5 April
Harry had a harrowing experience with my cat Liv. The fat roll (Liv, that is) was lollygagging in the common room around my feet when Harry came by to touch her. Liv, being the nasty little bugger that she is, decided that it would be PERFECTLY fine to breathe fire towards Harry.
Now here's the interesting part…
"I didn't know….that cat's…could breathe…fire." Harry said, who had terribly singed eyebrows.
"You know Harry, you might want to go to Madam Pomfrey, Liv burned your brows off." Oliver said. "Now, how did she do that?"
All the while I'm sitting in my chair staring, astounded by the antics of my so-called cat. I mean, one, she's the size of a German Shepard Iand/I she breathes fire! Maybe I should get her checked out, it seems quite out of place if you ask me.
Oh, and Liv just happens to fall asleep in Oliver's lap. Damn her! I was going to sleep there!
15 April
Funny thing happened yesterday. Apparently our ass conversation got to Snape, and we all had a detention doing something for Dumbledore. That in itself wasn't bad, which, not to be confusing, was good because Dumbledore probably had something to do with assigning the detention.
While Rowena and I dusted of pictures, Oliver and Gregor were washing the windows (A/N: are there windows) in his office. Things were silent until the phoenix burst into flames, which was something none of us expected. And Gregor, oh the expression on his face was wonderful. Gregor's a muggle born so he knows nothing of this nature and when he saw the phoenix sort of just, explode, he went absolutely nutters and ran around going insane.
"It's dying! Oh my god! WE KILLED DUMBLEDORE'S BIRD!" Gregor said maniacally.
"No you stupid cow, it's a phoenix!" Oliver said looking at Gregor running around
"IT DIED! OH MY GOD IT DIED! WE KILLED IT!!!" Gregor yelled.
"You git! Didn't you hear Oliver?" I asked.
"Gregor, it's okay, you can relax." Said a voice. Ah, it was Dumbledore, how nice.
"Er, professor, didn't see you there!" I said, realizing I called Gregor a git.
"I went temporarily deaf when Gregor wasn't speaking my dear." Dumbledore said, smiling at us. "Now Gregor, you didn't kill my bird. Fawkes was just about ready to burn anyway. He was looking ill."
"Wait what?" Gregor asked, dumbfoundedly. I was going to say he looked like Flint when he made that face but decided against it. The professor was in the room, what could I do?
"A phoenix, Gregor, goes through several stages. It starts out as a baby bird, and then becomes and adult and once its time comes busts into flames only to be reborn from its very own ashes." Dumbledore said.
"OH!" Gregor said. "So, the new bird, it's in the ashes?"
"Yes. Go take a look." He said. Gregor stooped in close to the cage. "Will you look at that, it is in there isn't it?"
"Well, I'm letting you all go now, I didn't want you all to have to stay and clean all day." Dumbledore said. "Off you go. And Rowena, Brigid, no more talks about Davis' scent please?"
Trying very hard not to giggle, we nodded and went down the stairs. I was going to mention the phoenix to Harry since he'd lived with muggles for a while, but it slipped my mind because Oliver and I decided to…er, yes, well we went off to a secret compartment we found in the library. Conveniently enough it fits two people and there are MANY little inscriptions too, like J.P and L.E. forever, or Molly + Arthur. We sat there for a good hour just reading the hundreds of carved letters and names, trying to figure out if we knew any of them.
"Let's write something too!" Oliver said.
"You do it." I said. "I'm not fond of carving."
"Okay, well, here goes." He said finding a small spot and then, blocking the letters from my view, he showed me and it said FLINT SMELLS. And in another spot he put B.C and O.W. in a circle.
"Why not a heart?" I asked.
"Hearts can be broken love, circles never end." He said.
"Awww…you're incredibly handsome when you're philosophical did you know that?" I asked. "Wait, then again, your handsome pretty much all the time."
And then, we snogged.
Life is tres magnifique….
A/N: Ah yes…snogging again. At least not in public!
Harry had a harrowing experience with my cat Liv. The fat roll (Liv, that is) was lollygagging in the common room around my feet when Harry came by to touch her. Liv, being the nasty little bugger that she is, decided that it would be PERFECTLY fine to breathe fire towards Harry.
Now here's the interesting part…
"I didn't know….that cat's…could breathe…fire." Harry said, who had terribly singed eyebrows.
"You know Harry, you might want to go to Madam Pomfrey, Liv burned your brows off." Oliver said. "Now, how did she do that?"
All the while I'm sitting in my chair staring, astounded by the antics of my so-called cat. I mean, one, she's the size of a German Shepard Iand/I she breathes fire! Maybe I should get her checked out, it seems quite out of place if you ask me.
Oh, and Liv just happens to fall asleep in Oliver's lap. Damn her! I was going to sleep there!
15 April
Funny thing happened yesterday. Apparently our ass conversation got to Snape, and we all had a detention doing something for Dumbledore. That in itself wasn't bad, which, not to be confusing, was good because Dumbledore probably had something to do with assigning the detention.
While Rowena and I dusted of pictures, Oliver and Gregor were washing the windows (A/N: are there windows) in his office. Things were silent until the phoenix burst into flames, which was something none of us expected. And Gregor, oh the expression on his face was wonderful. Gregor's a muggle born so he knows nothing of this nature and when he saw the phoenix sort of just, explode, he went absolutely nutters and ran around going insane.
"It's dying! Oh my god! WE KILLED DUMBLEDORE'S BIRD!" Gregor said maniacally.
"No you stupid cow, it's a phoenix!" Oliver said looking at Gregor running around
"IT DIED! OH MY GOD IT DIED! WE KILLED IT!!!" Gregor yelled.
"You git! Didn't you hear Oliver?" I asked.
"Gregor, it's okay, you can relax." Said a voice. Ah, it was Dumbledore, how nice.
"Er, professor, didn't see you there!" I said, realizing I called Gregor a git.
"I went temporarily deaf when Gregor wasn't speaking my dear." Dumbledore said, smiling at us. "Now Gregor, you didn't kill my bird. Fawkes was just about ready to burn anyway. He was looking ill."
"Wait what?" Gregor asked, dumbfoundedly. I was going to say he looked like Flint when he made that face but decided against it. The professor was in the room, what could I do?
"A phoenix, Gregor, goes through several stages. It starts out as a baby bird, and then becomes and adult and once its time comes busts into flames only to be reborn from its very own ashes." Dumbledore said.
"OH!" Gregor said. "So, the new bird, it's in the ashes?"
"Yes. Go take a look." He said. Gregor stooped in close to the cage. "Will you look at that, it is in there isn't it?"
"Well, I'm letting you all go now, I didn't want you all to have to stay and clean all day." Dumbledore said. "Off you go. And Rowena, Brigid, no more talks about Davis' scent please?"
Trying very hard not to giggle, we nodded and went down the stairs. I was going to mention the phoenix to Harry since he'd lived with muggles for a while, but it slipped my mind because Oliver and I decided to…er, yes, well we went off to a secret compartment we found in the library. Conveniently enough it fits two people and there are MANY little inscriptions too, like J.P and L.E. forever, or Molly + Arthur. We sat there for a good hour just reading the hundreds of carved letters and names, trying to figure out if we knew any of them.
"Let's write something too!" Oliver said.
"You do it." I said. "I'm not fond of carving."
"Okay, well, here goes." He said finding a small spot and then, blocking the letters from my view, he showed me and it said FLINT SMELLS. And in another spot he put B.C and O.W. in a circle.
"Why not a heart?" I asked.
"Hearts can be broken love, circles never end." He said.
"Awww…you're incredibly handsome when you're philosophical did you know that?" I asked. "Wait, then again, your handsome pretty much all the time."
And then, we snogged.
Life is tres magnifique….
A/N: Ah yes…snogging again. At least not in public!