The Afterlife and Times

Pink Pens

          This pen is pink. All pens should be pink, because pink is fun. I like pink a lot, and--

          That green pen just moved! It did! It's writing while I'm talking!

Festive Gatherings

          The Harbinger Banquet Hall saw a lovely festive Yule Ball quit recently, and many New Year's countdowns were had all around the plane. It seems that no one can quite agree what the year is, but that hasn't stopped anyone's festive cheer!

A Zoo Comes Upon Us!

          Recently, an influx of domesticated animals has appeared in the immortal world, starting with the notable appearance of noteworthy bird Fawkes. One would think that a phoenix does not die, which is certainly a matter for some investigation.

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The Mountains

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Clash of the Titans?

          A duel occured as expected between Sir Gryffindor and the infamous Salazar Slytherin. Thankfully, no one was hurt accidentally, but our hero suffered a broken leg, which he is thankfully recovering from. Our best wishes go out to him as he recovers.

Harbinger of Fun and Good Times!

          Albus Dumbledore has graciously put out invitations to a charming sounding Yule Ball at the Harbinger Dining Hall. If you haven't put in you RVSP, do so! Yours truly will be there, as will the Who's Who, of course. Let's hope that none of those skeletons emerge from his closet to spoil the day!

Revelations in the Sky!

          Weasley's Wizard Weazes has moved to its new location in the city! In the spirit of love and truthiness, those two wild pranksters have been shooting off fireworks with special messages to keep the public informed. Keep it up, you two! Will they be able to keep up with the competition that can only be called, how shall we say...Awesome?

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Freudian Slips?

         It seems that we have artists in our midst, folks. Two repressed talents have made little doodles in their journals, which I'm sure someone else saw. So I am challenging a little art contest! Show us your talents with a quill or other implement of artistic torture, and show us what you can do! The best, judged by yours truly of course, will receive lunch on me in the city. So, get doodling!

Clash of the Titans

     I recently had the privilege of sitting down with Godric Gryffindor, to talk to him about his recent challenge to Salazar Slytherin. He told me of the devastating effects on Hogwarts castle occurring during their last meeting—approximately one thousand years ago. I have also been recently informed that everyone here is indeed vulnerable to very high degrees—we're dead, isn't this when we're allowed to relax? Thankfully we have Gryffindor around to stifle this threat, such a brave and selfless man ready to lay down his life for others. He was even willing to this to defend his former friend Slytherin, to whom he was considered a mentor and family. To the unmarried Gryffindor and disowned pureblood Slytherin, family must be so important to come by. And yet, Slytherin threw it away with casually flung curses that took four years to repair the physical damage from.

     Yet there are those who would side with Slytherin, the betrayer. Need I remind you all the opinions on Peter Pettigrew? The Rat Betrayer, I believe they were calling him after the beloved Harry Potter brought his story to light. Will we allow this double standard of time to taunt us with Slytherin's smooth and silver tongue? To have such friends betray us...rather reminds of another such Gryffindor blinded to the intentions of another. Perhaps this is the unexplored trait of Gryffindors, as is often explored, that of the tragic love for one who would so casually slaughter those of Muggle birth.

     Soon enough it seems their battle will be upon us—and I say upon us because it is always the innocent who suffer the most, is it not? Sir Gryffindor has given me his word that the conflict will not spread beyond them, and I find myself strangely willing to believe such a strong and powerful man. The question remains, will the original Gryffindor Champion be able to prevent any more loss or suffering at the hands of those like Slytherin?

Coming soon: "The Tragic Past of Godric Gryffindor"; excerpts from "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" and reviews of plays and businesses in the city!

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For All Intensive Purposes

Werewolves? Where-wolves!

     For everyone worried about being ripped to shreds and spending eternity in pieces, there is good news! While a transformation occurs on the full moon to all those infected with the lycanthropy, it would seem the change only takes them to be wolves instead of the dreaded werewolf. There is no reason to fear the full moon!

Epic Battles—In Our Backyards?

     The dark lords Voldemort, Salazar Slytherin and Gellert Grindelwald seem to be restless, drumming up their shares of tensions! One might be thankful for the presence of Harry Potter, except that who knows if he will be able to stop He Who Can Now Be Named on this plane? Godric Gryffindor won't stand for anything old Sally will put up against him, ready to march in and defend the masses! As for Gryffindor's Champion, who 'defeated' Grindelwald as I'm sure we all remember, no one seems to have heard from him so I guess we're on our own with ol' curly. Two out of three isn't bad, right? I mean, as far as we know we can't die again.

     Keep your eyes on this page for updates!

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Finally. I have one of these journals of my own. More efficient than that rag I put together--more established readership, too. It stands to reason though I may be 'foggy' to most everyone here, my writing will not be.

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I don't know about any of you, but I nearly died trying one of Prince's Plume's new Calming Draughts. Unless the bottle was a mislabelled coughing draught, there's a problem with that recipe, sweet cheeks. In the interest of public safety--just because there is no death is no reason to throw consideration out of the window--I will continue to sample each new potion that shop has to offer until the shop keeper sets up some manner of accountability.

Unregulated tests of highly experimental brooms has been taking place near Puddleby Rock Lake, which I needn't remind anyone is near quite a number of cottages on the beach. I for one don't live in any of them, but I would be remiss to not spread the word. I wouldn't want a broom crashing into my front lawn, hurting myself or my family--to you hoodlums out there who wouldn't care less, some of us still have children who can still be gravely injured by brooms breaking up in the sky and falling at ridiculous speeds back to the ground.

Lastly, a mysterious man about fifty with greying blond hair was spotted in the village buying wine and candy before heading up to the mountain path. While this meet seem rather innocous, he was able to interact with almost everyone--a feat, most certainly, to not have the common 'foggy' effect I am sure we all receive around those we are not connected to in some way--around nearly everyone! I interviewed the shop keepers who talked to him, and while they had been paid for their goods, none of them could remember the man's name, where they knew him from or what he had given them in exchange for wares. He wasn't fuzzy to me--so I've met him--but I can't remember from where. Did anyone else see him?

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