around. HARRY grabs RON and they try to go back. HARRY: Who? HARRY, HERMIONE and RON squeeze through a space between the FAT FRIAR and other ghosts. HERMIONE: She haunts one of the toilets in the girls’ bathroom on the first floor. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: She haunts a toilet? CAMERA to HERMIONE. HERMIONE: Yes. It’s been out-of order all year because she keeps having tantrums and flooding the place. I never went in there anyway if I could avoid it; it’s awful trying to have a pee with her wailing at you... CAMERA to RON. RON: Look, food! CAMERA to a long table on the opposite side of the room, covered in black. CAMERA to HARRY, HERMIONE, and RON as they approach the table, looking eager. Their faces turn to disgust as they stop at the table. CAMERA pulls back to reveal rotten fish laid on silver platters, cakes so badly burned that they were black, maggoty haggis, moldy cheese, and a giant cake in the center. The cake is shaped like a tombstone, black icing reading SIR NICHOLAS DE MIMSY-PORPINGTON DIED 31ST OCTOBER, 1492. CAMERA to HARRY, who watches as a GHOST glides up to the table. GHOST crouches low, opens mouth wide, then glides through the table over a piece of salmon. HARRY: Can you taste it if you walk through it? CAMERA to GHOST. GHOST: (Sadly) Almost. CAMERA to HERMIONE. HERMIONE: I expect they’ve let it rot to give it a stronger flavor. HERMIONE pinches her nose and leans towards the haggis. CAMERA to RON. RON: Can we move? I feel sick. CAMERA shows HARRY, HERMIONE & RON. HARRY, HERMIONE, & RON turn around from the table. PEEVES flies out from beneath the table and stops midair before them. HARRY: Hello, Peeves. CAMERA to PEEVES. PEEVES wear an orange party hat and a revolving bow tie. He grins broadly. PEEVES: Nibbles? CAMERA pans down to a bowl in PEEVES’s hand, full of fungus covered peanuts. CAMERA to HERMIONE, who tries to hide her disgust. HERMIONE: No thanks. CAMERA to PEEVES, who grins. PEEVES: Heard you talking about poor Myrtle. Rude you was about porr Myrtle. (Yells) OY! MYRTLE! CAMERA to HERMIONE, who looks panicked. HERMIONE: (whispering) Oh, no, Peeves, don’t tell her what I said, she’ll be really upset. I didn’t mean it, I don’t mind her... CAMERA to MOANING MYRTLE, who glides up. CAMERA to HERMIONE, who smiles weakly. HERMIONE: Er, Hello, Myrtle. CAMERA to MYRTLE. MYRTLE: What? CAMERA to HERMIONE, who shoots a glance at HARRY and RON. HERMIONE: How are you, Myrtle? It’s nice to see you out of the toilets. CAMERA to MYRTLE, who sniffs. PEEVES floats close to her ear. PEEVES: Miss Granger was just talking about you. CAMERA to HERMIONE, who glares at PEEVES. HERMIONE: Just saying – saying – how nice you look tonight. CAMERA to MYRTLE, who begins to cry. MYRTLE: You’re making fun of me. CAMERA to HERMIONE, HARRY, and RON. HERMIONE continues to look panicked. HERMIONE: No – honestly – didn’t I just say how nice Myrtle’s looking? HERMIONE elbows HARRY and RON in the ribs. Both wince in pain. RON: Oh yeah – HARRY: She did – CAMERA to MYRTLE, who continues to cry. PEEVES floats near her shoulder, chuckling. MYRTLE: Don’t lie to me. D’you think I don’t know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle! PEEVES: You’ve forgotten pimply. MYRTLE starts sobbing then flies away out of the DUNGEON. PEEVES follows, throwing peanuts at her. PEEVES: Pimply! Pimply! CAMERA to HERMIONE, who watches them go sadly. HERMIONE: Oh, dear. CAMERA to NEARLY HEADLESS NICK, who floats towards them. NICK: Enjoying yourselves? CAMERA to HARRY & CO. HARRY: Oh, yes. CAMERA to NICK, who scans the crowd. NICK: Not a bad turnout. The Wailing Widoe cam all the way up from Kent... It’s nearly time for my speech, I’d better go and warn the orchestra.. CAMERA to the ORCHESTRA, which has stopped playing. CAMERA shows entire room looking around in wonderment. CAMERA to HARRY as a HUNTING HORN sounds. CAMERA to NICK. NICK: (bitterly) Oh, here we go. CAMERA to DUNGEON WALL, where a dozen ghost horses fly through the wall, each bearing a headless horseman. CAMERA pulls back as HORSEMEN circle the room, the other ghosts clapping. CAMERA to HARRY, who starts to clap. CAMERA to NICK, who glares. CAMERA to HARRY, who stops clapping. CAMERA to the HORSEMEN, who ride to the middle of the dance floor and rear their horses. CAMERA zoom in on the HORSEMAN at the lead of the pack. He holds his head under his arm, which is blowing the horn. The HORSEMAN gets off his horse and holds his head above the CROWD. The CROWD laughs. HORSEMAN walks through crowd towards NICK. HORSEMAN: Nick! How are you? Head still hanging in there? CAMERA shows HORSEMAN and NICK. HORSEMAN guffaws and claps NICK on the shoulder. CAMERA to NICK. NICK: (Stiffly) Welcome, Patrick. CAMERA to PATRICK, who grins broadly. He faces the CAMERA. CAMERA to HARRY & CO. CAMERA to PATRICK. PATRICK: Live’uns! PATRICK gives a fake jump of astonishment so hard that his head falls off. CROWD howls with laughter. CAMERA to NICK. NICK: (Darkly) Very amusing. CAMERA to PATRICK’s head, which is on the floor. PATRICK: Don’t mind Nick! Still upset we won’t let him join the Hunt! But I mean to say – look at the fellow – CAMERA to HARRY, who glances at NICK. CAMERA to NICK, who glances at HARRY. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: I think Nick’s very – frightening and – er- CAMERA to PATRICK, who laughs. PATRICK: Ha! Bet he asked you to say that! CAMERA to NICK. NICK: If I could have everyone’s attention, it’s time for my speech! NICK goes towards the podium and standings in a blue spotlight. NICK: My late lamented lords, ladies, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow... CAMERA to the HEADLESS HUNT, who starts playing Head Hockey. CROWD begins turning to watch. CAMERA to NICK, who tries to get CROWD’s attention back. PATRICK’s HEAD goes flying by NICK, and CROWD cheers. CAMERA to RON, who shivers. RON: I can’t stand much more of this. CAMERA to HARRY. HARRY: Let’s go. CAMERA shows whole room. ORCHESTRA has taken their places again and starts playing. HARRY & CO. exit DUNGEON. Miana Kenobi Things to Come What will the title of the 7th book be? Why? 5 points. The title of the Seventh Harry Potter books will be, Harry Potter and the Final Battle My reasoning is I believe that there will be a battle between Harry and Voldemort,which either of them will win.Harry will either die or win,and the battle will be the Final Battle. padawanskywalker Things That Were (Sometimes known as Parody Tonight Speculate on the past of any of the adult characters in the HP verse. May do up to 3. 25 points. The Past of Thestral Number One Thestral Number One was once a happy little magic horse named Sereg. When he grew up, he dreamed of being a unicorn, as they were such noble and beautiful creatures. Sereg seemed well on the way, mastering the art of frolicking and being mysterious at an amazingly young age. Then, tragedy struck Sereg's forest. The entire population was slaughtered, except for young Sereg, who was gravely wounded. The pain and suffering he had just caused made him realize he could never be an innocent unicorn now. He feared that he might even die of his wounds like everyone else. He very nearly did. It was a complete change of form, to something far less physical. He became a thestral. Sereg wandered the land, scaring those who had seen death. He eventually came to Hogwarts, where the Headmaster at the time was seeking an interesting way of drawing the carriages. Thus, he received an unlifetime contract and has been working hard ever since. Daughter_of_Yubyub House Pride Completed by Tagiri, Ysanne_Isard, Devi: Create a wallpaper (background/desktop image on a computer) from House-related images. May do up to 4. 40 points. The Standmaiden (drag&drop) Humour Write a Day in the Life of any or all of the following people: ( Luna Lovegood, Cho ChangOliver Wood, Kreacher)[/color], Buckbeak, Hagrid, Professor McGonnegal, and Professor Umbridge. 20 points each. A Day in the Life of Luna Lovegood 3:35am - Wake up, fall out of bed, grabbing telescope along the way 3:50am - Look through Common Room window for signs of UFOs 3:58am - See something! Might be UFO! 4:00am - It was the Slytherin Quidditch team practicing early 4:30am - Disappointed, go back to bed 6:00am - Wake up again 6:05am - Get ready for class 6:30am - Breakfast; avoid the sandwiches, have read about them containing small shards of glass 6:35am - Recieve newest issue of The Quibbler in owl post. 7:00am - Class 12:00pm - Lunch; avoid oranges, the magically grown ones contain unstable, wild magic! 12:30pm - Read new Quibbler 12:35pm - Realize missing secret subliminal messages; flip magazine over. 1:00pm - Class 4:00pm - Last class ends 4:15pm - Go to library; sulk about not being able to do research in Restricted Section 4:20pm - Find interesting book about Grims 4:23pm - Sign book out 4:30pm - Go back to Ravenclaw Common Room 4:33pm - Start reading new book 5:00pm - Put book away and work on lion head hat for upcoming Quidditch match 5:30pm - Try and warn fellow classmates about dangers of drinking water after midnight; am sadly ignored 6:00pm - Supper; avoid the mushy goo, have no clue what it is 6:15pm - Go talk to Gryffindor friends 6:17pm - Hit on Harry Potter; he doesn't notice 6:30pm - Contemplate colouring hair, but decide against it 7:00pm - Return to Common Room 7:15pm - Work some more on automated lion hat 7:30pm - Sneak into kitchen to steal tinfoil; pass by passed-out Slytherins (they will never learn) 7:45pm - Make it back to Common Room in one piece 8:00pm - Attempt to make tinfoil hats mentioned in Quibbler 8:30pm - Tinfoil keeps tearing, give up 9:00pm - Head to bed, long day tomorrow The Standmaiden Take any song and create a parody version of it. May do up to 5. Please post what song the original version was. 30 points. "Potter Is A Punk (The Marauders Song)" Potter is a punk, Peter is a runt, They both went down to Hogsmeade and they both got drunk, oh yeah oh oh oh. And oh I don't know why, Oh I don't know why, Perhaps they'll die, oh yeah, perhaps they'll die, oh yeah. Remus is a werewolf, Sirius is real cool, they are playing pranks all 'round Hogwarts school, oh yeah oh oh oh. And oh I don't know why, Oh I don't know why, Perhaps they'll die, oh yeah, perhaps they'll die, oh yeah. Original: "Judy Is A Punk" by The Ramones Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capades oh yeah oh oh oh. And oh I don't know why, Oh I don't know why, Perhaps they'll die, oh yeah, perhaps they'll die, oh yeah. Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt They both went down to Frisco, joined the SLA oh yeah oh oh oh. And oh I don't know why, Oh I don't know why, Perhaps they'll die, oh yeah, perhaps they'll die, oh yeah. Devi Write an MST3k of any chapter from a Harry Potter book. You must use characters from the HP-verse and have them comment on a chapter as it plays out. An example may be found here. May do up to 4. 60 points. CHAPTER SEVEN THE SORTING HAT Godric: My old hat is still around, I see. Rowenna: Well, I put high quality brains in it. Salazar: Quit bragging, brainy. Helga: Salazar! Be nice! The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. Salazar: You can cross anyone, if it gets you where you’re going. I can teach you that. Godric: Don’t listen to him, Harry. He’s trouble! "The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid. Rowenna: Someone teach that man some English. Helga: Oh Rowenna, give him a break. "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. Salazar: Isn’t it magnificent? They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously. Salazar: Remind me again why we let Helga decorate that room? Helga: You didn’t. You never let me do much of anything. That was Godric’s doing. "Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. Godric: Betchya I get more than you, Salazar! Salazar: In your dreams. Rowenna: I dream about having students. Helga: Me too... The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. "The four houses are called Gryffindor, Godric: Yeah! Hufflepuff, Helga: Whoo! Ravenclaw, Rowenna: Brilliant! and Slytherin. Salazar: Excellent. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. Godric: Well, except Slytherin. Helga: GODRIC! Salzar: Don’t make me hex you. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. Salazar: Well, if you get caught anyway. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. All: Especially if its mine! "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Rowenna: But I only want the ones that are smart already. Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. Harry swallowed. "How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron. "Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Rowenna: I tried for a placement exam, but somebody objected. Helga: They all have merit. Godric: Look, my way works. Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet -- what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified, too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Rowenna: Ooh! I just know she’s going to be one of mine! Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He'd never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom. Godric: That’s my boy. Salazar: You’re delusional, lionboy. He’s so one of mine. Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air -- several people behind him screamed. "What the --?" Rowenna: Ah, that must be the rest of the non-corporeal gang. He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --" Helga: Ah, that must be one of mine. "My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded mutely. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know." Helga: Oh, I do too! "Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me." Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. Godric: Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Salazar: Slytherin! Slytherin! Rowenna and Helga: Shut up! Shut up! Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." Rowenna: Oh, she’s definitely one of mine! It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. Helga: Isn’t it lovely? Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house. Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing -- noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing: Godric: Oh my poor hat, you’ve been so hurt! "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. Rowenna: I’ll eat him too. He’s a fine piece of work. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. Salazar: Puns are the lowest form of humour. Godric: Well, snakes are the lowest form of crest. Helga: Both of you cut that out! There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; Godric: A, what a fine set of qualities. You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil; Helga: Very admirable. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Rowenna: That is the purpose of a school after all. Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. Godric: Or in other words, a sneaky bunch of troublemakers. Salazar: Wizards who get things done. Godric: Evil. Salazar: Accomplished. Rowenna: Would you two quite bickering! So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!" Salazar: Whose idea was it to make that thing sing anyway? Godric, Rowenna and Helga: YOURS! The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll." Salazar: What fine specimens your House produces, Godric. Godric: Aren’t they though? Harry. smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him. Godric: I’m sure you’ll do just fine in Gryffindor. Salazar: He’ll do just finer in Slytherin. Rowenna: That was so grammatically incorrect it isn’t funny. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!" A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause -- "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. Helga: First one’s mine! Everyone else pay up! The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. "Bones, Susan!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah. Helga: I’m on a roll! "Boot, Terry!" "RAVENCLAW!" Rowenna: Yes! The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them. " Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, Rowenna: Another one! This is looking good! Godric and Salazar: Hey! What about us? Rowenna and Helga: Quit whining, this is the only glory we get the entire series. but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling. Godric: Got one! Got one! "Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Salzar: Well finally! Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot. Godric: Oh, they are. He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him. "Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" Helga: Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Look at all the Hufflepuffs! Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor. Godric: Mine! "Granger, Hermione!" Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. Rowenna: Well, this one is pretty obvious. "GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned. All: What the HELL? A horrible thought struck Harry, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train? When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. Salazar: Not mine. Rowenna: But where shall we put him? Godric: Your guess is as good as mine. Helga: Well, I’d take him. Salazar: You’d take anyone. Rowenna: Well, he does seem rather Hufflepuffish... The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Godric: Well that was... unexpected Rowenna: Is it just me or is Gryffindor getting a lot of students who really ought to be somewhere else this year? Helga: Well, now that you mention it... Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag." Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" Godric: You’re welcome to him, too. Salazar: I rather like him. Godric: You would. Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself. Godric: What a charming bunch of goons you have. Salazar: They’re a terrific bunch. There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last -- "Potter, Harry!" Godric: Finally, time to put him in Gryffindor. Salazar: You’re rather mistake. He’s pure Slytherin. Godric: He hates Slytherin. As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. "Potter, did she say?" The Harry Potter?" Godric and Salazar: MY Harry Potter. The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited. Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Godric: Yep, mine. Not a bad mind either. Rowenna: I wouldn’t object to having him either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, Salazar: Pure Slytherin, right there. now that's interesting.... Helga: Hey! Why was my House not even considered? So where shall I put you?" Salazar: Slythrin! Slytherin! Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin. Godric: Gryffindor! Gryffindor! "Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? Godric: Of course he is! You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- Salazar: He’s right, you know. no? Well, if you're sure -- better be GRYFFINDOR!" Godric: YES! My House! My House! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah! Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, Salazar: :Your loss. You could have done amazing things in Slytherin! Godric: Really Salazar? Seems to me it’s your loss. Helga and Rowenna: Both of you just shut up. he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Godric: (singing) We got Potter! We got Harry! We got the hero, who could ask for anything more? Helga: That was scary. Please don’t do it again. Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Harry grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table. Godric: Gryffindors! Lots of Gryffindors! "Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. Rowenna: Well, that’s another person in my House who will never be mentioned again. Helga: What exactly happens to our Houses anyway? Rowenna: I really don’t know. Salazar: Wow, I never thought I’d hear brainy say that. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Godric: Has a Weasley ever not? Salazar: No, thank goodness. Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him. "Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley Pompously across Harry as "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin. Salazar: Last one’s mine! Godric: Okay, is that kid a guy or a girl? Helga: Good question. Rowenna: Oh well, Blaise will probably get to hang out with our students in the land of forgotten people anyway. We’ll ask them later. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Rowenna: Well, that’s the last anyone will hear of us for the next year. Helga: Let the ignoring begin. Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly. "Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?" Rowenna: Ahh, it’s a fine line between genius and insanity. Salazar: And your House insists on illustrating it daily. Rowenna: That would only work if anyone heard about us daily. Harry's mouth fell open. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. The Dursleys had never exactly starved Harry, but he'd never been allowed to eat as much as he liked. Dudley had always taken anything that Harry really wanted, even if It made him sick. Harry piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious. "That does look good," said the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak, "Can't you --?" Salazar: Non-coporeal, idiot! Helga: You sure are mean to him now that he’s a Gryffindor. I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've in troduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower." Salazar: MIMSY-PORPINGTON? Rowenna: You know that’s his name. You’ve known for centuries. Salazar: And I still think it’s a stupid name. "I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Nick!" "I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted. "Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted. "Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So -- new Gryffindors! Salazar: Bah! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! Salazar: And it’s going to stay that way! Helga and Rowenna: Hey! What about US? The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable -- he's the Slytherin ghost." Godric: Someone else has become rather unbearable too. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was right next to Malfoy who, Harry was pleased to see, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements. "How did he get covered in blood?" asked Seamus with great interest. "I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately. When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding -- " As Harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turned to their families. "I'm half-and-half," said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him." Salazar: Ugh. Why do we let them in? Helga: Because most people aren’t as closed minded as you. The others laughed. "What about you, Neville?" said Ron. "Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch," said Neville, "but the family thought I was all- Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me -- he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned -- but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced -- all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here -- they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad." Salazar: And he’s all yours, Godric. On Harry's other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons ("I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"; "You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing -- "). Rowenna: Remind me again why she isn’t mine? Helga: It’s a conspiracy I tell you. Rowenna: You know, I think you’re right. Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes -- and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. "What is it?" asked Percy. Salazar: Your DOOM! Helga: Wow, that was really randomly evil. "N-nothing." The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look -- a feeling that he didn't like Harry at all. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to -- everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape." Godric: And he’s a creep. Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at him again. At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent. "Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. Salazar: Gryffindors. Nothing but trouble. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. "And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did. "He's not serious?" he muttered to Percy. Godric: Nope, Sirius is in book three. Rowenna: That was bad. Helga: That was really bad. Salazar: That was awful. "Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere -- the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least." "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Salazar: Now this I know was Godric’s doing. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words. "Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed: "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot. Rowenna: That really gets worse every time I hear it. Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!" The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Helga: Leaving behind any hope of our students getting a mention. Rowenna: You’d think we could come to accept that. Harry's legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and full of food. He was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Harry was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt. Rowenna: C’mon stairs! Move! A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him. "Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves -- show yourself" A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered. "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" Godric: Keep him away from my students! There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross- legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks. "Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked. "Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy. Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed. Helga: Poor Neville. "You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are." At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. "Password?" she said. "Caput Draconis," Salazar: Ooh! Now I know the Gryffindor password! Rowenna: You do remember we’re non-corporeal, right? said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it -- Neville needed a leg up -- and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase -- they were obviously in one of the towers -- they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed. " Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets." Harry was going to ask Ron if he'd had any of the treacle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once. Perhaps Harry had eaten a bit too much, because he had a very strange dream. He was wearing Professor Quirrell's turban, which kept talking to him, telling him he must transfer to Slytherin at once, Salazar: Well, he should. Helga: I thought you didn’t like him. because it was his destiny. Salazar: Come with me, it is the only way! Harry told the turban he didn't want to be in Slytherin; Godric: Attaboy! it got heavier and heavier; he tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully -- and there was Malfoy, laughing at him as he struggled with it -then Malfoy turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snape, whose laugh became high and cold -- there was a burst of green light and Harry woke, sweating and shaking. He rolled over and fell asleep again, and when he woke next day, he didn't remember the dream at all. Helga: Bet he doesn’t remember there are four Houses either. Rowenna: No one ever does. Daughter of Yubyub Creative Spirit Create a Sphinx Riddle. The answer must be posted along with the riddle. May do up to 3. 40 points. My first word is an ethereal mass Some giants, some dwarves, made of gas. My second is both a verb and a noun I breathe without lungs and move without sound. If you have answered both thus far, and please do not lie Tell me which creature does not dot the sky? Answer: Star Fish Miana Kenobi Artistic Spirit Design a Weird Sisters and/or Celestina Warbeck concert T-Shirt. (Include both a front and back.) 25 points. Celestina Back Design Celestina Front Design Celestina Back Celestina Front Weird Sisters Back Design Weird Sisters Front Design Weird Sisters Back Weird Sisters Front (All links are drag & drop, and Celestina is SCARY!) The Standmaiden Literary Spirit Write a love letter/poem from any character at the time they attended Hogwarts to their crush. May do up to 3. 25 points. Granger, Ok. Here's the deal. You know how parents always say if a boy teases a girl a lot, it means he likes her? Well, I guess you can say that's true. I've liked you ever since the first time I saw you on the Hogwart's Express. The way you do magic is amazing. You have so much talent. I have always been impressed with you. I know you may be wondering why I've never said anything before this. My family has money, and prestige, and tradition. They are purebloods of the highest degree. My father would kill me before even allowing me to be friends with a Muggle-born! And it would be too much for Crabbe and Goyle. It would hurt their simple minds! I know I would never be able to be seen in public with you, but how about a secret relationship? I'm even willing to overlook the fact you hang with stupid Potter and that poor git Weasley. You and I can do some awesome magic together! I hope to receive a response to this soon. Please use invisble ink, though, so no one will be able to read it but me. Until then, please consider my yelling of "Mudblood!" to be a term of upmost affection and adorance. -Yours Always, Draco Malfoy Sar-Tamber-lac Musical Spirit How do wizards distribute copies of albums my magical musicians? Obviously, it can't really be a CD since those require electricity to be played. 10 points. Distributing albums in the wizarding world is very different from the muggle way. In every music store they have a special devices called a Duplocat. For every album released there is one Duplocat. All a customer has to do is stick their wand into the Duplocat, mutter 'Duplify' and the album will be transfered to their wand. When that customer gets home all he has to do is put his wand into the radio and say 'Summissus' and the album will be recorded into the radio. Raincloud Take any song and rewrite it so that it applies to your House. May do up to 5. Please post which song your version came from. 25 points. Original: My country's bigger than most And if asked I boast 'Cause I'm really proud So I shout it loud Though our numbers are few We will welcome you Although we don't have history Gold medal winning teams Heroes or prisoners World famous volcanoes Still what we've got's glorious 'Cause we've got Rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And water All right, everyone! We've got Rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And rocks and trees And trees and rocks And water In Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada Books and Quills My house’s smarter than most And if asked I boast 'Cause I'm really proud So I shout it loud Though our numbers are few We will welcome you Although we don't have history Quidditch cup winning teams Heroes or prisoners World famous dark wizards Still what we've got's glorious 'Cause we've got Books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And ink All right, everyone! We've got Books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And books and quills And quills and books And ink In Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw Ysanne Isard -----signature----- The Timbit Evangelist Dark Lady of the JCC Yubsié, Handmaiden of the Crest EUDF Commodore\| Assistant Empress etc.- WJFC See my bio for my memberships and fanfiction
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Daughter_of_Yubyub Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/5/04 11:26am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	1. Markups are the devil. 2. Remember, all tasks revert to unclaimed tonight. 3. EAGLES FOR THE CUP! -----signature----- The Timbit Evangelist Dark Lady of the JCC Yubsié, Handmaiden of the Crest EUDF Commodore\| Assistant Empress etc.- WJFC See my bio for my memberships and fanfiction
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The_Standmaiden Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/5/04 11:53am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin! - Date Edited: 3/5/04 11:54am (1 edits total) Edited By: The_Standmaiden
	LOL! You actually fixed them all! Poor Yubs and her inability to type.
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Daughter_of_Yubyub Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/5/04 11:56am Subject: RE: The JC Hogwarts House Cup: Year 7 - Let the Game Begin!
	Next week, every name but yours is going in colours! -----signature----- The Timbit Evangelist Dark Lady of the JCC Yubsié, Handmaiden of the Crest EUDF Commodore\| Assistant Empress etc.- WJFC See my bio for my memberships and fanfiction
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