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LadyHealingHands Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 8:48 am
BLARNEY STORIESGRAND PRIZE:
Choice of 2007 August or 2008 March Letter
Choose any 3 paragraphs from ANY of the HP books and "blarney them up" with Irish and St. Patrick's Day words, the more the better.
Rules
1. Number your post
2. List the book and page number you are copying the paragraphs from. If it is not the US edition, say which it is. (UK, Australia, etc).
3. From any HP book, copy 3 but no more than 5 paragraphs into your post
4. Then highlight, copy and paste the paragraphs again into the same post, but this time blarney them up!
(See example below)
Each Guild member may submit more than one post. Please proof your post - spelling and grammar mistakes (like dont for don't) will void your entry.
At the end of the month, we will draw from all the numbered entries
and the winner will get their choice of a March 2008 Letter or an August 2007 (Summoning Tome/Plasma Swords) plus 10 house points!
If yours is the winning draw and there are spelling errors in your post, we will draw again.
Example:POST 20 Original, from Order of the Phoenix, page 441, US edition
"Oy," bellowed Ron, finally losing patience and sticking his head out of the window, "I am a prefect and if one more snowball hits this window--OUCH!"
He withdrew his head sharply, covered in snow.
"It's Fred and George", he said bitterly, slamming the window behind him. "Gits..."
Blarnied:
"You there", bellowed Ron, gathering his gold and sticking his head out of the window, "I am a friend to the little people and we're celebrating St. Patrick's Day--OUCH!"
He withdrew his head sharply, covered in shamrocks.
"It's O'Fred and O'George", he said bitterly, slamming the window behind him, which promptly turned green. "Top of the morning to them..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:55 pm
The example will probably clear this up, but blarney words would be?
I have no idea. xD
But I'm so doing this...I want a dragon! And house points. ^_^ *evil grin*
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:05 pm
I want to but I only own the last book now. I might try it once I understand what I am supposed to do.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 9:00 am
I get it now!
but there should be a quote mark after "Oy, / "You there, right? ninja
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 1:58 pm
You're right! I've gone back and edited her example. Stefyess, if you have only ONE book, you can use any 3-5 paragraphs from that. If the books aren't available to you, you can always use ones in the library.
Just open any book to any random page and choose your paragraphs. Then think of ways to blarney them. If you don't like the paragraphs, choose again. So the next post would be post number one, if there are no more questions!
Hope that clarified things for folks!
Blarney stories are now open; the next post can be labeled
POST ONE!
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 3:22 am
Hrm Let me have a go...
Post one
Original - Half Blood Prince US Version, Page 502
"So he's made himself impossible to kill by murdering other people?" said Harry. "Why couldn't he make a Sorcerer's Stone, or steal one, if he was so interested in immortality?"
"Well, we know that he tried to do just that, five years ago," said Dumbledore. "But there are several reasons why, I think, a Sorcerer's Stone would appeal less then Horcruxes to Lord Voldemort.
"While the Elixir of Life does indeed extend life, it must be drunk regularly, for all eternity, if the drinker is to maintain their immortality. Therefore, Voldemort would be entirely dependent on the Elixir and if it ran out, or was contaminated, or if the Stone was stolen, he would die just like any other man."
Blarnied up!
"Oye, he's made himself impossible to kill by hoarding his pot of gold from everyone else?" said Harry. "Why couldn't I have just once piece? "I could've stolen one, but he was too interested in immortality."
"Well, we know that he's been trying to become immortal for five years." said Dumbledore. "But there are several reasons why it never worked, He had gold pieces scattered across the lands. He needed those five years to slowly collect every last single piece of gold in his pot! He put his soul into that gold!"
"While each single piece of gold gains him one step closer to becoming immortal, It's to hard and tiring work for Voldie the Leprechaun to collect it all in a single day! He's a lucky Leprechaun that it didn't take him all of eternity to find them all. Hes completely obsessed and dependent on that magical gold. What if even a single piece got lost or stolen? He would hunt you down and kill you for that single gold piece! He would die without it."
I tried lol
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 10:15 pm
Ravenclaw
POST 2
Original: Prisoner of Azkaban, UK edition, page 47
'So am I, ' admitted Harry. 'Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested.' He looked at Ron. 'Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me off, does he?'
'Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?' shrugged Ron, still chuckling. 'Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione's there as well!'
Hermione nodded, beaming. 'Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things.'
Blarnied up!
'So am I, ' admitted Harry. 'Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be flung to the Banshee.' He looked at Ron. 'Your dad doesn't know why I wasn't given to the sidhe, does he?'
'Probably 'cause you have green eyes!' shrugged Ron, still chuckling. 'Famous Harry Potter and St. Patrick's day and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I failed to wear the green. Mind you, they'd have to help me dig up shamrocks first, because Mum and the twins would have helped me haul the leprechaun gold home. Anyway, you can ask Himself this evening. We're staying at the Lucky Leaping Leprechaun tonight, too and feasting on corned beef and cabbage! So you can come with us to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow tomorrow! Hermione's coming along as well!'
Hermione nodded, beaming. 'Mum and Dad helped me dress head to toe in green this morning and I transfigured all my books to leprechaun gold to help us get the guides we need.'
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:11 am
Slytherin
POST 3
Order of the Phoenix, US edition, page 490
Original:
"You were guarding it, weren't you?" said George quietly. "The weapon? The thing You-Know-Who's after?"
"George, be quiet!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"Anyway," said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, "this time Willy's been caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles, and I don't think he'll be able to worm his way out of it because according to this article, two Muggles have lost fingers and are now in St. Mungo's for emergency bone regrowth and memory modification. Just think of it, Muggles in St. Mungo's! I wonder which ward they're in?"
And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost.
"Didn't you say You-Know-Who's got a snake, Harry?" asked Fred, looking at his father for a reaction. "A massive one? You saw it the night he returned, didn't you?"
"That's enough," said Mrs. Weasley crossly. "Mad-Eye and Tonks are outside, Arthur, they want to come and see you. And you lot can wait outside," she added to her children and Harry. "You can come and say good-bye afterward. Go on..."
Blarnied up!
"You were guarding it, weren't you?" said George quietly. "The gold? The pot of gold You-Know-Irishy is after?"
"George, shut your trap!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"Any who," said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, "this time Willy's been caught buying stores of Irish mead with leprechaun gold, and I don't think he'll be able to worm his way out of it because of course! The gold vanishes! And now the Goblins are a 'wee bit upset about it. Just think of it! They'll be stringing him from a tree by his toes! I wonder if I can get some polaroids of it?"
And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a camera.
"Didn't you say You-Know-Irishy's got some Irish mead, O'Harry?" asked Fred, looking at his father for a reaction. "A right huge store of it? You spied it when you snuck it and stole his lucky clover, didn't ya'?"
"That's enough," said Mrs. Weasley crossly. "O'Mad-Eye and Wee'Tonks are outside, Arthur'O, they want to show you their new jig. And you lot can have merry outside," she added to her children and O'Harry. "You can come and say cheerio afterward. Get goin'..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 12:58 pm
Alright, I'll give it a go (:
Hufflepuff, Post Four
Original Excerpt: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, US Edition, page 531.
"What d'you think, Sirius?" Harry said loudly, and Ron and Hermione stopped bickering to listen.
"I think they've both got a point," said Sirius, looking thoughtfully at Ron and Hermione. "Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I've wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," Sirius added, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other. "Snape knew more curses when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be Death Eaters."
Sirius held up his fingers and began ticking off names.
"Rosier and Wilked - they were both killed by Aurors the year before Voldemort fell. The Lestranges - they're a married couple - they're in Azkaban. Avery - from what I've heard he wormed his way out of trouble by saying he'd been acting under the Imperius Curse - he's still at large. But as far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Death Eater - not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught. And Snape's certainly clever and cunning enough to keep himself out of trouble."
'Blarney'd' Up!:
"Whatcha reckon, laddie?" Harry said loudly to Sirius, and Ron and Hermione ended their carry-on to pay attention.
"Aye, I think both a'yas is right," said Sirius, looking flummoxed. "Ever since I found out Snape was after me gold, I've been quite gobsmacked as to why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated with me lucky charms, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired gobshite, he was," Sirius added, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other. "That gammy git had more leprechaun connections when he came to Ireland than half the muppets here, and, Janey Mack, mosta his gee-eyed pals ended up becomin' Gold Diggers!"
Sirius held up his fingers and began ticking off names.
"Rosier and Wilked - those muzzies were both killed by Order of the Leprechaun members the year before Voldechaun fell. The Lestranges - they're a married pair a'plonkers - they're in Azkaban. Avery - from what I've heard that sap wormed his way out of trouble by saying he'd been acting under the rainbow influence - he's still at large. But as far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Gold Digger - not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught. And Snape's certainly clever and cunning enough to keep himself and his gold in a pot."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 2:21 pm
Post Five
Ravenclaw
HP and the Philosopher's Stone, pg. 169 UK edition
Original:
When they knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, they were surprised to see that all the curtains were closed. Hagrid called, 'Who is it?' before he let them in and then shut the door quickly behind them.
It was stiflingly hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which they refused.
'So - yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?'
'Yes,' said Harry. There was no point in beating around the bush. 'We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Philosopher's Stone apart from Fluffy.'
Blarnied up:
When they knocked their shillelaghs on the door of the half-Irish gamekeeper's hut an hour later, they were surprised to see that all the curtains had been painted green. Shamrocks were blooming out of every crevice, and even the smoke curling from the stout chimney was green! Hagrid called, 'Who be ye?' before he let them in and then glanced around quickly behind them, looking for the wee folk.
It was hot as Hades inside. Even though the day was a fine Irish one, Hagrid had made a feast for a dozen leprechauns. He offered them Irish soda bread and green beer, which they refused.
'So - yeh come a long way to Tipperary,' says Hagrid,
'Yes,' said Harry. There was no point in taking the low road. 'We were an asking if ye could tell us the way in safely past the infernal traps to the leprechaun gold. And how to use the lucky charms on Fluffy.'
pretty lame, put that's the chapter I opened up to.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 9:10 pm
Post Six
Slytherin
Deathly Hallows, page 100, US Edition
"What we really need to decide," said Hermione, tossing Defensive Magical Theory into the bin without a second glance and picking up An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe, "is where we're going after we leave here. I know you said you wanted to go to Godric's Hollow first, Harry, and I understand why, but...well...shouldn't we make the Horcruxes our first priority?"
"If we knew where any of the Horcruxes were, I'd agree with you," said Harry, who did not believe that Hermione really understood his desire to return to Godric's Hollow. His parents' graves were only part of the attraction: He had a strong, though inexplicable, feeling that the place held answers for him. Perhaps it was simply because it was there that he had survived Voldemort's Killing Curse; now that he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, Harry was drawn to the place where it had happened, wanting to understand.
"Don't you think there's a possibility that Voldemort's keeping a watch on Godric's Hollow?" Hermione asked. "He might expect you to go back and visit your parents' graves once you're free to go wherever you like?"
Blarnified!
"What we really need to decide," said Hermione, tossing Defensive Magical Theory into the bin without a second glance and picking up Field Guide to the Little People, "is where we're going after we leave here. I know you said you wanted to go to the end of the rainbow first, Harry, and I understand why, but...well...shouldn't we make the gold pieces our first priority?"
"If we knew where the leprechauns hid the gold, I'd agree with you," said Harry, who did not believe that Hermione really understood his miserly tendencies. His parents' secret gold stash was only part of the attraction: He had a strong, though inexplicable, feeling that the place held answers for him. Perhaps it was simply because it was there Voldemort had stolen his gold; now that he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, Harry was drawn to the place where it had happened, wanting to understand.
"Don't you think there's a possibility that Voldemort's creating all the rainbows here, expecting you to go after them?" Hermione asked. "He might expect you to go back and search for your parents gold once you're free to go wherever you like?"
...I fail at Irish. Sorry. >.<
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 9:42 pm
Post Seven;
Ravenclaw;
HP and the Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter 12, page I forgot to mark it. Dx
Real;
"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G.'
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."
Blarnified;
"Hey, look - Harry's got the Weasley pot o' gold, too, so he does!" Fred and George were holding pots o' gold, one with the large green 'F' on it, the other the 'G.'
"Harry's is better than ours, though, yeah?" said Fred, holding up Harry's pot o' gold. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not part o' the clan, to be sure."
"Why aren't you holding yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, would you be picking it up, they're lovely and full o' gold."
"I do be hating maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he picked it up.
"You haven't got the letter on yours, no?" George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name, yeah? But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge, no?"
(I actually went to wikipedia and read up on Irish grammar. xD)
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 9:18 pm
Post Eight
Slytherin
Deathly Hallows, page 746, US Edition
They stood up at once, and together he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall. Great chunks were missing from the marble staircase, part of the balustrade was gone, and rubble and bloodstains occured every few steps as they climbed.
Somewhere in the distance they could hear Peeves zooming through the corridors singing a victory song of his own composition:
"We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one,
And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!"
"Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?" said Ron, pushing open a dor to let Harry and Hermione through.
Blarnified!
They stood up at once, and together he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall. The marble staircase was banjanxed, part of the balustrade was gone, and rubble and gold pieces was strewn every few steps as they climbed.
Somewhere in the distance they could hear O'Peeves zooming through the corridors with a group of leprechauns singing a victory song of his own composition:
"We did it, we bashed 'em, wee Potty's tha one,
And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!"
"Really makes yeh feel tha scope and gravity of the thing, eh?" said Ron, pushing open a door to let Harry and Hermione through.
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AccioFunds generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:59 pm
We have 8 entries.
First roll is for the baby chick - we have a tie for the most number of Blarney stories:
1. Lightkin
and
2. The Stylish Nihilist
each posted two stories.
And the winner of the baby chicky is:
The Stylish Nihilist!
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