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the game and so on [Nov. 10th, 1997|08:09 pm]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |blankblank]

The memorial was, well, very poignant I suppose I could say. I think it was a nice way to honor everyone, though I still wish that none of us would ever have to attend another.

Going to the game on Saturday was harder than I ever expected it to be. I thought, after riding the train again after what happened, that it would be a similar experience, but so little time had passed. I won't go into details, but though the game was well-played as ever, I confess that my thoughts were often elsewhere. It was as though I was waiting for it to happen again because I certainly remembered it very clearly. But anyway, both teams really did very well, so congratulations all around. And Padma, I can't remember if I've said this to you personally, but you were great out there.
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(no subject) [Nov. 2nd, 1997|09:05 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |numbnumb]

A week. I've spent it keeping to myself mostly. I'm sorry if I've ignored anyone, but I get the feeling that a lot of us are still sort of stunned. I did hear from my brother and my parents, so that was a bit of a relief. I've been reading a bit, but mostly my attention wanders and I find I've been reading the same page over and over without realizing it. And I expect I shouldn't have slept at all the first few nights except that I've learned a bit more how to combat that.

I think I'll try to get some hot cocoa later, or maybe a cup of tea. If anyone else would like some, they're more than welcome to join me.
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(no subject) [Oct. 26th, 1997|07:00 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |distresseddistressed]

I can't make sense of any of this.

I just saw Anthony yesterday morning and now he's... And Dean and Lavender and all the others. What had any of them done to deserve this? Why is it always the people who aren't even involved?

Professor Dumbledore says we're still safe here, but this is the fifth attack on students or the school. I'm not sure I believe it anymore. I'm not sure what to believe at all.

And the worst thing, I keep wondering who might be next.
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Hogsmeade [Oct. 20th, 1997|08:21 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |contentcontent]

I had a lovely time at Hogsmeade, even if I did end up spending most of my time sitting in the Three Broomsticks and rereading the Last Unicorn. I know, I could read any day inside Hogwarts, but I only get to go to Hogsmeade a few times each term. I promise that I made the most of it. I visited both Scrivenshaft's (they really do have the finest quills there) and Honeydukes and even nipped into Gladrags to choose a small gift to mail off to my grandmother. Oh and I picked up one of those ballots at the post office as well. I don't mind a bit that I spent the rest of the day reading and, really, I did take a fair amount of time just to survey my surroundings. The Three Broomsticks is always such a lively spot on a Hogsmeade weekend. I think I should like to go once when it was not to see what the feel of the place is then. But on Saturday there were so many people talking and wandering about, I couldn't help but feel content as I took my own little part in it all.

Today it is back to schoolwork and such. I don't really mind, of course, but the little vacation is always welcomed.
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Witch Weekly [Oct. 16th, 1997|08:42 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |pensivepensive]

Is it odd that I had forgotten the Hogsmeade weekend until it was announced? I suppose I needn't have searched out that owl-order catalogue after all. I'm sure I could have found something for my brother on Saturday, but no matter.

I borrowed a copy of Witch Weekly from one of the younger students once I saw the cover. Although I'm sure that it may have been somewhat helpful to be able to tell in the future whether I am dating a werewolf, (who comes up with these articles, I wonder) I was, I admit, much more interested in the article about Sarah Delaney. I feel quite sorry for her. Oh, I know that some would dimiss it by saying she's the one who's made the bed she has to lie in now, but I wonder how many of us follow our emotions without thinking what may happen, or act at all without pondering the consequences? Maybe I don't have sympathy toward her, specifically, or even her position. Perhaps it is the fact that she is so human in her mistakes and her flaws, so how can I not have pity on a creature so distraught and adrift? It's not that I think she is without reproach, indeed I think she is surely responsible in some way for her current position, but these things are always so complex and who knows what may else may be at work here.

Or I may be entirely too soft-hearted.
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will pass from change to change [Oct. 10th, 1997|07:44 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |calmnormal]

I managed to sneak some time in on the piano this week. I know I've probably said it in the past, but after playing I just feel so much better than I did before, even if I was already in a good mood. It's some kind of cathartic release for me, or at least I find it very enjoyable.

I received a letter from home this week, happily everything is as usual there. My brother's birthday is coming up next month; I must remember to order him something this week, otherwise it will never arrive in time. I'll have to see if I can find that owl-order catalogue that I brought.

Hard to believe it's October already. Time certainly seems to fly lately, or perhaps I'm just not paying enough attention.
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written upon waking [Sep. 30th, 1997|07:12 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |okayfine]

Passing an empty classroom yesterday evening, I heard familiar sounds coming from within. The door was closed, so I don't know who was involved, but unless I miss my guess it was Madrigon they were playing. It's funny, or maybe it's something else altogether, but I stood there for several minutes to listen. It's foolish to think no one I kept expecting to recognise one of the shrieks of laughter, but in the end I concluded that it wasn't anyone I knew, and so I went on back to the common room. From a glance, everything seemed to be as usual there, I'm pleased to report. There's nothing like a bit of normalcy, really, but I was in an odd mood so I went straight to bed. I read for a while, until it was a decent hour to go to sleep.

I think I'll go for a walk today, spend some time on the grounds before lunch. It seems nice enough out and I could use the fresh air. Maybe I'll bring my novel ... or maybe I won't after all. It might be nice to do nothing for once, instead of always rushing around with some plan in mind. I think I can spare the time, or anyway, I have everything prepared for today's classes. Yes, I don't think I would mind a little break at all.
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news? [Sep. 26th, 1997|07:55 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |pensivepensive]

This morning I found myself thinking, surprisingly, about the Daily Prophet. Now that the consensus seems to be that it is no longer a trustworthy source of important news, where does the ordinary witch or wizard get their information? Veritas, while generally agreed upon as interesting, does not seem to come out often enough or carry the right sort of articles. It's entirely possible that there may be a variety of local papers around the country that fulfill the frequent need for news and updates, I don't know.

I have always, in the past, relied on word of mouth and borrowed issues of the Prophet to keep up to date. While I was at home, my parents or my brother always seemed to know what was happening, but now that I've returned that avenue too is not as easily available. Perhaps the WWN can be considered an acceptable source, but there again I would have to obtain access to a wireless, which actually might not be so hard.

I don't know why this problem has not presented itself to me before now, but I suppose I have always found out one way or another the most important goings-on of the outside world. I can reasonably hope this trend will continue, but I do wonder what slightly smaller bits of news I may be missing in the meantime. Perhaps it would be best to subscribe to the Daily Prophet anyway, but simply bear in mind that there may be a slant of some kind on certain articles. This may be true of all papers, a general practice, after all what I write is certainly influenced by my perceptions and opinions. Possibly it is the job of the reader to determine truth from falsehood and never placidly accept anything that is read. I don't know, as it seems I'm quite a neophyte in this area of knowledge.

It seems to me, however, that I would prefer a source that simply laid out the facts without allowing personal opinions to get in the way. Perhaps in the end I should stick to history, where the speculation is generally simple to recognise.
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looking backward and forward [Sep. 18th, 1997|11:38 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

When I was eleven, I was filled with anticipation about coming away to school. And even though I remember being quite nervous and homesick, I also remember the feeling of wonder I experienced. Everything was new and different; each hallway or staircase or classroom was completely unknown to me. It's strange, thinking back, because now the school is so familiar. I could almost forget what those first few months felt like, and most of the time I do, insomuch as I don't think about it. But every once in a while, when I look up at the ceiling of the Great Hall or out across the grounds from a window in the common room, then I remember. Afterward I find myself looking into the faces of our new students, wondering if they're experiencing the same things I did.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about what I'll do after school. That's the big question, isn't it? I only have the vaguest idea, but I'd like for it to be something that involves my interests. I think I would most prefer something to do with history or books. Of course, I'm sure there are dozens of other opportunities that I haven't even considered. Maybe I'll end up working in a field that I never would have predicted. There are so many possibilities, really.

I wonder if starting over again after school will feel as strange as coming to Hogwarts did.
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school and such, I suppose [Sep. 12th, 1997|11:47 am]
Lisa Turpin
[mood |contentcontent]

It is still quite a relief to find that most of the things here at school are just as they were when we left. Athough I haven't heard a peep about the new Defense professor yet, which seems rather strange. (I do not mean that in a bad way, I feel I should say. I find that changes are often met with some talk, even if just to remark on the fact that there was a change at all.) I really must be spending too much time in the library and in other places outside the common room. I think that rather than try to steal a few moments on the piano this evening, I'll stay in instead.

Classes went quite well this week, I think, and I am starting to get more used to the idea of being back. It is always strange to sleep in a different bed for the first few nights, but now it's as easy as breathing. I do wish I had thought to pack one of my music spheres though, as I've got a certain song by Our Minister's Orchestra stuck in my head and I'm not entirely sure how to get it out. Perhaps my father will send it by owl.

I'm afraid that I really haven't much to say today, and it's nearly time for lunch anyway. I hope everyone is settling in as well as I am. At least, the first years seem to be doing quite well, the ones that I have seen.
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