OMG I KNOW THAT ONE!!!! Is it, wait.
* drum roll* a shoe?
And, Yes, Paige. Postal related was good. Just give me a word…
Also, Welcome on behalf of everyone here. We are honoured to have you, Shark bait Oooh Ha Haaa.
I feel sick at the moment. And will probably not go to school tomorrow, for fear of ruining my weekend.
I’m afraid not. SORRY EVERYONE!! I know I haven’t commented in a while, but my internet connection has been an absolute bi- um … banshee. And again, I’m afraid there are no volcanoes.
Welcome to the family, paige! Is it just me or does anyone else here think that they will really like paige. Where did you learn to speak french? I also do think that the answer is a stamp.
I, Paige, am Luna Lovegood. But I guess you already guessed as much. But what you don’t know is that Nymphadora Tonks is my alternate personality. So if you want to be all technical we are the same person, but in essence we are not. Nymphadora is usually the braver but more close-minded one.
€ So you speak french but not fluently? That’s nice. I wonder, do you speak fluently, Paige? Sorry, but curiosity abounds when it comes to other languages. Oh, and I am 14 and from australia.
Hobbit’s Riddles:
If you know, don’t answer.
1-
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
2-
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
3-
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
N’aw, guys. You got to them before I could. I am also an avid LotR and The Hobbit fan. keehehehehe. I think we have a lot in common. I gave up on my ficlet about Fred and George. It was denied THREE times. I can take a hint. x3.
But the good news is, I’m starting a new one. This time it is a marauder era fic. Wish me un-denied luck with this one.
A writers foe, I stop the flow,
Of all that is needed for a story to grow.
Whether fantasy, horror, or an elders folk lore,
all stories will have me at one point or more.
I have been the end of many,
and even more to come.
there is no way to prevent me,
nor predict when I’ll come.
OK, I know that is not the best riddle, but I made it up myself. So at least TRY to guess the answer.
Lord Lovedormt where do you get a writers bloc from!?
I had no idea there was specific hardware which could be overclocked to increase repeat key speed and other perameters associated with wriing on a pc. Are writing blocs expensive?
You really can learn something new everyday ON THE INTERNET!
The answer is writer’s block. And to mmjustlookin, I must say your comment confused me to no end (and still does). Um… But from what I think you mean, writers block is not a tool to help type faster, it is an inconvenience to writers when you can not come up with ideas for a story, or have the ideas but do not know how to put them into words. I am trying to convince Dobby and Neville to keep commenting, but it is not going so well. And thank you for your words of encouragement, Love-D, it is very kind of you, and thankfully, writers block has kept away so far while I have been writing this fic. xD.
Sorry for not commenting in a while, my friends. But I mentioned in my first comment that I would be attending a broom closet convention, did I not? Ah, so many riddles, and it just warms my heart to see you all so adept at unwinding them. And thank you, Luna dear, for noticing my absence. It makes me feel loved and/or missed.
“The quibbler is NOT gibberish!” exclaims Luna, the dreamy quality in her voice temporarily gone. “You KNOW my father is the editor of the quibbler, and the writers of the articles you are calling ‘gibberish’ would not appreciate your close-mindedness”
Suddenly, Luna calms down and the expression on her face goes from righteously angry to upset and slightly hurt.
“I thought Hermione was the close-minded one. I thought you had become a little less mean, but obviously I was thinking a little ahead of time.” she whispers sadly.
*~*#*~*
That was by me, Luna Lovegood. I was just practicing writing. You know. Like a warm up. And I’m at a slightly sad part of the fic, so I need to practice writing someone speaking sadly. x3. Your not actually mean, and I don’t really care. Everyone has to be ridiculed in their ideas. It’s only natural. KEHEHEHEHEHHE.
I like your narrating voice. You were perfectly poised, balancing between sounding like a scrip/ stage directions and sounding like you’re out of your mind. Well done. I really like your style. Could you link me to some of your writing, please? Or you could post stories here. I’d be very happy to be your first Beta, before you submit, I mean…
Hello Broom Closet! How was the convention? And how did you get there? I mean, did somebody drive/ apparate you there in a truck and set you down to be displayed? Or did you, like, move your conscience to the convention and suddenly add a door, where all of the other broom closets could share sub-concious chats?
And Tonks, is there a weird symbol in your name? Or is it just me?
I’ll give you a preview of my new fic. Beware, this was written out of boredom late at night when I couldn’t sleep and hasn’t been edited. Here it is :
Lily’s shock could not be put into words when she opened her Hogwarts letter, only to find that there was more inside of it than she was expecting. She was walking through the kitchen humming the tune to her favourite song as she wandered aimlessly around the house just for something to do. That’s when she had heard it, a faint but unmistakable tapping of something quite solid rapping against the glass. She had known without a doubt what that sound meant, what kind of fanatic like, impatient person would she have been if she hadn’t? She ran to the window where a tired looking barn owl with a russet diamond of feathers on his brow. She had quickly ran and taken the heavy letter written on thick parchment in green ink that would invite her back to another year at her only real home since she had found out what she really was ; a witch. And as she had emptied the contents of the envelope on to her kitchen counter, we are brought back to Lily Evans standing stock still, looking as she had just been Stupified, and staring down at a small golden badge gleaming in the sunlight that was streaming in through the window. It had two words engraved onto it, two very simple words, but they must have been what had made Lily act so oddly. As Lily gently picked up the badge, as if afraid it might explode, the engravings were thrown into relief and the words ‘Head Girl’ could be made out. Suddenly a joyous shriek filled the air and Lily ran suddenly to a small bedroom down the hall.
“MUM! DAD!” she cried. “Wake UP! Come on, this is important. Come on, come on.”
She continued like this for a few moments until her parents decided that it was not to their benefit to just ignore the shrieking. Slowly they lifted their heads from their pillows and stared groggily at their over-energetic daughter.
“What is it Lily?” sighed Helen Evans “What is so undeniably important that it needs our attention at this ungodly hour? Whatever ‘this ungodly hour’ is…”
“It’s 5AM.” Interrupted Lily, and then continued even in spite of her mother and father’s gobsmacked faces. “And trust me, it’s important.” She grinned, knowing her parents hated it when she deliberately withheld information like she was doing right this moment. After a moment of silence her father decided to take it upon himself to wheedle the information out of his cheeky daughter.
“Well alright then,” Percy Evans snapped, exasperated. “What is it?”
Lily grinned again. “Well, you know that school of magic I go to, right?”
Her parents nodded.
“And you know that I was made prefect two years ago, right?”
Her parents smiled and nodded again.
“Well I kind of got … promoted.”
It was her mother turn to ask the questions. “Promoted?”
“Right!” Lily grinned once more. “I’ve been made head girl!”
This time it was her mother who shrieked.
“Oh Lily, that’s wonderful.” Mrs. Evans trilled. “I always knew you would do it! You had the makings of a great leader in you from the very beginning.”
Lily was going to point out that ‘from the very beginning’ they hadn’t even known Lily was a witch, nor that she would be going to Hogwarts either. But she never got the chance, as Mrs. Evans had jumped out of bed and thrown herself upon her daughter, removing any trace of oxygen from Lily’s lungs. Mr. Evans, on the other hand, was more controlled. He got out of bed slowly and walked around the edge to gently hug his daughter, if slightly awkwardly.
*~*#*~*
That is obviously marauder era. It may seem that the detail goes on for way too long, but my friend noticed that I didn’t go into enough detail so I was trying to get a bit of detail in.
Oh. And that is what I meant. I like to edit. The story is interesting. You go on a couple of tangents, and overuse a couple of words. I picked out a few phrases that you should change, below. If you don’t understand what’s wrong with it, ask, and I’ll tell you, or tell you to forget it.
Here goes:
Lily’s shock could not be put into words when she opened her Hogwarts letter, only to find that there was more inside of it than she was expecting. -present tense, then again present tense. I would just cut this out or put it in the appropriate space.
She was walking … as she wandered aimlessly -just a plain awkward sentence. Rephrase.
rapping against the glass. -you do this a lot. If you have tapping, cut out the rapping. And vica versa.
sound meant, what kind of fanatic like, impatient person would she have been if she hadn’t? -fragment, consider reversing.
She ran to the window where a tired looking barn owl with a russet diamond of feathers on his brow. -incomplete sentence, but I love this sentence fragment. Don’t change it, just finish it.
Then, you swap tenses. Change it.
She had quickly ran (you’re already there) and taken the heavy letter(good til here. Move this sentence around til it works) written on thick parchment in green ink that would invite her back to another year at her only real home since she had found out what she really was ;( ummm, no. Try : or ,)a witch.
From here I would change tenses, then post it here again for round 2. Don’t let my editing offend you
Hi everyone! I doubt anyone remembers me. God, I haven’t been on this thred in forever. Is Love-D still here? And Elder Wand? And everyone else I don’t remember?
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I too am at a loss for an answer unfortunately.
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OMG I KNOW THAT ONE!!!! Is it, wait.
* drum roll* a shoe?
And, Yes, Paige. Postal related was good. Just give me a word…
Also, Welcome on behalf of everyone here. We are honoured to have you, Shark bait Oooh Ha Haaa.
I feel sick at the moment. And will probably not go to school tomorrow, for fear of ruining my weekend.
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Ah, oui! C’est un shoe, tu est un genius!
Hmm… Mayhaps tis a stamp? I’m sure that’s it. Unless it isn’t it, in which case I was only joking.
Do we have a volcano here?
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A volcano where? o.o xD
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Tu parles Francais? C’est tres interesent! Moi, je ne suis pas fluent, mais j’etudie c’a as l’ecole.
Et oui, c’est un stamp. Tres bien!
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I’m afraid not. SORRY EVERYONE!! I know I haven’t commented in a while, but my internet connection has been an absolute bi- um … banshee. And again, I’m afraid there are no volcanoes.
Welcome to the family, paige! Is it just me or does anyone else here think that they will really like paige. Where did you learn to speak french? I also do think that the answer is a stamp.
I, Paige, am Luna Lovegood. But I guess you already guessed as much. But what you don’t know is that Nymphadora Tonks is my alternate personality. So if you want to be all technical we are the same person, but in essence we are not. Nymphadora is usually the braver but more close-minded one.
Anyway, WELCOME!!
Has anyone seen broom closet?
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Wotcher Guys?
€ So you speak french but not fluently? That’s nice. I wonder, do you speak fluently, Paige? Sorry, but curiosity abounds when it comes to other languages. Oh, and I am 14 and from australia.
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Bonjour. Parle vous anglais? J’habite en Francais. J’adore la Harry Potter. C’est il ya du solie en Australi?
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AHHHH I CAN’T READ FRENCH >.<
Welcome back Luna and Tonks x3
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It is thereis sun in Australia? You sure you speak French? No offence, it just goes against my training.
BTW, the comment, Anonymous, was me. I just forgot to type in my name. So, dear Luna. It IS a stamp.
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Hobbit’s Riddles:
If you know, don’t answer.
1-
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
2-
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
3-
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
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I know them ALL!
1= A mountain
2= Teeth (or a mouth)
3= TIME
I am an AVID Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit fan, thank you very much. ^_^
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Wotcher guys?
N’aw, guys. You got to them before I could. I am also an avid LotR and The Hobbit fan. keehehehehe. I think we have a lot in common. I gave up on my ficlet about Fred and George. It was denied THREE times. I can take a hint. x3.
But the good news is, I’m starting a new one. This time it is a marauder era fic. Wish me un-denied luck with this one.
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A writers foe, I stop the flow,
Of all that is needed for a story to grow.
Whether fantasy, horror, or an elders folk lore,
all stories will have me at one point or more.
I have been the end of many,
and even more to come.
there is no way to prevent me,
nor predict when I’ll come.
OK, I know that is not the best riddle, but I made it up myself. So at least TRY to guess the answer.
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I think its a very nice riddle Luna though I don’t know the answer. Possibly something that stifles imagination?
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Hee hee hee.. I couldn’t help myself.
Yea, like writers block?
*holding a Deidara plushie* :3
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Writers block?
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Oh. Sorry, Nora, didn’t see you there! You beat me to it.
Sigh.
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And I’m very sorry that your story got denied. Hope the next one is better/ luckier!
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Lord Lovedormt where do you get a writers bloc from!?
I had no idea there was specific hardware which could be overclocked to increase repeat key speed and other perameters associated with wriing on a pc. Are writing blocs expensive?
You really can learn something new everyday ON THE INTERNET!
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The answer is writer’s block. And to mmjustlookin, I must say your comment confused me to no end (and still does). Um… But from what I think you mean, writers block is not a tool to help type faster, it is an inconvenience to writers when you can not come up with ideas for a story, or have the ideas but do not know how to put them into words. I am trying to convince Dobby and Neville to keep commenting, but it is not going so well. And thank you for your words of encouragement, Love-D, it is very kind of you, and thankfully, writers block has kept away so far while I have been writing this fic. xD.
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I forgot to greet you guys so I will do it now:
Wotcher guys?
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Sorry for not commenting in a while, my friends. But I mentioned in my first comment that I would be attending a broom closet convention, did I not? Ah, so many riddles, and it just warms my heart to see you all so adept at unwinding them. And thank you, Luna dear, for noticing my absence. It makes me feel loved and/or missed.
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I’d be more worried about the nargles and wrakspurts than writers block. . . If I belived in that Quibbler gibberish like Luna. . .
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“The quibbler is NOT gibberish!” exclaims Luna, the dreamy quality in her voice temporarily gone. “You KNOW my father is the editor of the quibbler, and the writers of the articles you are calling ‘gibberish’ would not appreciate your close-mindedness”
Suddenly, Luna calms down and the expression on her face goes from righteously angry to upset and slightly hurt.
“I thought Hermione was the close-minded one. I thought you had become a little less mean, but obviously I was thinking a little ahead of time.” she whispers sadly.
*~*#*~*
That was by me, Luna Lovegood. I was just practicing writing. You know. Like a warm up. And I’m at a slightly sad part of the fic, so I need to practice writing someone speaking sadly. x3. Your not actually mean, and I don’t really care. Everyone has to be ridiculed in their ideas. It’s only natural. KEHEHEHEHEHHE.
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OOC. Sorry that was supposed to sound like I secretly believe but am trying to hide it to remain “cool”
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I like your narrating voice. You were perfectly poised, balancing between sounding like a scrip/ stage directions and sounding like you’re out of your mind. Well done. I really like your style. Could you link me to some of your writing, please? Or you could post stories here. I’d be very happy to be your first Beta, before you submit, I mean…
Hello Broom Closet! How was the convention? And how did you get there? I mean, did somebody drive/ apparate you there in a truck and set you down to be displayed? Or did you, like, move your conscience to the convention and suddenly add a door, where all of the other broom closets could share sub-concious chats?
And Tonks, is there a weird symbol in your name? Or is it just me?
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Oh. Omnipresent Luna. Like it.
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I’ll give you a preview of my new fic. Beware, this was written out of boredom late at night when I couldn’t sleep and hasn’t been edited. Here it is :
Lily’s shock could not be put into words when she opened her Hogwarts letter, only to find that there was more inside of it than she was expecting. She was walking through the kitchen humming the tune to her favourite song as she wandered aimlessly around the house just for something to do. That’s when she had heard it, a faint but unmistakable tapping of something quite solid rapping against the glass. She had known without a doubt what that sound meant, what kind of fanatic like, impatient person would she have been if she hadn’t? She ran to the window where a tired looking barn owl with a russet diamond of feathers on his brow. She had quickly ran and taken the heavy letter written on thick parchment in green ink that would invite her back to another year at her only real home since she had found out what she really was ; a witch. And as she had emptied the contents of the envelope on to her kitchen counter, we are brought back to Lily Evans standing stock still, looking as she had just been Stupified, and staring down at a small golden badge gleaming in the sunlight that was streaming in through the window. It had two words engraved onto it, two very simple words, but they must have been what had made Lily act so oddly. As Lily gently picked up the badge, as if afraid it might explode, the engravings were thrown into relief and the words ‘Head Girl’ could be made out. Suddenly a joyous shriek filled the air and Lily ran suddenly to a small bedroom down the hall.
“MUM! DAD!” she cried. “Wake UP! Come on, this is important. Come on, come on.”
She continued like this for a few moments until her parents decided that it was not to their benefit to just ignore the shrieking. Slowly they lifted their heads from their pillows and stared groggily at their over-energetic daughter.
“What is it Lily?” sighed Helen Evans “What is so undeniably important that it needs our attention at this ungodly hour? Whatever ‘this ungodly hour’ is…”
“It’s 5AM.” Interrupted Lily, and then continued even in spite of her mother and father’s gobsmacked faces. “And trust me, it’s important.” She grinned, knowing her parents hated it when she deliberately withheld information like she was doing right this moment. After a moment of silence her father decided to take it upon himself to wheedle the information out of his cheeky daughter.
“Well alright then,” Percy Evans snapped, exasperated. “What is it?”
Lily grinned again. “Well, you know that school of magic I go to, right?”
Her parents nodded.
“And you know that I was made prefect two years ago, right?”
Her parents smiled and nodded again.
“Well I kind of got … promoted.”
It was her mother turn to ask the questions. “Promoted?”
“Right!” Lily grinned once more. “I’ve been made head girl!”
This time it was her mother who shrieked.
“Oh Lily, that’s wonderful.” Mrs. Evans trilled. “I always knew you would do it! You had the makings of a great leader in you from the very beginning.”
Lily was going to point out that ‘from the very beginning’ they hadn’t even known Lily was a witch, nor that she would be going to Hogwarts either. But she never got the chance, as Mrs. Evans had jumped out of bed and thrown herself upon her daughter, removing any trace of oxygen from Lily’s lungs. Mr. Evans, on the other hand, was more controlled. He got out of bed slowly and walked around the edge to gently hug his daughter, if slightly awkwardly.
*~*#*~*
That is obviously marauder era. It may seem that the detail goes on for way too long, but my friend noticed that I didn’t go into enough detail so I was trying to get a bit of detail in.
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WOAH! Immensely long comment.
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Wotcher guys?
Calm down Luna, I don’t think that’s what Love-D meant by posting your stories on this page.
[i] Luna: I do not care at the moment what Love-D meant. *humph* It’s too late now anyway, the comments already posted.[i/]
There is a weird symbol in my name. I decided it looked pretty, so I used it.
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Loved the fanfic Luna!
Kesesese.. Are there any Hetalia fans here by chance? :3
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Oh. And that is what I meant. I like to edit. The story is interesting. You go on a couple of tangents, and overuse a couple of words. I picked out a few phrases that you should change, below. If you don’t understand what’s wrong with it, ask, and I’ll tell you, or tell you to forget it.
Here goes:
Lily’s shock could not be put into words when she opened her Hogwarts letter, only to find that there was more inside of it than she was expecting. -present tense, then again present tense. I would just cut this out or put it in the appropriate space.
She was walking … as she wandered aimlessly -just a plain awkward sentence. Rephrase.
rapping against the glass. -you do this a lot. If you have tapping, cut out the rapping. And vica versa.
sound meant, what kind of fanatic like, impatient person would she have been if she hadn’t? -fragment, consider reversing.
She ran to the window where a tired looking barn owl with a russet diamond of feathers on his brow. -incomplete sentence, but I love this sentence fragment. Don’t change it, just finish it.
Then, you swap tenses. Change it.
She had quickly ran (you’re already there) and taken the heavy letter(good til here. Move this sentence around til it works) written on thick parchment in green ink that would invite her back to another year at her only real home since she had found out what she really was ;( ummm, no. Try : or ,)a witch.
From here I would change tenses, then post it here again for round 2. Don’t let my editing offend you
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Hi everyone! I doubt anyone remembers me. God, I haven’t been on this thred in forever. Is Love-D still here? And Elder Wand? And everyone else I don’t remember?
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That was good Luna! I like your writing. It grabs you, makes you want to read more. You should post the Fred and George one here, too.
I could post my story here, too, I guess. I dunno…xD
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