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I've experienced a huge block that's just there. Whether or not that's a result of the amount of flames that I got, it doesn't really matter.
What really matters is that I'm completely stuck and I've just lost the passion for this story.
I'm not necessarily killing the story, but I might just edit this story. The beginning is a killer, so I think that I'm going to have to rewrite at least half of the chapters, or I might just not update for a while. Don't worry if I don't update, just IM me on AIM at LeaveMeAlone640. Bother me until I do it, ok?
Anyways, I realized how irregular I update, so I'll try to bring a new chapter every weekend. And now, without further ado, CHAPTER 15.
11/07
Dear Journal,
I'm here in front of McGonagall's office. Today, we're having a career thing where we're all talking to our heads and telling them what we want to be. Hmm... Hermione made me think a lot about it. I don't know. Oh, it's my turn. I'll write at the same time.
"Well, Miss Lionheart. You know why you're here, of course," she said, straightening papers. I nodded. "Good. Well, do you have any idea what you want to be? In your records it said that you wanted to be an Auror." I nodded again.
I then said, "But I don't think so right now. Being an Auror would be a bit dangerous right now, don't you think? And I don't really have a streak for danger."
"Hmmm... You are hard to think of a profession for... Your writing is excellent. Have you thought of being a writer?"
"Not really. I don't want to be tied down to a hobby."
"Well, what other things do you enjoy?"
"I kind of want to help other people, you know, because of the war," nod, "but I just don't know how I can do that without fighting."
She looked at my papers. "It says here that you enjoy Potions?" I nodded. "Well, there is a job where you brew potions for hospitals and such. Out of the people that even apply for that job, not many people are accepted. This is going to be very hard to do. You need to have Outstanding for your Herbology and Advanced Potions classes, not to mention that you can't get less than an Exceeds Expectations for all of your other classes. You are also required to take an extra class, Medical Potions. That class hasn't been taken for about 2 years now." She gave me a stern glance.
"Yeah, I think I'll take it. It sounds like a fun semester," I said, half smiling.
"Here are the other requirements. You don't have to go to university, but it would help on your resume. This paper has the job details. Look over it carefully."
"Ok, I want this job. I think that I'll go to university first and then take the job so I have something to fall back on if I don't get the position. I also have to tell my parents..."
"Well, in case you are like Miss Granger and would like to research this job, then you have until Sunday to submit these forms." She handed me a small stack of papers. Well, not stack, but some papers. "These forms are about what classes you will be taking and what classes you will have to take. Think about your choice," she said. I stood and thanked her. "Oh yes, please call Mr. Longbottom in," she said.
I left the room. Then I called to Neville, "Hey, go in. Neville. Neville!" I said when he started phasing out. His head snapped up and he stood, taking the door from me. I gave him an encouraging smile. So, now, where to go? I think I'll wander the halls. I mean, I still have to figure this place out, don't I?
Hmmm... It's almost dinner. I think that I'm going to walk out to the Great Hall. Write later.
Damn it. It happened again. You know, when Malfoy trips me, the contents of this book fall out, and he reads them in front of the whole school. Yeah. So, I'm walking out of the Great Hall, because I finished my dinner. I planned on leaving about 5 minutes early to avoid the crowd. So, I'm leaving, and Malfoy trips me on my way out. I'm holding this book, and I successfully hold on to it, but the papers that I stick into here fall out. These are the papers where I write my poems on. Unfortunately, he picks them up.
"Hmmm, Lionheart, you simply must learn to hold on to your belongings. I seem to remember an event like this. Do you?" he said, rifling through my papers.
"I remember you getting a detention with Filch," I said composing myself, readying for the lunge.
"I think that a reading of your works would be a good punishment for your impertinence."
"Well, well, I never knew you understood the meaning of impertinence. Wait, I must be wrong. After all you're just the epitome of the word, aren't you?" He ignored it and waited for all of the students and professors to come out of the Hall.
"Everybody, Miss Lionheart here has something to share with all of us. It's one of her writings, but she seems to be too shy to share with us. I think that I'll share for her," he said, all eyes on him. He was mocking me, and no one picked it up. These people are idiots.
"This piece is called Hope." He cleared his throat and began reading.
"O'er where the starlight bends
And moonshine flows
And the sunshine sends
There lies a ring that glows
"There it glows an eerie blue
Darker than the sea
Shining more than if it was new
Might it be the key?
"The key that opens the door to light
The one that banishes all the strife
This door stores up all the might
That might bring back part of our life
"The part where we have been unafraid
To go and have a time, we were bound
This part in a basket it has been laid
And buried in the cold, hard ground."
Awww, man... That was one of my best too. No one's saying anything. It's quiet. They all looked stunned. Even the teachers. They hate it, don't they? Why else would they be quiet? Clap. Someone's clapping. It was Dumbledore. Now everyone's clapping. Damn. It's loud too. I think that I'll go up and get my papers from Malfoy now.
"Malfoy, papers please?" I said, holding my hand out.
"I think that I deserve a reward for bringing you out of your shell and showing everyone what good writing you can do," he responded with a smirk.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "What do you want Malfoy?" I said tiredly, as if I was tired of him.
"A simple kiss," he said, smirk growing wider. The Gryffindors we're pretending to vomit. Really. That's not helping the situation, you know.
"Fine," I said, with a fake smile. Everyone was like, "WHAT THE FUDGINESS IS UP WITH HER!" Whatever. I want my papers back.
I walked up to him. Then I got really close to his face. Man, there was like half a centimeter between us. He started leaning in and I snatched my papers from his hands. Then I walked away to Hermione. Everyone was laughing at him. Ha! Take that Malfoy.
He walked up to me. He snarled, "You'll pay for that traitor."
I stepped back so he got a better look at my expressions. I said, "Bring it."
"Now students, after listening to that wonderful piece, I hope you are inspired to do your homework. Please clear the hall now," he said, twinkling his eyes. Argh... Wait, McGonagall's calling me to her.
"Miss Lionheart," she said proudly, smile covering her face. "That was a wonderful poem."
"Thank you," I said, immodestly. It's a talent.
"Again, about your career choice. Would you reconsider and maybe write for a living?"
"Writing's just a hobby. I think that if I have to do this for life, then I would just stop liking it, and I don't want that. Besides, if preparing potions isn't enough money, then I can maybe write for something extra."
"You didn't look at the details then, did you?" I shook my head. Then, I took my binder out of my bag, opened it up to a folder, and took out the requirements.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing to my binder.
"What? Oh, it's a binder. A muggle invention. It makes organizing much easier," I said absentmindedly, looking at the paper. WHAT! Oh my god... Fudginess... Dude, 20 Galleons an hour? On starting? Whoa! Man, I'm definitely going for this job... I think that she saw my eyes.
"That's just minimal. If you're much better than what they've seen, then I think that you can request your salary, as long as it's reasonable," she said.
I looked at the rest of the paper. Way at the bottom it said that I have to be an apprentice to a Potions Master. Oh no.
"I have to work under a Potions Master for a year?" I asked her. She obviously forgot a small piece of information. Interesting...
Well, at least they have a list of Masters that I can work for. One in America... Hmmm... Might take that... One in China, one in Australia, another in South America, Russia, and Scotland. The one is Scotland, no mistake, is our very own Snape. Interesting.
"Yes, forgot about that. Well, there's the list, just pick one. Then, whenever you want to start your apprenticeship, just owl the person and they will either accept you or not. Oh, look at the time. I'm very aware that you have an essay due Monday, so you should go finish it. I'll speak with you another time, Miss Lionheart," she said, walking away. Off to the library. Time to find Hermione to tell her about the job.
In the library. Hermione's here with her... erg, friends. It seems that they've accepted Logan in there too... So what, now it's the 5 of us, hanging out, making trouble? Snape probably loathes us.
Ok, time to go girly. Ugh. I hate doing this.
"Oh my God, Hermione, look at this job!" I squealed. I squealed. Erg. I shoved the paper in her hands.
"Oh dear Merlin! I want this job! God, I swear, if I liked potions..," she said, staring at the paper.
"Let me see yours," I said, reaching into her book bag. Hmm. She doesn't mind. Ok. Here it is. She wants to be a healer, blah, blah, blah, yea, yea. University is a requirement, not so tough of a requirements list, though. Hmm... I would like this job too. But no thanks... I'm too into the fact that I might be able to go back to my precious America.
"You have to be a Potions Apprentice for this? That's tough," Ron says.
"Really? I didn't think that it would be that challenging. I mean, it's just having an advanced class, basically.
"Eh, just look at how Snape treats us," Harry said.
"I really don't think it's that bad. And besides, it's hardly likely that I'm going to pick Snape as the Potions Master I need," I said, taking out my Transfiguration Essay.
"But he's the only one near here!" Hermione exclaimed. "Where else would you go?"
"I'm thinking America. It's near where I used to live and my father knows him a little. Besides, I miss home. I miss the fact that not everyone looks at me because of my accent."
"But that's way too far! America? What about your parents? What's going to happen to them?" Ron said, very much sounding like Hermione.
"My parents will stay here. I'll get an apartment there, get a part time job, and get lessons from the dude," I said, looking through my book bag. Damn, where is that book?
Wait. I can't go to the States. I'm about to go into the Order of the Phoenix... I can't just ditch the cause against some bad dude just because I miss my old home. It's not right.
"Well, what if we miss you?" Harry said.
"How about I talk this over with my parents and then make a decision when I want to start it?" I said, ending it with a definite voice. There were mutters of "Fine" and "Sure".
I have to do my other essays now. I swear, if Snape gives me a 99 again, I will kill him. Ok, not really, but I'll be really mad. Honestly, I mean, he doesn't take points off of anyone else for a long word in the title. I mean what kind of teacher takes off points for a long title? Anyways, I don't want to give him a reason for points off, so later.
-Trinity
A/N: RON DOES NOT LIKE TRINITY! If you cared to read the earlier A/N in chapter 13, then you would see more of how he thinks of her like a sister. Alright, now, to the Ginny treating... heheh, DIE RON, DIE.
