victoria frobisher is smarter than google

( Recycling moments from others' lives -- you're not as precious as you contrive )

Thank you all for tolerating my sister's eccentricities.

• Egbert Frobisher

( The Chronicles of Rikkie Morningstarr - 263 )

Excuse me Harry Potter, the REAL you still owes me a night of epic mystical wonderment.

( The Chronicles of Rikkie Morningstarr - 257 )

Harry Potter tried to get into my pants last night.

I've come to realise over these past few months that not everyone may be interested in seeing my in-progress sneak peaks of The Battle of Hogwarts: An Expanded Recount of One Night In History. I would hate to spoil anyone who is only interested in reading the account in full. I also am most interested in keeping around beta readers who would be willing to provide me with inside looks and ongoing feedback throughout the writing process.

As such, please comment if you would like to remain in my wards. You have one week before I cut people. Let me just say, though, that you will absolutely be missing out, but I understand when my genius is unwanted.

I didn't save your life so that you could go and get killed, you fucking asshole.

I wonder if SPF 75 is enough to keep a vampire from boiling in the sunlight.

Woe.

Today, I am sad. I wear black and a beret and drink coffee at a shop where the bongos are played.

The results.

( Cut for really awful poetry )

I had another session with my counselor today which I believe was highly helpful. It's just as well that there is no distinctive Head Girl position this year, because even though I obviously would have been able to handle the pressure, it'll be good to have some time to relax. It'll also save everyone else the disappointment surrounding the fact that I would've had the spot over them. I suppose I'll have to remain content with the fact that technically it IS me -- a fact that isn't perfect, but will have to do.

So I have another bit of story for you all, but I want to warn everyone before I make this public that it's a little Darquer than my normal stuff, alright? It's also a stylistic change, sort of, because it's always good to switch things up. You can tell me what you think if you wish but I already have a beta writer who's told me that it's awesome so it doesn't really matter what you think so yeah.

It seems only appropriate to post this at the stroke of midnight...

( Cut for Length )

Um, so excuse me. This whole attending classes at the Ministry is interesting and all. Don't get me wrong. I think it's only fair that if any graduating class gets to experience something New and Different, it is ours, all things considered.

However, there is something to be said for tradition. Such as the traditions of getting our school lists in the mail, or people trying out for Quidditch, or, I don't know, me finding out that I'm Head Girl? Yes, the school isn't ready, but that is no reason to do away with these time honoured positions of student authority.

I want to be sure that everyone notes that I was aware that was not actually Demelza all along. I was only attempting to play along with its charade in an attempt to collect information. I actually know who it is, but I feel as though it wouldn't be prudent to let them know that I know so soon.

My trial is tomorrow. It looks like I will have to put this plotbunny to bed early tonight.

( Not private, just cut -- Warning to those at work, is kind of Smutty )

Okay. Let's picture for a moment that you have a friend. Said friend is writ painting the most epic masterpiece in the history of Art. However, said person is torn betwixt fitting environments. If one was having a torrid affair, would you choose the library or the Astronomy tower for the meet-up point?

I will be certain to relay your message to the proper people.

Is anyone anywhere near Oakley, Hampshire right now?

A war was on the cusp of waging. Thunder crashed like intoxicated broomstick-riding teenagers, lightning flashed and clashed against the darkened night sky, lighting the scene brightly as a Christmas tree for a mere moment before the landscape was once again overtaken by darkness. Rain slapped against the windowpane like a pervert reaching for booty.

There was unimaginable evil approaching, evil unlike anything the brave and unrelentingly sexy band of teenagers had faced before. Many would charge headfirst into the fray -- few would return. After six years, there was every chance that they all (excluding the most intelligent and brave and beautiful and crafty of the bunch) would never again see daylight, sacrificing their lives for the good of mankind. But they would not go gently into that good night.

It was not a sacrifice that Alfonzo was willing to make. You see, there was another war raging inside that boy's heart -- one that he had denied for months, but one that grew more intense and dangerous with every denial, with every breath. It was painful, gut-wrenching even, to keep the fruit of his hidden passion a secret, especially for so long.

Especially in the wake of staring into death's cold beady eyes.

He was not as strong as the others; not nearly as brave. He lead because he could follow rules, not because he was strong. And while the others Alfonzo could live without, he could not stand idly by as the heart of his life's secret ocean walked the plank into the valley of the shadow of death.

"I don't want you to go," Alfonzo pleaded with him, tears dancing in his eyes that he refused to cry because he was a man.

"I have to."

"But-"

"Shh," Riguel replied, leaning his body close to Alfonzo's, pressing a finger to his bee-stinged lips to quiet him. "I know." The crowded room felt empty despite all eyes being fixed on the two and their epic love story, Riguel pushing Alfonzo back up against the wall of the castle, hands exploring new territory as their lips met. How could they give up this finally admitted beauty so soon after its unleashing(?) Love like this never made the history books.

"I will be with you always, Fonz," Riguel promised him, finally pulling away, the taste of mint and marijuana still fresh on his lips. "I will win this war for you. Take the children to safety."

Harry! Harry Potter, I have a few questions to ask you.

First of all -- is your first name ACTUALLY Harry or is it short for Harold? If the former, have you ever felt any sort of unease or self-loathing about your existance due to your given name universally being thought of as a nickname? This is very important.

perdition_rpg ends here.

Here begins redemption_rpg