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Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
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6:04 pm
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| Tuesday, March 25th, 2008
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11:00 pm
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Stewart had been thinking about his arrangement to meet Hannah in the library all morning. He was curious about the powers of divination, and how the meeting would play out.
Waiting in front of Mme. Pomfrey's desk patiently, he leafed through a book to pass the time.
current mood:  curious
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| Thursday, March 13th, 2008
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10:58 pm - Laura? :]
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Muggle music. For some reason, lately Stewart could not get enough of it! His dad would be ashamed to hear him listening to it... but ever since his roommate Henry had showed him his parents' music, Stew had been entranced by it.
Eight Six Seven Five Three Oh Nine!
The numbers flew through his head, and he wondered what they could possibly mean. Henry said something about a tell fone... whatever that was. Maybe they were code for something?
Thoughts in the clouds, Stewart didn't realize that he was humming right next to the girl he'd nearly plowed over with a portrait door a week or so ago.
current music: 867-5309
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2008
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6:05 pm
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I heard the oddest thing this morning... Someone in the Great Hall mentioned that there are house elves working on everything at Hogwarts, behind the scenes basically!
I need to go take out that book "Hogwarts, A History" to learn more.
current mood: curious
current music: none
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| Monday, February 11th, 2008
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8:47 pm - Open to Ravenclaws
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ooc: Backdated to YESTERDAY, his birthday.
February 10th. The most brilliant day of the month. Maybe even the year! At least that's what Stewart thought usually. Until this most excellent day reached a halting speed bump...
After being showered with gifts, dropped by all sorts of owls through out breakfast, Stewart decided to leave earlier than the rest, to drop off his presents before his morning classes. However, as he approached the portrait, something unusual happened.
As many know, the Ravenclaw portrait didn't just request a password. Nay, it required an answer to an question. He'd had not much trouble in the past, or he'd been entering with an older student who'd answered it for him, but today it asked him the strangest thing.
"Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
He pondered this, waiting, wondering if anyone would come along anytime soon, as he tried to guess the answer himself.
current mood:  surprised
current music: Happy Birthday to me!
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| Monday, January 28th, 2008
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9:37 pm
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Relaxing in the Ravenclaw common room, Stewart hated Mondays. The boy curled up on a sofa chair, next to the fire, his books in his dorm for the night.
Giving a quick little yawn, Stew nuzzled into the arm chair, closing his eyes for just a second...
current mood:  sleepy
current music: ooc: orch music
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| Monday, January 14th, 2008
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11:23 pm
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Finally got an owl from Mum. Says she misses me, and that Dad does too. I hope they get the owl I sent back to them. Mum's owl seemed very tired. I sent back my latest drawing with it, for them to critique. I know Dad won't hold back.
Anyway, she sent me a bit of fudge, if anybody in Ravenclaw wants some.
current mood:  dorky
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| Saturday, January 5th, 2008
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12:59 am - Open; Anyone can jump in; Multiple threads welcome!
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Stewart sat in the most uncomfortable seat in the library. Why? The simplest answer would be that the usually large, and welcoming library was jam-packed with students. The professors had all decided to torture the students with back to class exams, all involving the assignments distributed for the past winter holiday.
So of course, one of the smaller and younger kids would get the worst seat. That kid happened to be poor Stew.
So as he sat in this unkind, most likely warped, wooden monster of a chair, he shifted his position constantly, trying to sit in the least painful way. During one of his adjustments, a bunch of his papers that he had on his lap to work on scattered to the floor, scurrying all over the surrounding area. He hurried to pick up his papers.
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