Post by ALEX on Jan 12, 2011 0:23:02 GMT -5
Hey there, you magical folks.
Please. I'm not Dumbledore. But probably as wise as him. As powerful. But with a much better fashion sense.
Here's a little bit about myself: Have you ever had that totally freakish feeling that someone is listening in on your conversations, spying on you and your friends while you sip pumpkin juice––or, for the better of us, fire-whiskeys––on the dull, ivory/grey steps of Hogwarts' aquaduct, following you to secret parties in the forbidden forest, 'sessions' in the RoR, or even when you're paying Gobblestones at the clock tower courtyard? Well, they are. Or actually, I am. And the truth is, I've been here all along. I'm one of you. One of the witches here, yet more elitely notorious.
Dementors attacking the Muggle world, He-Who-Must-Not be named is back? Yes, that sounds awfully frightful. But the real deal is what happens between us, right here, in Hogwarts.
To know epic stories such as the ones I will write to you requires an observant, quick-witted scribe.
And that would be me, as I was at every scene of the crime, and I happen to have an impeccable eye for the most outrageous details.
So sit back and don't relax while I unravel everyone's unwanted secrets, because I know everything, and what I don't know I'll invent elaborately.
Admit it. You're already falling for me.
You know you love me,
GossipWitch.
Please. I'm not Dumbledore. But probably as wise as him. As powerful. But with a much better fashion sense.
Here's a little bit about myself: Have you ever had that totally freakish feeling that someone is listening in on your conversations, spying on you and your friends while you sip pumpkin juice––or, for the better of us, fire-whiskeys––on the dull, ivory/grey steps of Hogwarts' aquaduct, following you to secret parties in the forbidden forest, 'sessions' in the RoR, or even when you're paying Gobblestones at the clock tower courtyard? Well, they are. Or actually, I am. And the truth is, I've been here all along. I'm one of you. One of the witches here, yet more elitely notorious.
Dementors attacking the Muggle world, He-Who-Must-Not be named is back? Yes, that sounds awfully frightful. But the real deal is what happens between us, right here, in Hogwarts.
To know epic stories such as the ones I will write to you requires an observant, quick-witted scribe.
And that would be me, as I was at every scene of the crime, and I happen to have an impeccable eye for the most outrageous details.
So sit back and don't relax while I unravel everyone's unwanted secrets, because I know everything, and what I don't know I'll invent elaborately.
Admit it. You're already falling for me.
You know you love me,
GossipWitch.
