April 9th, 2005

Current Music: Scissor Sisters Subject: Brief Update! Time: 05:24 pm Current Mood: rushed

Have been away for so long, and never left a note on this thing to explain... Chapter 11 of Hand-Me-Down Clothes has been uploaded, with an elongated explanation for its delay. Short = I thought it had been uploaded, eight months ago! Am busy at Uni for the next 5 weeks, but will hopefully be back after that, and online again. Until then, Have fun, Don't give out your mobile numbers (lol) and eat five portions of veg and fruit a day! Hee! Quillitch ;)

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July 31st, 2004

Subject: HALLEUAH! Time: 12:22 am Current Mood: ecstatic

I am ordering everybody, just because I want to see their faces, to be here, tomorrow night, because... *Que dramatic music* Dun dun dun..! Hand-Me-Down Clothes will be updated. Chapter ten will be UP! Be here or be square, I'm not sure I can believe it myself!

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July 26th, 2004

Subject: Is this a clue? Or a Mistype! Time: 08:21 pm Current Mood: curious

I was just on JK's site and read this: 'As far as somebody like Lucius Malfoy is concerned, for instance, a Muggle-born is as 'bad' as a Muggle. Therefore Harry would be considered only 'half' wizard, because of his mother's grandparents.' Harry's mother's grandparents!? Surely she means Harry's mother's parents? Or does she? I've always assumed that they were muggles, what with Petunia's reaction to her sister coming home with pockets full of frogspawn. But this makes it sound as if they weren't... oooh! Have I stumbled across a possible plot-twist? *Rubs hands together in glee and squeals*

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July 20th, 2004

Subject: Well that just takes the Biscuit! Time: 11:42 pm Current Mood: giddy

There's no biscuit in England that can satisfy me now I've been to America. I'm in love with cookies! A kind of American biscuit that is soft and chunky, doughy yet crunchy, sweet yet tasty, heavenly, yet wicked. Can somebody airmail me some cookies? On a more sane note, I've just bought a key-ring with a nice, pleasant picture of Jesus on it and the amusing caption: 'Jesus is coming .... Look busy!'

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July 19th, 2004

Current Music: "..And I Can't StoooOOOpp NOOOOooOOOw... for No ONE!" Time: 09:50 pm Current Mood: naughty

What Is Your HP Threesome? by elschan Name You Will Shag Minerva McGonagall and Crookshanks Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen! Now that is just disturbing! Ooeugh! What Is Your HP Threesome? by elschan Name You Will Shag Fred and George Weasley Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen! Whereas this I can live with! Hmmm... Yes? What fic? Where? Ooohh that fic. I'll get right to it, Ma'am! *scuttles away*

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Current Music: Keane 'Hopes and Fears' (Excellent album btw!) Subject: This comes to you from my hideaway Bunker where I have many $ and Mars Bars... Time: 09:41 pm Current Mood: hopeful

I'm in hiding from angry reveiwers. Not that I've received many death threats. I'm sorry - Have you seen my Mac5 (What the hell is a Mac 5 anyway?) I have decided to write the final chapter before I post CH: Ten, so that there won't be such a long gap between updates. It's been ages since I've been online though, sooo.... "Hi everyone!"

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May 29th, 2004

Current Music: Gabrielle 'Rise' Subject: Still disturbed... Time: 01:27 pm Current Mood: enthralled

Can anyone else not quite get their heads around Mason Verger of Hannibal portraying our beloved Snuffles? Thanks to Vanessa_b, Sourfly and Shellie, for giving me thier opinions on the extract of HMDC. You guys rock! ;-) Expect the actual chapter this week end, I'd say tonight but I'm going out so... Sunday unless I find spare time hidden away beneath my bed. Moosles!

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May 23rd, 2004

Current Music: Waaay too late for music. Subject: I see a strange shore... a distant mirage.. wait, is it ... me on the internet?! Time: 01:17 am Current Mood: curious

I know, I'm sooo sorry, I just haven't had access to the internet for ages. Anyhoo, this is for Sourfly and Vanessa b who replied to my post back in the year BC. Thanks guys! 'If you’d seen what he was sleeping in before..’ Dumbledore replied, a brief flash of anger in his eyes, Minerva McGonagall looked at him piercingly. ‘How bad was it Albus?’ she asked. ‘His bedroom was a cupboard,’ Dumbledore revealed, his lips tight. ‘Why didn’t you ch-’ McGonagall stopped her angry sentence short. ‘Why didn’t I check up on him before?’ Dumbledore finished for her, bitterness apparent in his tone. ‘Because I’m a blind old fool, I thought only of his safety from the DeathEaters. I did not look to his own family to harm him.’ ‘They didn’t..?’ Minerva looked horrified. ‘No.. the occasional roughness but…. No, not, not what you’re thinking.’ ‘Thank Merlin,’ the Professor of Transfiguration breathed. ‘Albus, I did not mean what I said. You cannot be held responsible for the actions of his muggle relatives.’ ‘I should have been keeping an eye on him! I was the only one who could!’ ‘That is not so, and you know it! You could not have known, you did not know, and it’s in the past. What you are giving Harry now counts, what he needs, a family, love, and compassion,’ she spoke firmly and quite passionately for her. ‘You are quite right of course,’ said Albus, after a moment of pensive thought. ‘And I must thank you for once again clearing my head and opening my eyes to the truth of a matter.’ ‘Well,’ said Minerva, ‘it must be admitted that without me your public image would not be quite so good.’ ‘How modest, my dear,’ smiled Albus. ‘I seek to ever speak truth,’ she replied, her lips turning upwards into a slight indication of a smile. ‘Work harder,’ Dumbledore murmured, just as they heard a door crash shut down the corridor and then a spectacular crashing noise that echoed ominously down the corridor. It sounded like Dumbledore’s extremely valuable Ming vase may have just become a literally priceless antique. ‘Oops,’ said a boy’s voice. ‘Sorry Mr Dippy, it was the draught from Granddad’s open office window.’ ‘Dippit,’ replied a muffled, slightly miffed voice. ‘Now if you could just untangle my frame from the drapes…’ ‘I can’t,’ said Harry, sounding concerned. ‘Fawkes is in there somewhere, I don’t want to squish him.’ ‘Call for a house elf,’ mumbled the aged voice of Headmaster Dippit. ‘Peggy was with me,’ said Harry, now sounding very guilty. ’I think she’s the moving thing under the rug.’ ‘Moving thing?’ said Dippit, worried. ’That’s no house elf boy, is that a snake? My Vena it’s a snake, help! Some one heeeelp!’ ‘It’s not a snake, Mr Dip Peat, it’s Granddad’s creeping vine.’ ‘Creeping vine! Do you know what those things do to portraits, boy? Do you! They tear you up and rip you, eat you, gnaw you, I’m going to die!!’ ‘You’re already dead,’ pointed out Harry, unhelpfully. ‘Hang on, I think I can grab the plant.’ There was some rustling and then a very disgruntled and piercing squawk. ‘Oops,’ said Harry again. ‘Sorry Fawkes.’ ‘Heeelp!’ cried Headmaster Dippit, panicking. ‘Something’s tickling my knee!’ There was a lot of noisy creaks and some unhealthy crunching sounds. ‘Methinks we should join the party,’ said Dumbledore to his deputy, she glanced at him sharply. ‘You adopted him,’ she reminded him. ‘I don’t believe I have an invitation!’ ‘You don’t need one,’ said Dumbledore, ‘You’re part of the family.’ ‘I’m touched,’ she replied dryly. ‘Now go rescue your Grandson before the walls of Hogwarts collapse around us.’ ‘Where are you going?’ he enquired. ‘Away,’ she said succinctly, and left by floo. Dumbledore grumbled something under his breath, it sounded suspiciously unflattering. ‘Harry James Potter-Dumbledore,’ he said ominously, as he stepped out into the corridor. ‘What have you done?’ and had the satisfaction of seeing a very nervous looking Harry jump practically out of his skin. ‘My vase!’ he exclaimed, upon seeing it’s ruin, he tilted his head 90 degrees to better see what was under the drapes. It looked like Sir Urchfont’s armour was trying to gather itself back together again, and had mistakenly caged a distinctly ruffled Fawkes inside the body piece, Dumbledore looked at the little black haired boy standing beyond the pile. ‘Hi Granddad,’ said Harry and gave his best ingratiating I’m-innocent-at-least-until-proven-guilty smile. It's taken from the beginning of the chapter, and I hope you like it! Quillitch

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April 19th, 2004

Current Music: Elvis: 'A Little Less Conversation' Subject: Is anyone out there? Time: 03:25 pm Current Mood: curious

I have a Question. This may seem odd, but every so often I get these urges, like the time I... well you don't want to hear about that! Suffice to say, I have a Question. eep! I need some feedback on parts of Chapter Ten of Hand-Me-Down Clothes, which is still unfinished. If I posted bits here, would peeps give me some C&C? Ahhh, dunno if I can be bothered anyhoo. Must go scribble. (What, essays? Me?)

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April 11th, 2004

Current Music: The local church bells Subject: Happy Easter Everyone! Time: 01:22 pm Current Mood: happy

Big day today, I have finally decided what I am going to do regarding Hand-Me-Down Clothes. Drum roll please! lol I estimate 2 more chapters left to write (including the one I'm working on now) and.... a sequel! I'm so excited, I have loads of ideas and it's hard to concentrate on actually writing chapter 10. I'm thinking (at the mo) that I'll start the sequel just before he starts his first year at Hogwarts, that give me a chance to show how relationships have changed and how Harry appears etc. But the best part at the moment is thinking up a new title. There's no way i'm calling it anything as boring as Hand-Me-Down Clothes 2! hmm, and I was thinking about creating a yahoo group for HMD... I get a lot of reviews (it's like wow) and can never reply to all of them or just say hi, it'd be cool to chat with some of the peeps who do review my fics... and those who have similar ones. What do ya think? Toodles!

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March 19th, 2004

Subject: Tick Tock Time: 10:50 am Current Mood: cheerful

My journal has been depressing of late, plus I haven't updated so ... I'm updating. Have a load of essays at the moment, handing in one today (nervously checks deadline time), and two in a fortnight, which should, of course be plenty of time... I'm going bald! *Shrieks* And in the UK we have Mother's Day this Sunday (I believe it's later in the USA?) so I am going home, and have gathered older, mad as a hatter sister and sensible brother and his fiance for a meal and get-together. Family is good, I feel very sorry for anyone who does not have one. Hugs to anyone out there feeling sad. Moosles Quillitch

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March 3rd, 2004

Subject: Mourning Time: 08:41 pm

Had my Granddad's funeral today, I hate funerals, I've been to too many and they don't get better. I hate the black, the empty words, the coffins, the cemeteries, the gravestones, the religions, the tears. I especially hate it when my father cries. It is the biggest shock to a child, when they first realise their parents are human. Role reversal, in the cruelest way. I am miserable and sad and feeling very lonely, there is no time for your own grief when you are busy with another's. His name was Charles. And I miss him.

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February 17th, 2004

Subject: And sofas.....!! Time: 09:45 pm Current Mood: enraged

....Yes sofas! Last night I was out til 4am *looks around for mother nervously*, and crashed on a friend's sofa. Now I'm not huge but I'm tall, and I have a bone to pick with sofa makers. -A BIG Bone, and quite a few aching muscles- Sofas Are Too Damn Small!! Oh yes they look so soft and squidgy and comfortable, and they bounce when you sit on them, dance on them or do your callenetics, BUT never ever sleep on them. Because you can't. Sleeping is impossible. I tell you I-Will-Sue-Somebody-Anybody!-Remotely-Associated-With-Sofas-Right-Now! ('Hey You! Mister Furniture Removals!') I'll get over this just as soon as I get some actually sleep. Had to be up by six to get on a train back to Uni for a 9:30am lecture. Why do I do this to myself? Why?

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Current Music: It's Raining Men -Geri Haliwell Subject: On men, or not. Time: 09:37 pm Current Mood: flirty

I have four men on the go. When I say 'on the go' what I mean is that I'm seeing them... sort of casual dating you might say. But really - four! I'm pushing my luck. I'm just really, really indecisive, what's a girl to do? Phillip, Chris, Mark, Joel I swear I'm running out of clothes to wear. Weeks with nothing and then a deluge, I swear, it's raining men here in England. Heeeelp

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February 9th, 2004

Current Music: '...Damn right! They're better than yours! Ma Milkshake..' Subject: Absolutely exhausted! Time: 09:56 pm Current Mood: morose

I was awake and worse, up, by six o'clock this morning. For some of you that might seem like an average working day, however, I am a Uni student and as such I only ever see 6am from the perspective of the day before the night that is only just ending. If that makes sense. Why? Well, yes quite. House hunting, the bane of my life. Looking for a house with 6 of my friends that we all like and that we can afford (plus, is near the bus/train station, Uni itself, shops, SU Bar, and a decent local). *Screams and tears out huge chunks of her hair* We actually found a place we like today, and signed the contracts etc, but it's not over yet... oh no, it's never over... Cringe Sometimes I wish I was five again, and then I remember what being five was actually like and speedily change my mind. But still... to be totally dependent upon another, to not have to make decisions and keep an overdraft... It would be nice to be free of such tiresome responsibilities again. Still, there is always something in our lives we don't want, can't handle or even despise. Look on the positive side, some things we love! ...Don't we?

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February 4th, 2004

Current Music: Robbie Williams Escapology Subject: Unquenchable Urges Time: 02:58 pm Current Mood: hungry

I have a chocolate craving. A HUGE chocolate craving. I have eaten half a pack of chocolate digestives, a chocolate bar, a bit of chocolate cake and some more biscuits, and yet I stiiill want chocolate. Why oh why oh why? It's not like I haven't eaten lunch, or an apple and orange... I just have a really bad chocolate neeeed! Need! I'll so regret this later! On a silly note, I was disappointed to find out that I'm not evil (as most ppl would be). Instead I am depressingly boring, too bad this quiz never saw what I get up to on Saturday nights, ;-) hee! Thanks to Medusalethe> whom I nicked this quiz off! How evil are you? Hmmm, 'Rarely inclined to do wrong', eh? Muwahahahaa!

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February 2nd, 2004

Subject: Quick Note... Dark thoughts anyone? Time: 11:49 am Current Mood: chipper

Oooer! Have just noticed my new journal set-up is a wee bit ... well, black. Slightly oppressive, ya know? Must remember to change it. On an estactic note - reviews are coming in for Chapter Nine of Hand-Me-Down Clothes, and I am having a fantastic time reading them, most people love it with just a few dissenters. You can't make everyone happy, can you? Some people like my characterisation of Snape, others want him to go gushy and soppy over little Harry. Can't really see it happening myself, besides, tis much more fun this way! Will post more on my plans for a possible sequel later- a cheese sandwich calls.

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Current Music: The Best of Acoustic (compilation) Subject: Icon Envy Time: 11:34 am Current Mood: mischievous

Everyone here has icons along side their usernames, and I am jealous! I want one! But how the heck am I supposed to get one/make one? *Grumps* Honestly, there has to be an answer somewhere! ..Goes searching.. Of course, I am supposed to be reading my set texts, hee! Cheese sandwich anyone?

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February 1st, 2004

Current Music: Enya -May It Be Subject: Update of my Fic Hand-Me-Down Clothes, at last! Time: 12:52 am Current Mood: tired

I have finally updated my fic on FF.Net Hand-Me-Down Clothes With much painful mind scrubbing and finger-type sweating. It was a hard one to write and get up, not least because I'm really not looking forward to having to say good bye in the next chapter! I've become rather attached to my AU world. :( Still there is the possibility of writing a sequel, yet I'm not sure, at the moment I can't look that far ahead, I'm still debating on how to end this one! End! *Moans* It rained today (big surprise) but what was a surprise was that it came down horizontally and stayed that way for a while, none of this swishing and swashing around for us, oooh no, right in the hood, up the nose and choking the mouth, that's us. ..How odd.. Ugh! I am really tired, yet again i am posting way beyond my bedtime... must go sleep...sleeep... ZzZzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzz

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January 22nd, 2004

Current Music: None, it's waaay too late! Subject: Extract from Chapter Nine of Hand Me Down Clothes! Time: 12:28 am Current Mood: creative

This is a brand new bit of the fic, tell me what you think! On other thoughts...Why do I always post at Midnight? Do I really stay up that late all the time.. *checks clock* oooh yes, so I do, it's half past 12.. eiik! Here it is! That damn bird of his, it was huffing! Oh yes it was definitely giving him the evil eye, ridiculous flouncing peacock of a pest… Severus Snape glowered at the bird perched by the door, and turned his back on it, shifting to his other foot, curling his hands restlessly around each other he impatiently waited to be acknowledged by the silver haired man, seated in front of him behind an oval desk, covered in various bits of paper and a muggle newspaper. For the last five minutes Severus had been trying to read it upside down, as Dumbledore was engrossed in writing a letter and had as yet given no sign he knew Severus was there. Even as he thought this, the Headmaster set aside his quill and ink, rolled and sealed the letter and looked up at him. ‘Ah, Severus Snape.’ If that wasn’t enough to give Severus the willies, the man didn’t invite him to sit, have tea, or even have a sherbet lemon, oh he was in really really deep shit. ‘Do you have anything to say?’ Dumbledore asked, an eyebrow rising from a twinkle–less eye. Severus gritted his teeth. ‘No,’ he spat, and then seeing the eyebrow lower again, added: ‘Sir.’ Dumbledore sighed, with the world weary tone a mother uses on her naughty children, Severus caught it, and scowled that he should be treated so. ‘If you act like a sulky school boy, Severus, so shall I treat you,’ admonished Albus, with that astonishing ability to see directly into your mind. Uncomfortably, Severus shifted to his other foot and attempted to clear his mind, he never truly expected to win against Dumbledore in a battle of Legilimens, something about the man made you incredibly open. Perhaps it was that damn twinkle –there it was again, as if the man found his thoughts amusing, him amusing! It was an offence to the very Slytherin core of his being! ‘Oh, Severus,’ said Albus, chuckling lightly. ‘This will stop.’ ‘What?’ he demanded. Dumbledore simply looked at him, and for some reason Snape found himself slightly ashamed, which annoyed him to no end. ‘Harry is not James,’ said Dumbledore firmly. ‘Could’ve fooled me,’ muttered Snape. ‘You are fooling yourself,’ said the Headmaster. ‘You will not find peace for your tortured memories in bullying Harry. You would do much better to befriend the boy, -‘ ‘Are you mad?’ interrupted Severus, eyes bulging. ‘I believe that question has already been addressed by many parties,’ replied Albus seriously, ‘but on this issue, I can assure you I am completely sane… I think.’ ‘I’m not making friends with the boy!’ snapped Severus. ‘No?’ said Dumbledore, perching his fingers and leaning back in his chair, his light blue eyes intense on Snapes. ‘No!’ exclaimed Severus, forcefully. Dumbledore made a vague noise in the back of his throat. ‘No,’ said Snape again, sounding a little unsure. Another vague noise, and a slight tilt of the head, Snape began to feel desperate. ‘I hate the boy!’ ‘Tsk!’ said Dumbledore. ‘You don’t know the boy!’ ‘I know I hate him, he’s just like his-‘ ‘He is not just like his father, but! you wouldn’t know that because you don’t know the boy.’ ‘And have no desire to,’ snarled Snape, wondering if he could make it to the window if he sprinted, unless of course, the old sod had nailed the windows shut. ‘No?’ asked Dumbledore again, with that infinitesimal touch of curiosity. ‘No!’ said Snape, twitching. ‘As you wish,’ said Dumbledore, calmly, waiting. ‘I wish!’ said Snape, furiously. ‘What do you wish?’ ‘To leave!’ ‘As you wish. Would you mind looking after Harry for an hour before lunch though, I’m afraid I’m dreadfully busy.’ ‘Yes, yes, of course!’ hissed Severus, frantic to make his escape. ‘Good, good, my apologies for taking up your time.’ ‘Uh,’ said Severus, now completely wrong-footed, was Dumbledore, apologising… he shook his head and turned to leave, befuddled. ‘Oh just one more thing, Severus,’ called Dumbledore, cheerfully. Snape paused in the act of reaching for the handle, fixed his face into a grimace of accommodating pleasure and swivelled to see two steely grey eyes fixed like gimlets upon his own. ‘Make one harsh move or word to Harry and the consequences will be more than dire. Hearken to me well Severus, for I do not ‘fool’ around on this, harm the boy, and I harm you, understood?’ Severus dumbly nodded. ‘Good,’ smiled Dumbledore benignly, ‘Have a wonderful time this afternoon!’ And Severus Snape left. About three steps down the hallway he started screaming.

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