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Here is the ever handy-dandy Critique & Contact post. Have suggestions or critique for how I play Harry Potter? Whatever it is, feel free to hit me up on this post. ♥

Also, if you ever need to contact me regarding plotting, dropped tags, or if just want to get in touch with me. Feel free to give me a poke here, along with any of these contacts:

AIM: along cat is long
Y!M: potatosforpowerwrist
E-mail: aeloriax [at] gmail.com
Personal LJ: ignipotent

PLEASE, PLEASE USE THIS POST IF YOU EVER HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY HARRY.

[nick / name]: Audrey
[personal LJ name]: ignipotent
[other characters currently played]:
Kinomoto Sakura :: Card Captor Sakura :: bealright

[e-mail]: aeloriax[at]gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: koori no miko

[series]: Harry Potter (Series)
[character]: Harry Potter

( Application Under Cut )

I'm doing an awful terrible job at writing in this thing, aren't I? Jotting down random thoughts and ramblings for the public isn't something I'm particularly used to; however I'll make sure to put more effort into it.

...Least the lot of you think I was dead disappeared.

But what is there to say about March? That I got to play dress up as a Azkaban prisoner and what a bloody riot that was?

( [private to ginny | cursed private] )

( private to self | cursed private )

There's a lot faces, but all and all, nothing's really changed. Curses, deities, chaos - everything's kept to the same pace. Even my stuff's still here from last time. Though I'm just most thankful that my memory's kept.

On the matter of curses, I think there's one today? I'm not sure what it is exactly...

By the way- Ron, I can give you back your spare wand now. I've managed to fix my own. ...Now what to do about the Elder wand.

And Remus, I've said it before, but I hope we can talk before you do anything rash decide anything. I think...I may be able to help if you can call it that.

This is- [a long pause and rustle of static. long enough that you'd think the connection was cut.]

...Always with the bloody awful timing, City.

[There's a sudden splash- not a terribly loud splash, but enough to earn a few choice curses from one Harry Potter. Now there's an extended pause. Wait for it, waaait for it.]

...You're honestly, completely joshing me. This can't possibly be-

[another extended pause]

There's really only one place I know of that has a gaudy merry-go-round in its main square. The City, isn't it? [barely audible] After all of that, you take me here? I assumed that I'd least get to join them-

This isn't fair.

( ooc )

( Private | Cursed Unhackable )

( Private to Snape | Cursed Unhackable )

I haven't disappeared from the City, if that's what the lot of you are thinking. Even if seems to be the common trend nowadays. I've more or less decided to become a hermit during for the month of October.

...So, how's everyone doing?

I'm not really sure what else to say, considering I've been gone so long. Except that the new stadium would make for an excellent Quidditch arena. And I haven't forgotten about the proposed City team. Just need a bit more time to work out the kinks.

[ooc: He's affected. :D]

( Private to Self | Curse Private )


I'm going out for a while, so don't worry if I'm not back until late. Just need some air.

[ooc: Um. ._.]

Every day that passes, I realize how it's like to be normal. No Voldemort, no visions. No having to worry whether the person behind me is going to try and kill me. Spending time with Ron, Neville, and Luna- talking to Lily Potter. These are how things are supposed to be, right?

...But I don't have the right to just run away. Not while there's a war at home. Not while the bloody Ministry's gone to hell- Half of them Imperiused, the other half Voldemort's followers. If they're sending Muggleborns to Azkaban, who's to say that next month's agenda won't be Muggle genocide? They don't even know we exist.

And of course I'll bloody well fix everything because I'm the chosen one! That's how it's supposed to go, isn't it? I'll defeat Voldemort and everything will be fine! Are they idiots--  I don't have some secret weapon up my sleeve, I don't even have my own wand anymore! My grades are average, Hermione knows more spells than me-- I can't even collect all the Horcruxes, no less approach Voldemort without feeling like my head's about to split in two.

If Dumbledore couldn't stop him, what chance do I have? Dumbledore-

He was here and never said anything. Never said a single word other then about lemon drops or some other useless garble.  It's always do this Harry, do that Harry- trust me no matter what, even if I don't tell you anything! You know, like the fact that I was bloody best friends with Grindenwald and nearly became a Dark Lord myself. Now here's a Quidditch Snitch, and go save the world!

What if I fail- This is enough-- [audio recording snaps off]

Alright, alright! I've got something in mind, just stay calm and - Merlin, why-  [raises his wand, note his serious expression] A- Accio-  [awwwwkward pause] Accio...Sailor Uniform.

[small look of confusion] An accio charm? What's that---woah! [unfortuantely, he cannot finish that thought as he looks like he's dragged across the room by an invisible hand right through the air, feet, still clad in lovely purple high-heels, kicking, arms flailing, and skirt riding up more than he would like. Of course, this was a brief flash, but now you can never unsee it. Unfortunately, Harry get's to have the full brunt of this as Neville goes crashing right into him]  AH!

 [this is harry flailing, this is harry with an expression as if something had just died, this is harry pushing Neville off, only to get tangled until he succeeds with a second push.] BLOODY HELL, ONLY THE CLOTHES WERE SUPPOSED TO COME! NOT YOU!

I'M SORRY I'M SORRY IT JUST DRAGGED ME OKAY?! [scrambling, trying to get off Harry as well and tripping at least twice, and falling over each time in his frantic attempt to get away] FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN--

( Private to Self | Cursed Private )

I've got to keep a better tab on updating this journal. The whole idea of writing text onto a computer for a isn't exactly common back home. We don't even have computers, no less electricity in Hogwarts.

...I have really nothing else to say exce- Oh! Can't believe I nearly forgot this-



Here, a late birthday present for you, Regulus. There's boxes of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavored Beans and Chocolate Frogs to go with that too.

And yes, before you ask- I can bloody cook. No, it doesn't taste like dirt. No, I didn't magic it because that's impossible. And no, I haven't turned into a woman.

Though it did take me a few tries to get it right. It's been awhile since I've had to play cook for the Dursleys

( Private to Self | Cursed Unhackable  )

One moment you're laughing over dinner with someone, and then you're reading his or her name off the Hall of the Missing. You grow so accustomed to being with that someone, that you forget that it's still just a moment in time, subjective to the ebb and flow pulled along by the City's whims. It becomes natural- to know they're there. Yet, I think we should be grateful for the time the City allows, even if it isn't forever. Curses and crazies aside, at least the City removes to the word impossibility from the dictionary.

....Um, for anyone that's interested in Quidditch still, I'll get started on an official list soon. There's still time to think over it.

( Present for Leia | From an 'Anonymous' Sender )

( Private to HP Crew | Cursed Unhackable )

[ooc: orz I realize I have more HMD comment to respond to and post, but starting University has slowed me down so I apologize! ♥ Thank you for all your comments. sjdhfljsd Really. ;_; I was beyond flattered- and I promise all of you will get a response.]

So I've got a proposition for the lot of you. A sort of community building exercise to promote teamwork and good relati-- Oh, what am I kidding anyone. I'm recruiting for a game of Quidditch. It's nice and all playing with small group, but the real fun's had in cut-throat, fast-paced game with two full teams vying for the gold.

What's Quidditch, you ask? It's an airborne game with brooms. And lots of balls. Big balls, small balls, ones that are intended to hit you, and a tiny one a player tries to catch. The games can last fifteen minutes to days depending on when the Snitch is finally caught. I believe the longest one ever recorded lasted three months.

The requirements are simple. You definitely can't be afraid of heights, considering the game consists of flying pretty high off the ground. High enough for a player to break all his or her bones if a player falls. It's happened before, but I suppose we could cast a cushioning charm. Since there's beginners and all. The brooms are pre-charmed so magic's not needed, and of course- you've got to want to win. The game wouldn't be fun otherwise.

So, who's up for a City-wide Quidditch league? Sirius, Ron - do you mind helping me out with organization?

( Private to HP Crew | Hexed Private )

Two-days old news, but it was a little more than weird seeing everyone so...old. It shouldn't be so surprising, since, well- it's the ruddy City. Still, you don't expect someone to turn gray in a matter of a day...unless you're Fred or George Weasley. Except that was sort of intentional, emphasis on sort of.

And I can't decide whether those tooth-fairy things or Doxies take the cake for most annoying vermin. Doxies are probably your non-magical equivalent to bats or extremely large flies. Fairy-related. Wings. Fangs. Poisonous. Sounds awfully charming, huh? Though I think I'd take somewhat poisonous teeth to teeth-stealing fairies, any day.

...That reminds me -- Luna, Neville, Hermione, Lily - I think we've got to dedicate a whole day to cleaning our place. I can't believe I said that. I'm half-expecting to open the closet one day and get ambushed by a Bogart. Imagine if that thing got out into the City?

( Private to Ron | Warded Unhackable )

( Private to Deities | Warded Unhackable )

[ooc: ;D Someone's happy! We can all thank Sirius for that. ]

" --you'd say, 'they were young.' They were the same age as we are now. And here we are, risking our lives to fight the Dark Arts, and there he was, in a huddle with his new best friend, plotting their rise to power over the Mugg-"

You've got to be bloody kidding me.

...Well, that was terribly awkward. With the way this place makes a routine of pulling people in, you'd think the deities would know something about timing. Stuff like, not to trap someone in this ruddy snowglobe when they're in the midst of something crucial important?

( Private to Self | Warded Unhackable )

[ ooc Updated to the end of Chapter 18 right after he's escaped from Godric's Hollow with Hermione and read Dumbledore's letter/Rita Skeeter's book about Dumbledore. Testy temper is testy. :< ]

( Private to Self | Not Hackable )

Ron, Neville, everyone! Lily and I have managed to find a good charm to use on a broom. You know what that means? Quidditch. We've got two fixed up already, and it'd be no hassle to charm more. Doesn't matter if you don't play at school, it's just for fun...besides, it'd be pretty boring if it was only Ron and I.

I should ask the others... I can't miss this chance like I did with Dad.

Sirius? Remus? Would you guys like to join us too? The brooms aren't like professional ones, but I think we did a bloody good job.

---

And are we still up for that movie about Dinosaurs, Rose? Even if it does sound lame.

---

I still owe you a game of this "Halo," Toshiko. My other world!self seemed to have really liked the game, but I don't think I've got the same finesse as he did. ...Seeing how to properly hold a controller.

---

...Luke, Obi-Wan...Leia, do you mind if I stop by the Falcon sometime this weekend? I promise I won't bring Jello.


And for the record: I was cursed yesterday, but I sang didn't sing a bit. A Silencio shut things up quickly.

[ooc: He's got to have some fun on his birthday. XD Enough brooding. And he's trying to catch up with people as quick as he can, so forigve the epic TL;DR. orz]

When I was kid, I used to think how great it'd be to have special powers. Like the stuff I'd see in movies and books when I could. It's the sort of thing most kids dream about, isn't it? The thought of never having to lift a finger again because surely everything can be fixed with say, a wave of a wand. How could you have problems in the first place, when there's a fix for everything?

Except there isn't a fix for everything, and in the end you can't avoid problems. You'll just have different sorts of problems to deal with deal on top of the normal, everyday ones. You'd be able to fix some things, but it almost seems as if the size of your problems directly correlates to what you're capable of.

In one world, maybe I'd have to deal with failing a test and watching my Mum fall in love with a disgusting git though that's nearly as bad as Voldemort; in another world, I'd have to deal with failing a paper and getting stalked by bloody insane wizards out for my our heads.

...What do you think, City? Would it be better to have a normal life or have special powers?

(  Private to Self | Not Hackable  )


And that list, I-

...It was just a curse, nothing on there was tru-

Don't believe anything I sa-

Most All of the points were only random musings; stupid, unimportant thoughts that only come up when I'm bored. They're not to be taken seriously. Though I guess there's no way I could deny that Slytherin one now.

[ ooc: Going to sleep! ♥ Will answer tags when I get up. ]

ONE REASON WHY I FAIL AT ROMANCE
◈ The first time I kissed a girl, I made her cry.

THREE REASONS WHY I HATE THE CITY
◈ Because we can't do anything while we're here.
◈ Making the slimy git and my Mum fall in love. Do you realize how dist- disgusting just the thought of it is? No less it actually happening.
◈ List curses.

SEVEN SECRETS I'D RATHER NOT REVEAL
◈ I had to beg the hat not to put me in Slytherin.
◈ If I met Bellatrix, I think I could cast a proper Cruciatus curse this time.
◈ As much as it was an accident, Draco had that Sectumsempra coming to him. Call it karma.
◈ I've thought on several occasions about cursing my Aunt and Uncle. It's not like they don't bloody well deserve it.
◈ It's hard for me to see why erasing someone's memory is so terrible. There's plenty of spells that could do worse.
◈ July 31st, 1980. Sometimes I wonder why it couldn't have been him instead.
◈ ...As different as we are, Volde- Tom Riddle and I are more similar than I'd like to admisdjfaksdkjhlfajsdksjodl';/'

[ooc: :< His reaction to the last curse in forthcoming. It's just going to take him awhile to get it out. |D; And wrap his head around it.]

...So Mum's kicking me out of the house so she can snog with my Chemistry Professor.

Awkward. Awkward. Do I have to reiterate awkward?

We've got plans for today, right guys? Plans that don't include Guitar Hero, Metal Gear Solid or anything that requires us to stay inside? At least, not at my house. I'm always up for a game of football! ...Though I know that'd be pretty boring for Hermione.

Movies, then? The Dark Knight's out, and I'm sure 'mione wants to gawk at Christian Bale. Ron and I will settle for Maggie Gyllenhaal, of course. Besides, Mum gave me extra money today (I wonder why,) so I say we go to the movies then pig out afterwards.

[PRIVATE TO SELF | EXTREMELY HACKABLE]

Why is my life such a bloody mess? Professor Snape's dating my Mum, and while I like him and all, it's awkward. Too awkward for comfort most of the time.

Then there's the team. ...With the way some of us are playing we're not going to make finals. I don't want to have to lecture them, but they're not taking things seriously. We've been the champion team for three years already - we can't fall behind just because a bunch of players decide to goof off. ...But I don't want to have to lecture them. Bloody hell.

And I got a C on my last French Test. I bet Mum's going to ground me for two weeks when she finds out. ...How am I supposed to concentrate in that class when she sets next to me, anyways?

wj;sfdsd;lkf It's not fair. Sometimes I really hate my life.

[/PRIVATE]

[ooc: Harry's cursed out of his mind, yet basically the same personality wise. :D I'd say he's far more easygoing (and a better student!) without the weight of the Wizarding world on his shoulders. Your average High School student, captain of the Football (Soccer) team, possessor of romantic troubles, and teenager who's Mother is currently dating his Chemistry Professor (Snape). A regular kid for once!

Aaaand, the private part is very much hackable. Watch him wank about how horrible his cursed!ife is when it all pales in comparison with his real life. :<

Also, Chev -- do you want Draco to be part of the trio/Harry's friend?]