| 29 September, 1975; entry 5 |
[Jul 5, 2008 * 2:12am] |
Lily's covered it already, but I am afraid our work managed to shock the journals into forgetting signatures or did something to the overall network that disagreed with... well, the network. That really wasn't intentional, but on the bright side, at least there's a world of opportunity to pick up something snazzy if you spoiled your first chance? Sorry-- it could have been worse, couldn't it have? Scads worse, if I've ever seen any pattern in books about those who dare to tinker with magic spellwork.
Oh, not that I'm saying that the consideration towards that hadn't been made. I did think given a situation of handing out the journals to students and encouraging some detective work would lend to there not being the danger and spontaneous fire hazards that typically come with fiddling around--
I believe I should just note that I was reading something of a thriller book a moment ago, and if I could just blame that for the over-enthused thinking about explosions and things like, it would be brilliant.
- Remus J. Lupin
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| 14 September, 1975; entry 4 |
[Jun 20, 2008 * 11:03pm] |
Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take a positive approach to this. Yes, it is a ten page assignment, but I have done one full page. That's one page less to worry about, and there's only nine more to go. Which while disheartening, is less than ten.
If I don't sleep at all, this could be humanly possible!
Flawed logic, I'm afraid. Sorry, everyone!
Though since I may have snagged a few classmates' attention: has anyone managed to get a solid start on the Runes assignment? It's a trifle overwhelming, I'm finding.
- Remus J. Lupin
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| 9 September, 1975; entry 3 |
[Jun 15, 2008 * 2:33am] |
All right, Lily, here goes nothing: I figured that it wouldn't hurt to have a go as per our research (also, as I've fetched a free moment just now); still, I have a feeling we're missing something in translation from notes to practical application. I'm afraid I can't manage to run down to the library to double check the literature (all of it, it seems -- can't suss out what's off) and see where the snag is until later this evening. Either way, I did feel that the best approach was jumping straight into experimentation, and based on the reaction or lack thereof to how cryptically this may read to anyone else, I do think we'll have some starting point to work with. ...That being whether or not I've absolutely botched this.
- Remus J. Lupin
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| 4 September, 1975; entry 2 |
[Jun 10, 2008 * 10:13pm] |
Viewing things from a 'glass is half full' perspective, at least I'm in not shortage of things to do for the next two nights. And, might I add, I've taken a chance to steal away to a location unknown to write this. Somewhere that Sirius will never guess, at that. (Hullo, Sirius. In answer to the guesses you may have: No, no, definitely not in the girls' loo, you guessed that already, and if I honestly told you, the whole 'hiding' thing would be rather for nothing, wouldn't it?)
I am sorry that my initial attempt was a bit theatric. I hadn't any idea that these journals were all connected through some sort of network, and someone was a bit too eager to correct my approach to journal-writing without my asking for the help. Though, I am intrigued at just how these are all interlinked. Assuming that the network itself is only within Hogwarts, I would think the charms were precise enough to ensure it's a closed system. It begs the question if there's any chance of either adding more journals into the loop or else making smaller loops of communication within. Speculation entirely, but it crossed my mind.
Otherwise, someone (and an additional someone else, I'm wagering) charmed my journal pink. I'm honestly not certain how to take it, but I do suppose it'll be easy to find now. ...And I really should have expected it coming.
- Remus J. Lupin
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| 1 September, 1975; entry 1 |
[Jun 7, 2008 * 1:46pm] |
I suppose Hogwarts wouldn't be considered a school without properly straining a student's mind as the first order of business. Straight back to the grindstone, isn't it? Actually, I think it might suit better to phrase the feeling in terms of being shoved into the Great Lake by one's friend. Friends (note the plural) if he's a particularly lucky bloke to be popular in the wrong sort of way. Or else if he's simply poor judgment in friends?
This journal situation does seem to be working out far better than my initial few attempts. Empty book, fill the pages — of course it all makes sense now. I only wish that riddle decided to work itself out for me, oh, roughly two hours ago would have done well. Even one (for beggars can't be choosers, as it goes), so that I wouldn't have been asked if I was going to eat that last biscuit or melt it with my eyes a dozen times over.
As a side note: no matter what Sirius says, the look of intense concentration does not mean constip—
Dearest Diary,
My name is Remus Lupin: the dullest, most boring lad in school. I find you so much more interesting than everything else, or anyone else, because your paper is like— —a virgin, to whom I desecrate,
That doesn't even make sense, Sirius; the 'to' isn't needed if you really mus—
—a beautiful woman that I cannot help but to smear ink all over — One Thousand! Millions! Women! I must have women! I am a lonely man— with desires. And I cover them up with silly incantations of ‘school is wonderful’ —
I never wrote that! Where— have I written anyth—
And ‘Professor McGonagall is cleverly dressed’.
Now you're just bein—g ridicu—lou—
I need to find something better to do with my time— SHAGGING! NO. —making out with my pillow!
Dear Diary, Find me an experienced snog. I heard Crook’s a good one for quick and painless snogging.
I do not need anything of the sort, I’m perf—
Find me something to write about other than school work, school, the decorations at school. If I, Remus Just Kill Me No—w Lupin write about anything other than naked, beautiful bosoms, then please, Diary, curse upon me a thousand paper cuts to my fingers, and other unmen—tiona—
Bos—oms! Knickers!
—Shag! Nice Arse! Tit—
TITS! A million short skirts! I lo—ve k—nee-soc
Note to self: As Sirius has kindly elbowed me in the eye before allowing me my journal back, I only wish to record for my own purposes to burn this entry later. When I’m certain I won’t go blind. Priorities and all.
- Remus J. Lupin
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