*future journal, post-7th year and end of war with familynessnesslochness*
Hmmm. Not sure what all to say here. I can tell you that my *ahem* creator has been heavily neglecting me lately and I haven't been getting a lot of screen time...I would thrash her if I could, but there is something about her that I just can't get through...if it was any kind of Charm, I would be able to break it...I am just THAT brilliant at Charms after all, but it's something that has left me puzzled and confused for these many years after she first thought me up. I have resorted to the desperation of reaching out and wandering to other like minds, even though when Lucienne(the creator, that's how you'll hear about her in this journal series from now on) gets wind of it, she gets totally ticked off and orders me back. The cookies she tries to coax me back with don't work on me too well, but when she threatens me with my children, well, I can't help but return. All three of them seem to find it freaking hilarious, but how can you pass up those adorable faces? Oh God, they're so cute! I'll try to get some pictures of them at some point or another. ^___^ Don't tell them what kind of power they have over me, or else they would never listen to me again! I'm threatening you with your life now and if you knew any better, you'd listen. K? Thx. Bai!
Hmmm. Not sure what all to say here. I can tell you that my *ahem* creator has been heavily neglecting me lately and I haven't been getting a lot of screen time...I would thrash her if I could, but there is something about her that I just can't get through...if it was any kind of Charm, I would be able to break it...I am just THAT brilliant at Charms after all, but it's something that has left me puzzled and confused for these many years after she first thought me up. I have resorted to the desperation of reaching out and wandering to other like minds, even though when Lucienne(the creator, that's how you'll hear about her in this journal series from now on) gets wind of it, she gets totally ticked off and orders me back. The cookies she tries to coax me back with don't work on me too well, but when she threatens me with my children, well, I can't help but return. All three of them seem to find it freaking hilarious, but how can you pass up those adorable faces? Oh God, they're so cute! I'll try to get some pictures of them at some point or another. ^___^ Don't tell them what kind of power they have over me, or else they would never listen to me again! I'm threatening you with your life now and if you knew any better, you'd listen. K? Thx. Bai!

Lets101 Quizzes - Blog Quiz
All right, here's another indulgence for you...sometimes this stuff can end up being semi-accurate, but I'm not putting any stock in it at all. Peruse this at your leisure. *yawwwwwwn*
Dear Santa...Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In April I ruled Asscrackistan as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Thursday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). Last Saturday I helped Overall, I've been naughty (-5710 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal! Sincerely, |
O.O;;;;
Oh hell no, someone's been forging my writing! I didn't do half of those things and wouldn't admit it if I had! Who the heck would want to rule that horrendous...I can't say nation, they're not that...Oh well, it doesn't much matter, you all know I have more style than to do half of that crap, right? O.o;;;
The story of my life, I am always surrounded by idiots. They all are this way by choice and for those of you who didn't choose it, well that's not my problem.
Hi. My name is Joan-Elle Norris, and I am sadly associated in the same year as that proud fool, Harry Potter. It's a real pity, but at least we're not in the same year. I am not here for dating and I've never really liked people, so don't get any ideas. It's a new thing for me to work with...as well as get used to these Muggle contraptions...honestly, what will they think of next? But it's an interesting idea and I'll have to wait it out and see what kind of idiots this internet has and who will flock here...
There was a vast amount of designs for this page, but not many that suited myself. I don't think I'm that picky and I guess this one will have to do...it's dark enough but that house up there reminds me of the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade...one of the most well-known avenues to sneak out of the castle of Hogwarts, don't ya know. And no, I don't have an American accent over that. I can just imagine what I would do to those idiots over there...let alone the dimwits I have to deal with here in Britain, I don't even want to THINK of that country.
As you can tell, I really don't like people. They have been trying to pull something over me for years, ever since I was orphaned when I was five. My parents were fine, noble, upstanding people and it was other people who took them away from me. I'm sure my folks didn't want me to be shipped from hand to hand and orphanage to orphanage as I was, but I did learn several survival techniques along the way. So take this warning now and heed it well. I don't like you and if you get in my way, I will cripple you so that you can't move for the rest of your life. And that is me putting it nicely.
Aren't I just the most patient of souls? I thought so too. I like my solitude, I love finding secret places, and I despise people who get in the way of either. You might notice my eyes. Yes, tawny gold some days, sometimes they burn like the sun, but note the pupils: they dilate to slits, rather like cats, or maybe serpents, but I prefer the former. I may be part of Slytherin house, but I hold no great love for mascots. Cats are now and have always been my true friends. They understand me, I understand what they say, and everything is just peachy between us. I am one of the few people out there who are accepted by the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris.
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Yes, note the similarity in the last name, but I can assure you, we are NOT related.
Anyway, enough of writing, speaking to the generalized populace of idiots tires me and I honestly don't know what else to tell. Have fun with that one, and comment if you want. If you don't, then it won't break MY heart, I just really don't care! See you around!
Hi. My name is Joan-Elle Norris, and I am sadly associated in the same year as that proud fool, Harry Potter. It's a real pity, but at least we're not in the same year. I am not here for dating and I've never really liked people, so don't get any ideas. It's a new thing for me to work with...as well as get used to these Muggle contraptions...honestly, what will they think of next? But it's an interesting idea and I'll have to wait it out and see what kind of idiots this internet has and who will flock here...
There was a vast amount of designs for this page, but not many that suited myself. I don't think I'm that picky and I guess this one will have to do...it's dark enough but that house up there reminds me of the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade...one of the most well-known avenues to sneak out of the castle of Hogwarts, don't ya know. And no, I don't have an American accent over that. I can just imagine what I would do to those idiots over there...let alone the dimwits I have to deal with here in Britain, I don't even want to THINK of that country.
As you can tell, I really don't like people. They have been trying to pull something over me for years, ever since I was orphaned when I was five. My parents were fine, noble, upstanding people and it was other people who took them away from me. I'm sure my folks didn't want me to be shipped from hand to hand and orphanage to orphanage as I was, but I did learn several survival techniques along the way. So take this warning now and heed it well. I don't like you and if you get in my way, I will cripple you so that you can't move for the rest of your life. And that is me putting it nicely.
Aren't I just the most patient of souls? I thought so too. I like my solitude, I love finding secret places, and I despise people who get in the way of either. You might notice my eyes. Yes, tawny gold some days, sometimes they burn like the sun, but note the pupils: they dilate to slits, rather like cats, or maybe serpents, but I prefer the former. I may be part of Slytherin house, but I hold no great love for mascots. Cats are now and have always been my true friends. They understand me, I understand what they say, and everything is just peachy between us. I am one of the few people out there who are accepted by the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris.
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Yes, note the similarity in the last name, but I can assure you, we are NOT related.
Anyway, enough of writing, speaking to the generalized populace of idiots tires me and I honestly don't know what else to tell. Have fun with that one, and comment if you want. If you don't, then it won't break MY heart, I just really don't care! See you around!
- Where Am I?:Wouldn't you like to know.
- How Am I?:
blah - Tunes:Why do you ask? *suspicious*
All right, this first one is going to be pretty unimaginative. This is a Harry Potter series based role-play journal and every journal after this point will be in character with this original character, who is completely musicrocksgbv.livejournal.com 's creation and she belongs to her in every respect. That user is following a trend as various of her role-play buddies are making journals dedicated to their own original characters and seeing how that particular fandom has been a bit nil lately because of various life interruptions, this feels like an attempt at rejuvenation of that particular shared interest.
Anyway, every word from here on out will be in character of the original character. Any others interested in joining in, please contact one of the real people...musicrocksgbv(myself), amberpalette, and ambientsounds. Either will work. ^^
Anyway, every word from here on out will be in character of the original character. Any others interested in joining in, please contact one of the real people...musicrocksgbv(myself), amberpalette, and ambientsounds. Either will work. ^^

Dear Santa...