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 Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 5:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 5:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 4:45 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 5:32 pm
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All that is beautiful,
Will not be beautiful to me,
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place...
As far as I can tell.
We are not the enemy-
We were victims of a constant loss!
We were not the enemy.
𝕝𝕪𝕕𝕚𝕒
𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖
𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣
muggleborn │ little sister │ age nine
Liddie was not having a good day; she had to assume she had brought this upon herself, because she hadn't been very good today. She had gotten in trouble this morning for 'roughhousing' with Barney, but she could hardly help it if he was excited to go for a walk! Still, Dad said that if she couldn't prove herself responsible enough to care for an animal, they would have to give him away, and Mum had nodded. She didn't know if they had just said that, the way adults just said things sometimes, and not really meant it, but had burst into tears either way because she was responsible. She was! She always did all her chores and she looked after Barney and she cleaned her side of the room and she never, ever missed choir practice, and she said all her prayers every morning, afternoon, and evening. And she didn't cheat and say them sitting on the bed, either, she got down and knelt on the floor the way you were supposed to and bowed her head so it almost touched her quilt.
And then on her way to choir practice; the church was close enough that she could walk there in less than ten minutes, a bunch of older boys had rode past her on their bikes and called her things, mostly referring to her appearance. It wasn't fair, Liddie thought defensively, that not everyone's parents made them dress properly. As a good Christian girl, like Mum said, she needed to respect herself in her appearance, especially since she was getting older. Next year she would be ten. At school, other girls looked at her weird, she knew it, just because she always kept her blouse neatly tucked in, and always, always wore a skirt. It wasn't proper for girls to wear trousers; that was what Dad said, and Dad was always right. She wouldn't want to look like a boy, would she? She wasn't allowed to wear jewelry besides her cross, either, and especially not the sparkly bracelets and colorful earrings the other girls wore. Her ears weren't even pierced yet. And so what if she tended to mostly wear, white, grey, black, or other modest colors? It meant that she was good. Not like the other kids, who probably watched bad things on the telly and took the Lord's name in vain, and had mothers who worked and didn't stay at home like good mums.
And then at choir practice Mrs. Lane had given the solo to Hannah, not her, and Hannah didn't even deserve it! Hannah was twelve and had a boyfriend. Liddie had been so distraught she'd made the organ wail, and everyone had jumped and shrieked. It would have been funny, had she not been horrified. No, no, she hadn't done it. It had been whatever kept doing things around her. A demon or something bad. Something really bad, because God didn't do things like that. By the time she got home she was miserable, and she had to do her bible study, which made her more miserable, because the questions were always hard and if she skipped even one Dad would make her do the whole thing over and she wouldn't get to eat dinner until it was finished. And then she'd have to sit and eat dinner by herself in the kitchen and she couldn't tell Jonas or Gabe or Essie about the mean boys. She shuffled into the room she shared with her sister, knowing she wasn't supposed to talk to Essie during bible study, and promptly tripped over something she'd left on the floor. She lurched forward with a muffled yelp, and a pillow flew off her bed and under her, cushioning her stumble onto the ground. Twice in one day! It was getting worse!
I am afraid that opinions are contagious;
I am afraid that my plans will lose their place.
We are not the enemy-
We could hold our breath forever!
Or maybe for a while.
The best will surely come...
Until then you'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 5:47 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 7:20 pm
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All that is beautiful,
Will not be beautiful to me,
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place...
As far as I can tell.
We are not the enemy-
We were victims of a constant loss!
We were not the enemy.
𝕝𝕪𝕕𝕚𝕒
𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖
𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣
muggleborn │ little sister │ age nine
Liddie had ended up basically kneeling on the pillow, and now she stared at the floor and blinked hard, trying not to start crying yet again. This was bad. This was really, really bad. It had never happened with this frequency before, and now it had happened in front of Essie. And Essie was going to tell Dad and Mum and then she would get in trouble. She didn't even know what she'd done to make all of this start happening, but it must have been something really, really bad, and God was punishing her, or she'd attracted a demon of some sort, and it was trying to turn her away from God. Truthfully, Liddie was more afraid of parental wrath than divine wrath, and as she ran through all the possible excuses in her head she could use, things seemed more and more hopeless. Nothing like this had ever happened in front of someone else, at least not so obviously. She stared at the hand Essie offered, and immediately decided there was only way out of this; she sobbed wildly and threw herself at her older sister. "I don't know what happened! It just moved! I didn't do it, you saw, you know I didn't do it, right? You know it wasn't me, Essie, right? It wasn't me, it was something else!" She clung to the other girl, shaking her head at 'You too'. "What do you... what do you mean, 'you too'?" she babbled, pulling away from her sister. Inside, part of her jumped up in relief. It wasn't just her. Strange things were happening to Essie, too. Another part of her recoiled. Maybe it had started with Essie and spread to her... like an illness. Dad said demonic things were like a disease; a whole family could catch it and lose their faith. "It wasn't me," she whispered fiercely. "It's not me. Did you do it? Essie, did you make it move? I know I didn't do it. I'm not... I'm not like that."
I am afraid that opinions are contagious;
I am afraid that my plans will lose their place.
We are not the enemy-
We could hold our breath forever!
Or maybe for a while.
The best will surely come...
Until then you'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 4:20 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 10:06 am
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All that is beautiful,
Will not be beautiful to me,
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place...
As far as I can tell.
We are not the enemy-
We were victims of a constant loss!
We were not the enemy.
𝕝𝕪𝕕𝕚𝕒
𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖
𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣
muggleborn │ little sister │ age nine
Liddie nodded. Essie was right. There was no way any of this could be her fault. She was a good girl! She was good, and she didn't do bad things. "I couldn't have," she insisted. She was shocked into silence at her sister's harsh whisper, which she hadn't expected at all, and suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of guilt. She was a false witness! She was lying! No, no, no, this was all wrong... Her lower lip trembled and she suddenly looked much younger than nine, before she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her skinny arms around them as she rocked back and forth on Essie's bed. "But Dad said- Dad said you didn't get sick because God knew we were- we were doing His work, so- so- Essie, you're not supposed to climb trees!" she whisper hissed. "Mum said it's not good for girls to do that! We're not supposed to get dirty like that!" Her green eyes went wide as her sister continued, and she remembered the way the water had scalded that girl's hands in the lavatory at school after she'd insulted Liddie, and Mrs. Lane's piano going out of tune when she'd scolded her in front of everyone, and how the lights had flickered a few months ago when she woke up from a bad dream. How could that be good? "It's not right," she said insistently. "Essie, it's not good. It's not supposed to be like this- it's not like a miracle or something- no, don't say anything," she sounded genuinely frightened now. "Dad will be so angry with us- with you- he won't believe it's not on purpose! He'll think we're, um- I mean, you're- he'll think it's a sin!" She ducked her head against her kneecaps and then looked up. "Maybe if we pray now we can make it stop." She grabbed her sister's hand tightly, as if afraid she would pull away. "Essie, come on, this is what we're supposed to do, right? We have to ask God to save us, and he will, I know he will. We're good."
I am afraid that opinions are contagious;
I am afraid that my plans will lose their place.
We are not the enemy-
We could hold our breath forever!
Or maybe for a while.
The best will surely come...
Until then you'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 12:28 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 5:35 pm
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All that is beautiful,
Will not be beautiful to me,
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place...
As far as I can tell.
We are not the enemy-
We were victims of a constant loss!
We were not the enemy.
𝕝𝕪𝕕𝕚𝕒
𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖
𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣
muggleborn │ little sister │ age nine
Liddie bit her lip as she considered the idea of telling Jonas. She loved and trusted Jonas; he was her older brother, she was supposed to. And she knew he didn't always agree with Dad, but he was still good, and devout, and- but what if Jonas got angry with them? Maybe he wouldn't tell Dad, but he could still get them in trouble. Liddie knew she was expected to listen to Jonas especially, because he was almost a grown man now, and she didn't want him to think differently of her or Essie. She didn't want him to think they'd been bad, that they were bad girls. "What if he doesn't believe us?" she whispered. "Or he gets angry at us?" Jonas was a teenager, and Liddie was in the depths of the age range where there was nothing more frightening than someone caught in between childhood and adulthood. Adults, she thought, sometimes seemed purely there to tell children when they were being bad. "Okay," she nodded, and scrambled off the bed and onto the floor, assuming a familiar position. She shut her eyes tightly. "God, please make it go away. Please make it stop, God. We'll be better. I'll be good, please make it stop happening." She wasn't sure how seriously God took the prayers of little girls, but she hoped this sort of thing went straight to the front of the line. This wasn't like her usual prayers, over getting solos in choir or people at school not making fun of her.
I am afraid that opinions are contagious;
I am afraid that my plans will lose their place.
We are not the enemy-
We could hold our breath forever!
Or maybe for a while.
The best will surely come...
Until then you'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 3:39 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 12:43 pm
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All that is beautiful,
Will not be beautiful to me,
Unless it's perfect.
Outside of these walls is an awful place...
As far as I can tell.
We are not the enemy-
We were victims of a constant loss!
We were not the enemy.
𝕝𝕪𝕕𝕚𝕒
𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖
𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣
muggleborn │ little sister │ age nine
Liddie shrugged uneasily; she didn't want to let on that, while she rarely actually lied, she did have a... slight habit of fibbing. Mostly in school. Not with Dad or Mum; they would know and she would be in so much trouble. She'd probably have extra prayers and chores for weeks! Other kids probably just got grounded, but she wasn't so supposed to compare herself to other people, Dad said. They were acting as shepherds of the Lord, and they had to set an example. Still, sometimes Liddie wished she was allowed to watch more than two channels on the telly, or go online for anything other than homework, because everyone else always talked about things she didn't understand. It was easier to just say that she had seen a certain cartoon or that she knew what something was than to tell the truth and get laughed at. "Okay," she said waveringly, though she sensed that Dad would probably be really angry if he found out they told Jonas and not him. But Jonas wouldn't tell Dad and that was what was important. "God, I'll give all my allowance too, Amen," Liddie added, as if this were a phone conversation, and reasoned with herself that if things didn't go back to normal she could still keep it. "Yes," she fibbed when Essie took her hand, because what else was there to say? This wasn't the first time she'd prayed about this, but maybe because they'd both prayed together this time... Maybe if Dad asked God to make it stop he would, because God probably really liked Dad, but that would require telling their father, something Liddie quailed at the thought of. "If we're really good for the rest of the week maybe it will get better."
I am afraid that opinions are contagious;
I am afraid that my plans will lose their place.
We are not the enemy-
We could hold our breath forever!
Or maybe for a while.
The best will surely come...
Until then you'll feel nothing,
Until then we'll feel nothing at all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 3:11 pm
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