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Just A Note [15 Jul 2002|08:44pm] [ mood | predatory ] As usual, our boy denies everything. Tch. 1 dancer|shall we dance?

Cute [14 Jul 2002|02:12pm] [ mood | cheerful ] You are Kinomoto Sakura You are kind and generous, often underestimating your own abilities. Though you may not often know it, you have a lot of talent. Relying on your friends is both your strong point and your weakness. Take the "What Magic Girl are you?" Quiz Her guardian angel Yue looks like my Petey ^^ shall we dance?

Useless [26 Jun 2002|05:10am] [ mood | distressed ] I tried to help Mahou but didn't get to help her in any way. She was feeling terrible about Uiliam and how hard it was for Petey to help his brother stay alive and I tried to make her feel better by saying that I've always hoped for the best in everything. That Uiliam'll pull through because Petey would never, ever, let him down. She ended up getting mad at me and accusing me that I would always side with humans. That hurt. I tried to help Piotr but didn't get to help him in any way. He lost a letter that he wrote to this Dad and I tried to look for it on the Quidditch field but I didn't find anything. Feeling useless doesn't get any worse than this. shall we dance?

So wrong [10 Jun 2002|07:08am] [ mood | depressed ] Everything feels so wrong. I don't even know if Petey can save Uiliam, or if Petey could live after all that he's been doing for his brother. I feel so out of place and so out of touch. Maybe it's all wrong. I never should have went to this place; if I'd stuck to the "Muggle" world I'd only be worrying about memorizing new dance steps or the shape of the neckline of my newest competition dress. No thoughts of dying or wrongness or danger. Not even pain like the pain I feel now. I don't know. It all feels so wrong. 2 dancers|shall we dance?

Petey... [05 May 2002|05:33am] [ mood | melancholy ] Le meluvan une ar alye lumessen tenna nurucilie. 2 dancers|shall we dance?

Scared [30 Apr 2002|03:39am] [ mood | scared ] I'm scared. I love him so much I'm so scared for him. Peter wants to help his brother so much that I think he's willing to die to do so. I've seen him try to bring his brother back. It's not a pretty sight and it's very scary to look at. It's like he's not Peter but someone possessed and so obsessed with what he's doing. There's gotta be a reason why he's doing this. Why he'd give up everything to save his brother. When I saw him on the stands this morning, I felt like the life was being squeezed outta me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I went up to him and said that I was there for him. Then we hugged. In public. In front of the Hogwarts people and the Beauxbeatons people. THE WORLD DARN WORLD. Now they know. I don't care. I'm just scared at how I feel for Peter and what he's been doing. That's that. That's what matters to me. shall we dance?

Well..... [11 Apr 2002|11:58pm] [ mood | amused ] This is more for Petey than for me ^^ ( Past Life ) shall we dance?

For Petey [11 Apr 2002|12:40am] [ mood | loved ] Journal, he asked me to marry him. He said he wanted to be my husband. Is there any other way to answer but say yes? There isn't. I haven't been writing in you for a long time now, hon. I'm sorry. I was so afraid of trying to figure out how I feel for Ponetrium Sparkstone, 'cause when I write it all down it all takes on a life of its own and I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what I feel for Petey. It's like it's something way bigger than this world and sooner or later it's gonna swallow me and there's no turning back or running away or anything. I just love him so much I hurt every time I look at him. Every time I hold him close I cry. Every time I touch him I just wish everything will just stop and then we'll just be there, the two of us, without anyone else to tell me it's wrong or he's too old or I'm too young or I'm human and he's an elf. I love him so much, journal. So, so much. I don't know how else to say it. I wanna stop everything that might hurt him. I wanna tell him that I'll do my best to take away all his pain. I've seen him in pain, you know. I saw him try to keep his brother from falling deeper into his coma. I saw him when he could barely stand and breathe. I even got to taste and feel his tears on my face today, when I asked him why he wanted to marry me. His tears were more than enough for an answer. I've never really imagined he would do that for someone like me. I mean, who am I? I'm so...nothing compared to him. But I love him so, so much, journal. I'll love him even after forever is done. As long and as much as I could, I'll see to it he's never hurt again. Or when he's hurt, I'll never leave him alone and I'll take all the pain away. I'll cry for him and give him my heart, my soul and my life. It's that much I'd give to my Ponetrium Sparkstone. shall we dance?

Monday morning [02 Feb 2002|10:06pm] [ mood | drained ] I've been carrying you around plenty, haven't I, journal? It's weird. Before I never even considered that bound pieces of paper and a pen could give me some measure of comfort. They do now, since I got to Hogwarts. It's been, what, almost two weeks that I'm here? I've made some friends and met lots of nice people. Hogwarts has the coolest teachers too. It has nutty ghosties roaming the corridors that I sometimes find myself looking for someone who's kinda like Casper. But they're bigger and more human-looking. They even have ghost-clothes or something. I've also met other creatures. Elves especially. One of my new friends is an elf, or half-elf. You know Mahou--I've written about her a couple of times. She's a sweet girl, and I'm beginning to think of her as the little sister I never had. I've always wanted to have a sister to take care of, but I'm stuck with His Highness Antonio with no sister in sight. There's also Uiliam. He got hurt pretty badly the day he arrived here. Something about the Forbidden Forest, the big scary place at the edge of the Hogwarts grounds, might've caused it but no one could say anything for sure. I wrote a list of nicknames for him before in here, but that's just anger, y'know? It's one thing to call someone a Frustrated Legolas but to actually try to kill him? Scary thought. I've been visiting the school clinic everyday, most of the time during lunch. I check on Washed-out Uilly, because he's Mahou friend and because I really feel sorry for him. I keep leaving my candies on his table until I found out that my stash ran out yesterday with that last trio of mocha Chuppa Chups. Remind me to write Mum and tell her to send some. Uiliam still hasn't come out of his coma but I wonder why my candies keep disappearing. Other students or maybe Peter eats them ^^ Have I told you about Peter? He's the second elf guy who came to Hogwarts. A doctor. He's assigned to take care of Washed-out Uilly, but they're very different. Peter's nice. He asks a lot of questions about, well, humans. He even asked me about some stuff in the Muggle world, like my dancing and how we make music without using the actual instruments. I once explained to him the rules in competitive DanceSport and also the wonders of CDs, synthesizers and stereos. He seems genuinely interested. I've been thinking a lot about Peter lately. I don't know why, to be honest. When I first saw him, I knew he was gonna spell out the difference in something. I don't know. I just do. There's something about him that just wouldn't let me go. It's kind of like looking at someone, then you realize you've been staring already. But you still can't make yourself look away. That's what he does to me. He's around most of the time when I drop by the clinic. Smiles a lot, which goes really well with his blond hair and blue eyes. Cute white robes. Maybe I'll ask him one time where he gets the material--it'd be nice to use it for a dress. He has glasses, too, which reminds me of Creepy Count Soren. Soren. Who left school and went back home to take care of business. I hate to admit it but I miss him. You're the only one who knows I'll miss him. He was sort of sweet in his own sneering way. But I think there are greater things out there waiting for him, so maybe it's for the best in the long run. I think I've written enough for today. I have DADA in a while so I guess I better go. Sorry to drown you in angst, hon ^^ I promise it won't happen again. shall we dance?

Afternoon [01 Feb 2002|10:43pm] [ mood | anxious ] I don't really know what to make of this afternoon. Long and confusing. In Duelling class, I thought it was gonna be okay since I paired up with Mahou. I didn't expect to hit her between the eyes with my light spell. They say that's what supposed to happen in Duelling, take advantage of every opportunity to win. I don't think it's absolutely right, but who am I to question what wizards and witches have believed in for thousands of years? Mahou ended up in the clinic with the permission of Professor Snape, who looks like he's straight out of a gothic grunge music video. I went back to the classroom in time to witness Uiliam Sparkstone asking around for Mahou. Good thing she was safe away in the infirmary. Arcadia told him Mahou was in the forest and he went there right away. Yvette was nice to go with me outside for a breath of fresh air. Yvette is very cool, with French blood. She's a bit like Mum, snazzy and cheerful. I told her some stuff about my fam, the way my brother was always regarded better than me. She said sibling rivalry isn't cool with her, either. But we didn't really get to talk long. There was a boy who was shouting in the castle and we were first to hear him. Turned out to be a new student but I didn't get to catch his name. Ravenclaw with long hair, looks kinda like a girl and I called him angel 'cause I think that's what his pendant thingie looks like from where I saw it. He said he saw an elf with blond hair and I bet it was Washed-out Uilly. Got him to take Yvette to where he saw the elf with me rushing to the infirmary. Mahou was gone when I got there. Was about to go out and look for her when I heard Headmaster Dumbledore return with Yvette and the rest. They had Uiliam with him, floating in the air like in Bettlejuice or something. I think it's either I stay in the clinic or look for Mahou. She's gonna go back here if she founds out her "friend" or whatever was hurt bad, anyway. Maybe I'll stay. shall we dance?

Name Thing [30 Jan 2002|05:14am] [ mood | numb ] From here: The name of Isabella gives you a clever, quick, analytical mind, but you suffer with a great deal of self-consciousness, lack of confidence, and much aloneness because of misunderstandings. Your idealistic and sensitive nature gives you a deep appreciation for the finer things of life and a strong desire to be of service to humanity. There are times when you experience inner turbulence at your inability to say what you mean. It is far easier for you to express your deeper thoughts and feelings through writing than verbally. You find pleasure in literature, in poetry, and in your ideals and will turn to them when you feel you have been misunderstood. You are deeply moved by the beauties of life, especially nature. Because your feelings run deep, you must guard against the ups and downs, being very inspired one minute, then moody, reserved, and depressed the next. Your reactions to people vary according to how you feel. You tend to be secretive and noncommittal about private matters, yet at times you will talk effusively in order to hide your self-consciousness or to lead others away from personal subjects. You are inspired by encouragement from others, yet suspicious of their intent. You crave affection but seldom find anyone who understands your nature. Physical weaknesses would show in your heart, lungs, or bronchial organs. A Muggle-born witch in a wizarding school. Okay, fine. The heart part is right, though not in a purely physical sense. I should really think about going back home. Things make better sense that way. Maybe I'm not cut out to be like the rest of them. Everywhere I turn I make a boo-boo. I've only been at Hogwarts for like half a day. Go me! shall we dance?

M.A.S.H. [26 Jan 2002|11:29am] [ mood | weird ] MASH dot DORK dot NU ^^ This is the test that started a bit of action here at Hogwarts. It's a Muggle pencil-and-paper game that randomly selects what sort of place you'll live in: Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House, plus some other interesting stuff. Muggle-borns can bring excitement to Hogwarts, too, in our own fun little ways. Erm. Here are my results: You live in a Shack. You're married to Randal. You drive a Porsche. Your car is the color black. You live in the state Scotland. Your honeymoon is Rome. Your occupation is Auror. You have this many kids: 2 (2 male; 0 female). Okay. This is weird. 1 dancer|shall we dance?

Schedule Take 2 [22 Jan 2002|04:52am] [ mood | grateful ] Managed to piece together sked-thingie. I'd better get it right this time. nimuehawkwood was very nice to point out that I gotta take Ancient Runes and Magical Languages together. I had to go drop Hidden Talents and take Ancient Runes in its place. Thanks very much, Nimmy! Here we go again: Monday: Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts Tuesday: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures Wednesday: History of Magic, Ancient Runes, Duelling Thursday: Potions, Magical Languages Friday: Transfiguration, Myth shall we dance?

Speechless [20 Jan 2002|10:44pm] [ mood | surprised ] Erm. Well. Will you look at that. Bright Mother. This is too much. I think I'll go duck behind something for a while. Am I really like this? Go Faeries!! Take the What Faery Are You? Quiz! This quiz was made by lia shall we dance?

Embarrassing things [18 Jan 2002|11:32pm] [ mood | embarrassed ] Comete lasciano cadere Stelle e infervorano Sublimano l'incanto e disfano Falde gelate ricoprono la terra Ci si deve alzare nella notte Ad accendere fuochi It would be so embarrassing if I write down the English translation. You'll never know who will get to read your journal. This thing is pretty much a free-for-all laugh-fest if it's in English. Erm. I have to go pay attention in Duelling now. I've admitted to Mahou that the only thing remotely close to duelling I've witnessed is Ari blasting gnome-thingies off her vegetable patch. Wheeeee! This is SO embarrassing too. shall we dance?

Sorted! [18 Jan 2002|10:38am] [ mood | happy ] This is so cool! Ari would be so proud if she knew that I really am made of Gryffindor material. Who says that Muggle-borns can't make the cut? You're a lion all over -- strong, maybe sporty, definitely brave and noble. You hate seeing injustice or unfairness, and you've got the guts to fight against them both. Your enemies had better watch out -- you're not afraid to take them on! Get Sorted! 2 dancers|shall we dance?

The Uiliam Sparkstone Nickname List [15 Jan 2002|04:34pm] [ mood | creative ] Copyright 2001 Isabella Corelli. Subject to change without prior notice. Updated if I get madder. A. Alliterative 1. Bleached Boy 2. Peroxide Poodle 3. Washed-out Uilly B. Non-Alliterative 1. Tolkien Reject 2. Frustrated Legolas 2 dancers|shall we dance?

Blah blah blah [15 Jan 2002|02:37am] [ mood | cranky ] I learned a little charm from Ari on how to change the way stationery appears. Tried a bit of it on this journal and now I've got a red theme, for my House. Yep, the pic's me too. The hair's messy and the image was taken by Ari's camera from like a century ago. I didn't want to put my "dancing" pic here. It would make me remember the life I had turned my back on. I know I wouldn't be gone from the dance floor forever, but I still miss it lots and it hurts. I'm not gonna pretend to be all tough and not say I miss it. I do. Lots of emotions running high around here. I met a girl my year named Mahou Amberstone, sounds Irish and has elf ears. She was there in the common room when I went back down and she was crying. I don't wanna see people cry. I just don't. So I did the best I could to help her calm down. That wasn't the end of her troubles. Downstairs she had this elf stalker who likes to drag her off for no good reason. I ended up throwing an apple at said elf (see previous entry written while I was stark, raving mad). I'm not gonna go deeper into that or I might gnash my teeth or something. Anyway, some guy from another House did a good Oscar de la Hoya number on the failed Legolas clone and drew blood, in front of the whole school. I'm not sure where the Peroxide Mongrel is right now. I just hope he stays out of my way. I don't really care if he's as powerful as a Powerpuff girl. I'm gonna give him a taste of his own rotten cake and make him choke on it while I'm at it. Soren also seems to think like this too. I even said I was gonna go with him if he plans to have a "run in" with Bleach Boy. Not just gonna let him have all the fun. Come to think of it, I was the first one to do a number on the Tolkien Reject, even if I used an apple and it didn't really cause damage. Should have used a chair or a table. 1 dancer|shall we dance?

Have Apple, Will Kill [14 Jan 2002|12:30am] [ mood | angry ] Yep. You read it right. I have an apple. I WILL KILL THAT WASHED-OUT, BLEACHED, OUTDATED TOLKIEN REJECT. Thank God he's not Legolas. I agree with Nimmy. Dark-haired chaps are much better and way sexier. shall we dance?

Finally here [10 Jan 2002|04:50pm] [ mood | anxious ] They probably think it's funny. Hah. They downright are NOT cool with me. I thought they were, being so nice and sweet when I met them. Anyone would probably think they were sincere too. Gryffindor boys. Who needs them? I'm not here to pay attention to ghosts, for pity's sake. "Interesting year with you around," my foot! Go to Casper and your three dumb uncles and something terrible! I thought Marvo and Andy were nice and Soren was creepy. I begin to wonder if dicho-thingies like those still exist. I can't still believe that I held hands with a ghost. It was stupid of me to trust like that this early. It was stupid of me to think that being Muggle born was okay, that I was gonna be treated like any other wizarding kid. Obviously it's not gonna work that way, no siree. Um. I just wish I hadn't agreed to go to that castle tour thing with Soren. But I did already and there's no way I could back down and act like a chicken and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be nice to get on his bad side. Not nice for me, is what. I think the way he looks at everyone with his creepy icy-eyes he's gonna drink their blood or something. Darn. Why am I writing this? Gotta go back downstairs. 3 dancers|shall we dance?

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