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A/N: Hello again, and welcome to my third chapter to my story! Yay! Anyway, I'd like to say that this story is, as far I know, different from other fanfics, and is almost totally different to HP altogether. I have just thought of a sequel called The Legacy of Olivia Potter, but that's all. I'll need to finish this one first of all, though. Dislaimer: Well, surnames and places, objects, ghosts, spells etc you recognize belong to JK, while the rest is MINE, MINE!!! Mwahahahah!!!! Ahem.
Chapter Three: Halloween!
October 20th 1711,
Dear Diary, It is almost Halloween, and I must admit, I miss mama's pumpkin pies, though, I've heard tell that the Hogwarts' Halloween feasts are simply superb. I shall be the judge of that!
They are to have a ball this year. They are to play traditional Wizarding dances, such as I used to dance to when I was young. Papa taught me. He used to be gentle, and kind, but he's grown bitter, distant from me. I don't know why.
We had flying lessons today; the weather has been too tempestuous recently, and so today was our first flying lessons. I so miss flying over our many acres of land, racing Henry, and laughing, playing Quidditch with Henry and Henrietta and their big friends. Professor Flyte was most pleased with me, and has told me I can play for Gryffindor. Oh the joy! I quickly sent a letter to home, to tell them of my success.
Yours, Olivia.
November 1st 1711, The ball didn't finish until midnight, so it is technically November 1st, and I am finding it hard to write by candlelight, which is poorer than it seems, and what I usually write by; my eyes are tired and itching.
The feast was divine; toffee apples, meat, fish, oxen, pumpkin juice, treacle pudding so sticky I had a hard time trying to unstuck my teeth, but I loved it, and I had lots of pumpkin pies, almost as good as mama's.
I danced, and danced, swirling and swirling in my nice dress robes, clapping and twirling, with Romulus as a dance partner; he is the most splendid of dancers, quick nimble and supportive. We danced to the Salasaraza, an ancient dance, which is quick, with many complicated leaps and twirls. We whirled round to the Tesapea (or the Teacup, as Papa called it), which always makes me feel light and dizzy. We clapped and stomped to the Chacharlon.
I'm tired now, and so I'm going to fall asleep n.
A/N: Hello again, and welcome to my third chapter to my story! Yay! Anyway, I'd like to say that this story is, as far I know, different from other fanfics, and is almost totally different to HP altogether. I have just thought of a sequel called The Legacy of Olivia Potter, but that's all. I'll need to finish this one first of all, though. Dislaimer: Well, surnames and places, objects, ghosts, spells etc you recognize belong to JK, while the rest is MINE, MINE!!! Mwahahahah!!!! Ahem.
Chapter Three: Halloween!
October 20th 1711,
Dear Diary, It is almost Halloween, and I must admit, I miss mama's pumpkin pies, though, I've heard tell that the Hogwarts' Halloween feasts are simply superb. I shall be the judge of that!
They are to have a ball this year. They are to play traditional Wizarding dances, such as I used to dance to when I was young. Papa taught me. He used to be gentle, and kind, but he's grown bitter, distant from me. I don't know why.
We had flying lessons today; the weather has been too tempestuous recently, and so today was our first flying lessons. I so miss flying over our many acres of land, racing Henry, and laughing, playing Quidditch with Henry and Henrietta and their big friends. Professor Flyte was most pleased with me, and has told me I can play for Gryffindor. Oh the joy! I quickly sent a letter to home, to tell them of my success.
Yours, Olivia.
November 1st 1711, The ball didn't finish until midnight, so it is technically November 1st, and I am finding it hard to write by candlelight, which is poorer than it seems, and what I usually write by; my eyes are tired and itching.
The feast was divine; toffee apples, meat, fish, oxen, pumpkin juice, treacle pudding so sticky I had a hard time trying to unstuck my teeth, but I loved it, and I had lots of pumpkin pies, almost as good as mama's.
I danced, and danced, swirling and swirling in my nice dress robes, clapping and twirling, with Romulus as a dance partner; he is the most splendid of dancers, quick nimble and supportive. We danced to the Salasaraza, an ancient dance, which is quick, with many complicated leaps and twirls. We whirled round to the Tesapea (or the Teacup, as Papa called it), which always makes me feel light and dizzy. We clapped and stomped to the Chacharlon.
I'm tired now, and so I'm going to fall asleep n.