Alright well ith second part is here!!!!
Once there was a Sirius. He was stuck. The big, powerful – and slightly ebil – headmaster man had made his stay locked up in his VERY ebil ancestral home that was a million times worse than Azkaban when he was left alone, in his opinion.
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"I wish I could cook..." said Sirius, "The ebil muttering house elf is no good too."
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Sirius sighed.
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"FOOD!"
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"Hey! The kitchen echoes! ECHO!"
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Suddenly, there came the shuffling sound of footsteps. Sirius turned to see who was here and saw the very ebil muttering house elf that he was muttering about earlier.
"Stupid, useless master. Practically killing my mistress with his bad, bad ways. Oh, what my mistress would, blah, blah, blah..."
Sirius tuned out the ebil little muttering house elf when he realized that he was going to start ranting.
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‘Hm. Maybe I can lock Kreacher in his cupboard...’ Sirius thought.
"Kreacher, go lock yourself in your room for an hour."
Without saying anything to Sirius, ebil, muttering house elf Kreacher began more of his signature muttering and stalked off to do his master’s bidding...
"That was really easy. I wonder why I didn’t think of it before... I should do it more often,"
Sirius continued talking to himself, "I thought Remus was going to come today. He said he’d be here at eleven. And now it’s... no wait.
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Now it’s eleven o’one! Darn werewolf... making me wait in the ebil house..."
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Sirius couldn’t think of what to say next so he began to repeat himself.
"Darn werewolf..."
"You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you Sirius?"
Sirius jumped and in doing so, the chair that he was leaning back in tipped over. Sirius crashed.
"Of course not Remus! Why would I say something so vile and terrible to my good ol’ buddy friend!"
Remus rolled his eyes and sat in the not tipped over chair. Sirius looked at the tipped over chair for a while.
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To pick up, or not to pick up?
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Sirius finally decided that he didn’t feel like picking up the tipped over chair and sat in the one opposite Remus.
"Remus, I’m bored! I want to go out!"
"No." Remus said flatly. They had had this conversation before.
"Bu–"
"Where’s Kreacher?"
"Oh you mean ebil, muttering house elf? I told his to go lock himself in his room for an hour."
"And he listened to you?" Remus was surprised.
"Yeah!"
"Huh. I wonder why we never tried that before."
Sirius smiled, then suddenly remembered that he was hungry because the authoress just remembered that he needed food.
"Hey! I know what we can do!"
"What? And it better not have anything to do with going outside!"
"That’s just it! We NEED to go outside to do this! It’s the only way!"
"What is it?"
"Food!"
"Huh?"
"Let’s go get some food!"
"We have food here."
"Oh, please! You and I both know that neither of us can cook! Come on! Please!"
"I’m sure we could throw something together." said Remus unconvincingly.
"The only time that there is something edible in this house is when the Weasely’s are here! Please!"
"But–"
"Please!"
"Well..."
"Please!"
"Fine."
"Please!"
"Siri–"
"Please!"
While Sirius continued to plead with Remus, the gears in his brilliant mind were desperately working, trying to come up with a plan to make Remus agree to go. Remus, on the other hand, was getting tired of Sirius interrupting him saying yes to going outside.
‘There has got to be a way to shut him up!’ Remus thought.
Suddenly and completely out of nowhere, Remus saw a skillet on the table. He smiled at the tempting opportunity that the authoress offered, but decided instead to solve his problem with out resorting to violence as the first resort. So he took out his wand and silenced Sirius.
"Y’know," Remus started, "I did say yes to going outside a while ago, but you kept interrupting me. And while you were interrupting me, I was thinking."
Sirius’s mouth formed the word ‘NO!’
"And I realized that there is a way for us to get food."
Remus got up and walked to the door.
"Wait here Sirius, I’ll be right back." And with that, Remus was gone. Off to get lunch for the two.
Sirius was, of course, still silenced through Remus’s talk and departure. He was throwing a silent fit, stomping his feet and acting very immaturishly, and when Remus left, he just sank to the floor and began silently whining and waiting for the return of Remus.
-- Up To No Good
Monday, November 12, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Boredom Strikes!
well I was kinda bored one day so I just wrote this completely marnod story that is guaranteed to kill a few brain cells!!! enjoy!
So Sirius walked to the cake shop and said, “Gimme a slice of your biggest, sweetest cake!”
So he got his big, sweet slice and practically inhaled it… Then he started to choke because I said he inhaled it!
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Eventually, he got himself together and left the cake shop with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Sirius didn’t know what to do when he left the cake shop, so he started to walk in circles.
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On his fifth round, he found a shiny sickle on the ground.
“OOO! Shiny!” He then bent to pick it up, but before he could touch the shiny sickle, a foot came down and covered the pretty gleam of the silver piece.
Sirius’s jaw dropped and he looked up, glaring at the being who dared to cover his shiny object, and was shocked to see James with an evil glint in his eye.
Sirius jumped up and pointed, “You!”
James laughed an evil laugh, “Mwahaha! Me!”
“Release my sickle, you sickle stealing thief!”
“No! It’s not my fault you were too slow to claim it! And besides the fact that you are slower than turtles in peanut butter, it’s mine!”
Sirius snorted, “Nuh uh! I was circling this area way before you started to! The nice authoress lady said so! And I would never cover the shiny prettiness of the sickle!” Sirius gasped then, “You must be the evil man! Come to steal my shiny sickle!”
James smiled the evil smile, “Mwahaha! I see my reputation precedes me!”
“You will never have the shininess of my sickle, you… you… evil, yucky man!”
“Mwahaha! We shall see about that, canine one!”
Sirius stared at the evil one’s foot covering the shiny prettiness of the sickle and thought, ‘Since he’s evil,… that means that I have to fight evily as well!”
Sirius grinned and snatched the evil one’s glasses from his face.
“Argh! No! I’m blind!” The evil one screamed, covering his eyes and running in the general direction of Sirius, who stood perfectly still as evil man James ran past him… Then Sirius picked up his pretty sickle – grinning in victory – and looked at James evil man’s form circling in the distance.
“Maybe I should have given his glasses back…” Sirius said. Being the good guy that he is –and that we all love – Sirius levitated the glasses to his evil companion.
“Ouch!” James exclaimed, “Thanks mate!”
“No problem!” Sirius called back. Then he walked in the other direction, staring fondly at his shiny victory over the evil friend man.
Sirius’s feet took him to Honeydukes and there he found his good ol’ buddy friend Remus.
“Hey Remus!” Sirius exclaimed. He wanted to celebrate his victory, “I found a sickle! See!” He held up the shiny sickle.
“Really? That’s amazing!” said Remus in mock excitement, his words marinated in sarcasm, “Did you show Peter yet?”
“No!” Sirius said, completely missing the sarcasm, “Where is he!?”
“He’s in the Three Broomsticks! Hurry! You don’t want to miss him!”
Sirius gasped, “You’re right! I’d better go! Bye Remus!” And with that, Sirius rushed out of Honeydukes while Remus rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity as if nothing had happened.
(Authoress: Mwahaha! *plots evily*)
Missing the authoresses’ evil thought moment, Sirius hurried to the Three Broomsticks, praying that he caught his little friend before he left. Sirius rushed into the Three Broomsticks, and called out, “Peter! Where are you?”
But Sirius’s little friend was nowhere to be found. Feeling lost without anyone to share his excitement with, Sirius sat down and began to think of places that Peter could have gone to.
While deep in thought, a waitress arrived to take his order and, without thinking, Sirius said, “Just a butterbeer.”
“That’ll be one sickle, dear.”
Then, again without thinking, Sirius put the pretty, shiny sickle that he had fought so hard for, in the waitress’s hand.
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When Sirius had finished his butterbeer and prepared to go back to the castle, he realized that his shiny sickle was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched and soon remembered what he had done.
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Sirius was in shock.
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He walked out of the Three Broomsticks in a daze and once he was a good distance away, Sirius fell to his knees and cried out, “NOO!”
Back in the Three Broomsticks, however, three boys, who were laughing and happily drinking butterbeer, paused and listened to the loud exclamation from their friend.
“He spent it again?”
“Yup.”
“Hm.”
The Adventures of Sirius Black
"OOO! Shiny!"
One day, Sirius was walking down the street in Hogsmeade when out of nowhere, he said, “ I think I’ll have some cake.”
So Sirius walked to the cake shop and said, “Gimme a slice of your biggest, sweetest cake!”
So he got his big, sweet slice and practically inhaled it… Then he started to choke because I said he inhaled it!
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Eventually, he got himself together and left the cake shop with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Sirius didn’t know what to do when he left the cake shop, so he started to walk in circles.
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On his fifth round, he found a shiny sickle on the ground.
“OOO! Shiny!” He then bent to pick it up, but before he could touch the shiny sickle, a foot came down and covered the pretty gleam of the silver piece.
Sirius’s jaw dropped and he looked up, glaring at the being who dared to cover his shiny object, and was shocked to see James with an evil glint in his eye.
Sirius jumped up and pointed, “You!”
James laughed an evil laugh, “Mwahaha! Me!”
“Release my sickle, you sickle stealing thief!”
“No! It’s not my fault you were too slow to claim it! And besides the fact that you are slower than turtles in peanut butter, it’s mine!”
Sirius snorted, “Nuh uh! I was circling this area way before you started to! The nice authoress lady said so! And I would never cover the shiny prettiness of the sickle!” Sirius gasped then, “You must be the evil man! Come to steal my shiny sickle!”
James smiled the evil smile, “Mwahaha! I see my reputation precedes me!”
“You will never have the shininess of my sickle, you… you… evil, yucky man!”
“Mwahaha! We shall see about that, canine one!”
Sirius stared at the evil one’s foot covering the shiny prettiness of the sickle and thought, ‘Since he’s evil,… that means that I have to fight evily as well!”
Sirius grinned and snatched the evil one’s glasses from his face.
“Argh! No! I’m blind!” The evil one screamed, covering his eyes and running in the general direction of Sirius, who stood perfectly still as evil man James ran past him… Then Sirius picked up his pretty sickle – grinning in victory – and looked at James evil man’s form circling in the distance.
“Maybe I should have given his glasses back…” Sirius said. Being the good guy that he is –and that we all love – Sirius levitated the glasses to his evil companion.
“Ouch!” James exclaimed, “Thanks mate!”
“No problem!” Sirius called back. Then he walked in the other direction, staring fondly at his shiny victory over the evil friend man.
Sirius’s feet took him to Honeydukes and there he found his good ol’ buddy friend Remus.
“Hey Remus!” Sirius exclaimed. He wanted to celebrate his victory, “I found a sickle! See!” He held up the shiny sickle.
“Really? That’s amazing!” said Remus in mock excitement, his words marinated in sarcasm, “Did you show Peter yet?”
“No!” Sirius said, completely missing the sarcasm, “Where is he!?”
“He’s in the Three Broomsticks! Hurry! You don’t want to miss him!”
Sirius gasped, “You’re right! I’d better go! Bye Remus!” And with that, Sirius rushed out of Honeydukes while Remus rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity as if nothing had happened.
(Authoress: Mwahaha! *plots evily*)
Missing the authoresses’ evil thought moment, Sirius hurried to the Three Broomsticks, praying that he caught his little friend before he left. Sirius rushed into the Three Broomsticks, and called out, “Peter! Where are you?”
But Sirius’s little friend was nowhere to be found. Feeling lost without anyone to share his excitement with, Sirius sat down and began to think of places that Peter could have gone to.
While deep in thought, a waitress arrived to take his order and, without thinking, Sirius said, “Just a butterbeer.”
“That’ll be one sickle, dear.”
Then, again without thinking, Sirius put the pretty, shiny sickle that he had fought so hard for, in the waitress’s hand.
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When Sirius had finished his butterbeer and prepared to go back to the castle, he realized that his shiny sickle was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched and soon remembered what he had done.
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Sirius was in shock.
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He walked out of the Three Broomsticks in a daze and once he was a good distance away, Sirius fell to his knees and cried out, “NOO!”
Back in the Three Broomsticks, however, three boys, who were laughing and happily drinking butterbeer, paused and listened to the loud exclamation from their friend.
“He spent it again?”
“Yup.”
“Hm.”
THE END!
-- Up To No Good
Sunday, July 29, 2007
hehe um... rewrite?
Well since I read the seventh book... I decided to rewrite the second chapter... hehe
With Dumbledore's help, I was given the opportunity to attend school. An opportunity that I thought I had lost when I was bitten. I would be starting just like every other eleven year old. There were, however, a few things that I had to remember while I was there. My parents explained to me that there would be a secret passageway leading out to a house on the outskirts of the wizarding village just outside of Hogwarts. I was to use that passageway and stay in the house during my entire transformation. I was not to leave the house at all while not in human form.
I realized that these "rules" were for others safety as well as my own. Whenever I changed, I completely lost all sense of reasoning and judgement. I was a raging, bloodthirsty beast that would attack anything that moved and breathed. My father knew all of this, so before Hogwarts, whenever it was time for me to change, he would always take me deep into the forest, away from the village, let me change and come collect me in the morning when I had passed out from exhaustion.
I was so excited to finally be going to school that even the jeers and glares that I received from the other children and their parents couldn't bring me down. I felt like the luckiest person alive to be going to a school where nobody knew me! One thing did bring me down though. I had relied on my parents so much after I was bitten. They were always there to cheer me up after a bad day and they always kept me safe when I changed. I would miss their help and love. I knew that I would be back during the summer and winter holidays, but something inside me was still hesitant to let go of that dependency.
-- Up To No Good
With Dumbledore's help, I was given the opportunity to attend school. An opportunity that I thought I had lost when I was bitten. I would be starting just like every other eleven year old. There were, however, a few things that I had to remember while I was there. My parents explained to me that there would be a secret passageway leading out to a house on the outskirts of the wizarding village just outside of Hogwarts. I was to use that passageway and stay in the house during my entire transformation. I was not to leave the house at all while not in human form.
I realized that these "rules" were for others safety as well as my own. Whenever I changed, I completely lost all sense of reasoning and judgement. I was a raging, bloodthirsty beast that would attack anything that moved and breathed. My father knew all of this, so before Hogwarts, whenever it was time for me to change, he would always take me deep into the forest, away from the village, let me change and come collect me in the morning when I had passed out from exhaustion.
I was so excited to finally be going to school that even the jeers and glares that I received from the other children and their parents couldn't bring me down. I felt like the luckiest person alive to be going to a school where nobody knew me! One thing did bring me down though. I had relied on my parents so much after I was bitten. They were always there to cheer me up after a bad day and they always kept me safe when I changed. I would miss their help and love. I knew that I would be back during the summer and winter holidays, but something inside me was still hesitant to let go of that dependency.
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, July 21, 2007
THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!! Along with some exciting news!!
IT'S HERE!!! The wait is over!!! FINALLY!!!!! I am so excited!!!!!! To add to my happiness, My cousin Amanda is getting married!!! She is now officially engaged and I'm so happy for her!!! well ok then... bye bye!!!!
-- Up To No Good
-- Up To No Good
Friday, July 20, 2007
Quotes and Status!
Well Though I am not stuck anymore, I seem to have lost my writing pen!! :( It's been with me for so long and I lost it somewhere in another state so there is no possible way of getting it back! It's one of those really inky pens and I have alot of them at home but I'm not at home at the moment and I won't be til next week so no writing unless I get a new pen!!! :( Yes, I am that stubborn!!
I do have some fun quotes though!!!
1) The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines.
- Henry J. Tillman
2) "You are slower than turtles stampeding through peanut butter!"
3) Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
- Stephen Leacock
4) The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
- David Richerby
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!
-- Up To No Good
I do have some fun quotes though!!!
1) The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines.
- Henry J. Tillman
2) "You are slower than turtles stampeding through peanut butter!"
3) Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
- Stephen Leacock
4) The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
- David Richerby
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, July 07, 2007
3 MORE DAYS!!!!! (oh and I'm not stuck anymore!) ^-^
So after weeks of being stuck behind a wall, I have found a way around it!! That's right! I'm not stuck!! it might be a little but I still wrote it!!! Only 3 more days people!!!!! WHOO!!!! Here's the additions to The Remus Journals!
While I was zoned out, James stepped around me and proceeded to help the boy up and into our cabin. Once we were all settled, James and I began our "interrogation". The boy's name was Peter Pettigrew and he, like myself and James, was beginning his first year at Hogwarts.
I started to ask, "So, what hou--", but was cut off when a boy with semi-long black air and stormy gray eyes ran into the compartment and slammed the door shut. He had a miscievous grin on his face yet looked like a child on Christmas morning. The sounds of muffled laughter soon drifted in followed by a banshee-like shriek. Running footsteps and a pounding at our compartment door soon followed.
"Who're you?' James asked.
The boy peered over his shoulder, "The name's Sirius Black. Nice to meet you." His attention zipped back to keeping the door shut.
"Black?" James said, "As in that family that believes in wizarding supremacy and that all muggles and half-bloods should die?"
My stomach dropped.
The boy - Sirius - threw a scowl over his shoulder, though it didn't seem to be aim at anyone in particular. "Yup, That's the one. Bunch of good for nothing quacks in my opinion."
I caught James trying to hide a grin and had to suppress one myself. The kind of people that James had described were exactly the kind that I was determined to avoid. When I heard Sirius's reply to the accusations, I felt a great pressure lift from me.
The pounding at the door stopped and Sirius began to relax. He turned to us saying, "So, seeing as we've already established who I am. What're your names?"
James stepped forward, "I'm James Potter. This is Peter Pettigrew, and that's Remus Lupin."
"It's nice to meet you," I added after my introduction.
-- Up To No Good
While I was zoned out, James stepped around me and proceeded to help the boy up and into our cabin. Once we were all settled, James and I began our "interrogation". The boy's name was Peter Pettigrew and he, like myself and James, was beginning his first year at Hogwarts.
I started to ask, "So, what hou--", but was cut off when a boy with semi-long black air and stormy gray eyes ran into the compartment and slammed the door shut. He had a miscievous grin on his face yet looked like a child on Christmas morning. The sounds of muffled laughter soon drifted in followed by a banshee-like shriek. Running footsteps and a pounding at our compartment door soon followed.
"Who're you?' James asked.
The boy peered over his shoulder, "The name's Sirius Black. Nice to meet you." His attention zipped back to keeping the door shut.
"Black?" James said, "As in that family that believes in wizarding supremacy and that all muggles and half-bloods should die?"
My stomach dropped.
The boy - Sirius - threw a scowl over his shoulder, though it didn't seem to be aim at anyone in particular. "Yup, That's the one. Bunch of good for nothing quacks in my opinion."
I caught James trying to hide a grin and had to suppress one myself. The kind of people that James had described were exactly the kind that I was determined to avoid. When I heard Sirius's reply to the accusations, I felt a great pressure lift from me.
The pounding at the door stopped and Sirius began to relax. He turned to us saying, "So, seeing as we've already established who I am. What're your names?"
James stepped forward, "I'm James Potter. This is Peter Pettigrew, and that's Remus Lupin."
"It's nice to meet you," I added after my introduction.
-- Up To No Good
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
So then... about that weather!
yeah... it infuriates me, but I'm stuck... (in the words of my one year old nephew, "I' 'thuk") Now I have even more reason to hate Peter Pettigrew. Stupid rat... being all difficult. Well I'm trying! I know I'll get it eventually! On a happier note, my excentric cousin Michelle is getting baptized! YaY!! And we are trying to go camping! Which is always a fun family type thing that I love to do!!
Darn I hate being stuck...
-- Up To No Good
Darn I hate being stuck...
-- Up To No Good
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