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  1. I got extremely stressed at the area where people queued up for the guests... I mean, I know there wasn't much room because of the FOUR HUNDRED stalls and the like, but where people crowded around waiting to see the guests it was REALLY crowded... Maybe a bit more room to move around in... Then I wouldn't be as stressed If my mum's been with me, she'd have been smoking like a chimney outside 'cos of the crowds... Yeah well... Can't blame the popularity of the event really... Luv Lovekicks88 xxXXxx
  2. Well, how can you match up with such a line-up from Collectormania G-Mex 1? I'd love if these guys were there: Dominic Monaghan LOST Ian Somerhalder LOST Matthew Lewis HARRY POTTER Rupert Grint HARRY POTTER Sean Biggerstaff I just love everyone really... James Marsters BUFFY And I'm sure there's other people who I wouldn't mind there but they've gone straight out of my head at the moment... God damn flu... I suppose I'm glad I got it now and not before Collectormania G-Mex 1... Well, I was supposed to go on the Sunday as well but I was kinda ill then so... *Sigh* Luv Lovekicks88 xxXXxx
  3. Dude, Ray Park IS awesome with capital letters! He rocked in X-Men as well! Aww, he's just a good all rounder... What a transition? Evil red and black faced Sith Lord to a slimey little green-faced toad... Awesome... And sorry about forgetting Matthew Thewlis's name... I have a memory like a fish.. Trust me. I'll be doing some work for college or summat, my mum would be at work and the phone would go. I'd answer it, take a message and then completely forget that someone had rung and that I'd take a message... my mum would say, "Anyone rang?" and I'd be like "No..." Then she's find the message three days later... I'm hopeless... Luv Laurie xxXXxx
  4. Oh my word... The Goonies ARE The Mauraders... I bet J.K was watching it one time and thought, 'Oof, I just got a killer idea' ... Hence, the Marauders! Nice one, Chelle! I'd never have been able to pick that one out! xxXXxx
  5. Hehe, you guys just got me soooo excited... Whenever anyone says or writes the word 'convention' or 'G-Mex' I just get sooo giddy, it's unnatural... Oh my days, I can't wait to see you guys at G-Mex, if we meet! I'll look out for the Dark Mark and Death Eaters and you look out for a stunning redhead (yeah right!) wandering around, looking either (a) extremely nervous ( giddy as hell or © unconscious on the floor from fainting from excitement... Who are you guys going to see? I'm going with three of my mates, two are xanderharrisisgod and bex4cedirc ... We're queuing up for Robert Patterson [Cedric], dude who plays Neville and the Ian Something-or-other, the dude who plays Boone from Lost... I'm wondering about whether to go and see Ray Park, the dude who plays that AWESOME Darth Maul in Star Wars 1: The Phantom Menace... The guy with the red and black face... Awesome... But I'm a tad skint so *shrug* I'll just have to look on in awe... AND THE CONVENTIONS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE HALF-TERM HOLIDAYS!!! WOO!!! SO I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT 1,500 WORD R.E. ESSAYS TO DO!!! Luv ya, Laurie xxXXxx
  6. Hey! I'm cutting in a bit late here, since there's so many posts here already but there's no time like the present to get an oar in... I'm Laurie and I'm 17 and I'm at Greenhead College in Huddersfield in West Yorkshire. I haven't really been writing fan fic for that long. This is the only competition I've gone in for and fics that I've sent in... A bit late might I add, but never mind... I really wanna go to University to do a Creative Writing course but there isn't that many to choose from... There's only like a handful of places which many are in Wales, I think... which I find really funkyful. I'm just worried about scraping all the money together that I'll need... But if I don't get in, I suppose I could just lounge about all day like a true author and write... *heaven* I wanna be an author, if you hadn't guessed... So look out for a gorgeous (yeah right!) red-headed author called Laurie hitting the papers within the next ten years... HOPEFULLY... Luv Laurie xxXXxx P.S. My hands are absolutely freezing so I apologise for any typos and rubbish spelling... P.P.S. I'll probably unknowingly, because we've never met before, see some of you at G-Mex... FIRST EVER CONVENTION FOR ME!!! Then my convention virginities going to be gone... *Sob* ... But it'll be worth it...
  7. Hehe... Aww, I miss Lost already... Not long to wait though! 'Tis funkiful and young and fresh and bubbly... Not at all like my depressing ones... I now have: Judegement Day, Somebody Help Him, Staff Karaoke and Ladies First up and running... How many have you got? Luv Laurie xxXXxx
  8. This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 447 *** The Great Hall seemed to shake with the thunder of applause from the students, roaring like animals and stamping their feet, all with their eyes on the staff table. “This is the best Leaving Feast we’ve ever had!†Seamus screamed as he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes; Dean, who was sat beside him, had his head on the table for support, banging the wood with his fists, sending forks flying in all directions. Harry clutched onto his stomach, wincing with pain as he giggled uncontrollably and Ron fell backwards off the bench, unable to control himself. “This is so embarrassing.†Hermione looked around with a small grin on her face, biting her lip as Parvati and Lavender collapsed in a fit of giggles beside her. “Shut up, Hermione; this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in my entire life!†Ron shouted as he tried to mount the bench again, shaking with laughter and looking across at Hermione’s trying-to-be-straight face. He opened his mouth to say something else but a chant began to echo around them, perhaps a thousand voices gradually uniting as one, stampeding feet joining in, all echoing the word ‘Snape’ at thunderous volumes. The tall, greasy-haired man at the staff table looked sternly around at them all as though they were all children behaving badly at a nursery. Harry’s chanting voice faltered as Snape’s eyes met his and a sudden worry entered his mind. “Ginny!†He had to lean past Neville on his left and shout over the screaming chant until the red-haired brown-eyed seventeen year old turned to look at him. “How long is the Lyrical Potion supposed to last?†“Oh, there’s plenty of time left.†“You sure you put enough in the punchbowl?†“I put enough to last till midnight!†The two of them shared wide grins as they turned back to the staff table at Snape, who was still watching them unblinkingly. The chant seemed to be getting louder, if possible, as the walls shook with the noise combating them, loud and thunderous thuds from feet on the floor and fists on wood. For a fleeting second, Harry thought Ginny’s Lyrical Potion wasn’t going to last the night, wasn’t going to fool the Potions Master himself. But suddenly, Snape brought his wand out of his pocket and brought it to his mouth. “YES!†The students cried as one as a tune started playing in the background and words started flashing in bright colours behind Snape, which he turned to face. “Aww, wizard karaoke is amazing!†Harry shouted manically as Snape prepared for the first line of the song; Harry grinned with utter happiness. “Oh, I’m going to miss his place!â€
  9. Ooo, I say... That's a bit funkiful... I like it... It's all dark and brooding and that's the way I like them... Luv lovekicks88 AKA Laurie xxXXxx P.S. Please check out mine... I wanna see what people think...
  10. This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 448 *** Breath came raggedly out of his mouth as his eyes flickered open, clouded with fear and pain. Perspiration laced his forehead like a dewy cobweb, sending beads of sweat running down the imprinted scar on his forehead. Harry hissed and gasped as the wounds in his body stung and bled beyond anything he had felt or seen before. His body was shaking uncontrollably as he lay on the hard and cold floor of the Weasleys’ kitchen, the flagstones underneath him bruising his back and sending shivers down his spine with the cold. His breath was quick as his heart raced, quickened from exertion. His mouth was dry as he tried to move, tried to rise himself from the floor and find the others, but his muscles felt weak and the idea of using them seemed an object of complete insanity. He could feel the gaping wounds and deep gashes all over his body, sending pain through his body, causing his limbs to twitch; he didn’t have to be able to see the wounds for him to be able to know that they were there. Willing himself to keep his flickering eyelids open, Harry’s unfocused eyes turned to his glasses, barely two feet from him and too far for his damaged body to reach. Looking past them further, his eyes focused on a long, thin and dark blur that he had to squint to make out. It was his wand. His eyelids flickered again and shut; the simple action of squinting took energy out of him that would have normally been needed to run a marathon. Steadying his breathing, he forced himself to forget his pain and focus on one thing. I need my wand. Harry flickered his eyes open again and turned his head to his wand, squinting the vision clearer. Readying himself for pain at his movement, Harry breathed deeply before holding the breath inside him and rolling onto his right side. Groaning with pain, with tears in his eyes, he reached out in front of him, every part of his arm shaking uncontrollably. Blinking, clearing the tears from his eyes, pain coursing through his body, he knocked aside his glasses and the tips of his fingers touched the cool wood of his wand. And then, as he was just about to wrap his fingers round the wood, a boot came crashing down on his hand, shattering the bones in his fingers. An anguished scream erupted from his mouth as his eyes stung with a fresh flow of tears, pain suddenly piercing his arm. Forcing his weak eyes open, he squinted weakly up at the blurry figure above him and heard them speak. “Don’t you dare, Potter.â€
  11. This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Words: 448 *** The Dementors were stood at the bars of his cell again. The skinny man curled himself up tighter, wrapping the ragged cloak around his body, his back facing the cell bars as the cold began to increase. He whimpered as it seeped through his body, starting at his back and slowly spreading through his limbs. He moaned loudly as the rattling breath dragged itself in and out of the Dementor’s mouth; he could see the monster’s shapeless face flashing before his eyes. Letting a sob leak from his mouth, images and sounds started flashing through his mind, bringing back memories he’d long forgotten… “Draco, this is a test. I will let you out when you have shown bravery and determination.†His father looked down at him with a small glint in his eye, his mother beside him. “But, why, father?†“To show determination, Draco.†His father looked down at him sternly before taking a step back from the wardrobe, pulling his mother away and slamming the wardrobe door shut. Thrown into impenetrable darkness, he curled himself up at the foot of the wardrobe, feeling the bottom of one of his father’s cloaks tickling his ears, sending shivers down his spine. His breath started to quicken as time passed, the darkness pressing in on him on all sides. “Father, please let me out!†“Not until you’ve shown me determination, Draco!†“Lucius, are you sure?†He looked up hopefully at the sound of his mother’s voice, protesting for him. “He’s only a child!†“Six years is old enough to put him through the test.†“But, Lucius-†“Quiet, Narcissa!†His mother’s voice disappeared and the small flutter of hope inside him evaporated as he looked back at the darkness around him. He steadied his breathing and willed it to fill the silence around him, focusing on his faltering breaths. But the wardrobe suddenly shook and he gasped. It had started. A pair of rough and inhumane hands grabbed his shoulders and threw him against the wall of the wardrobe. “FATHER, PLEASE!†But there was no answer as more mutilated hands grabbed him and attacked him, savagely. He was thrown from one side of the wardrobe to the other and a hand placed itself on his face, blinding him even more. He screamed and tried to fight against them but it was no use; he couldn’t see what he was fighting. Trembling uncontrollably, he pleaded, begged his father to let him out, but the door remained locked shut… The young man sobbed uncontrollably on the cell floor, his once slick blonde hair greasy and un-kept as he felt the Dementor drifting away. Maybe Draco Malfoy shouldn’t have killed Harry Potter after all…
  12. This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Word: 450, exactly! *** Harry and the other Weasleys had left Ron at the grave long after the service was over. He stood at the overturned soil, the mound rising off the normal level of the green grass like a small hill. Flowers of the most beautiful shades and colours were strewn across the dark soil, creating a contrast so colourful that in bright light, it would hurt your eyes to look at it. The small petals fluttered slightly as a breeze played about the graveyard, brushing Ron’s pale cheeks. There’s not even a cross, thought Ron, as he looked at the gaping space at the head of the mound, knowing that there should be something there. Glancing around miserably at the headstones around him, engraved with sweet messages about the people who occupied the graves beneath them, he felt a rising surge of anger as his eyes went back to the mound in front of him. No one’s going to know who’s lying here…… No one’s going to know it’s my fiancé, who died two weeks before our wedding, lying in this grave…… The anger inside him slowly disappeared and was replaced with immense sorrow; every inch of his body could show it. His pale blue eyes had lost their twinkling shine as his normally bright and vibrant hair seemed dull on this upsetting day. His ashen skin made him look morbidly ill and the freckles on his face could barely be made out anymore. Taking in a deep breath, feeling tears threatening to lace his already sore and almost dry eyes, he reached through the fold of his cloak and into the inside pocket of his waistcoat for the piece of parchment he’d wrote a fortnight before. When his shaking hand emerged, he looked down at the weakened and creased piece of parchment. He’d got it out of his pocket every time he had been left alone in a room and read it; if there was one thing that he would remember till the day he died was what was written on this piece of paper. Blinking away tears, he slowly lowered himself to the mound, a sudden aroma of rich soil hitting his nose as he reached forward with trembling hands and made a small slit in the soil. Swallowing deeply, he reached forward and placed the piece of parchment in the small slit, wedged upright and wafting in the slight breeze. Rising slowly, he looked down at the piece of parchment and re-read for the last time the message he had wrote in black ink on the day the two of them were supposed to get married. I’ll find him for you, Hermione. And when I do, I’ll kill him.
  13. Hehe... Ich war perhaps the first person to read this maybe... When you gave it to me at college... Oh, I love Ron... This is like SO him... It's cute... Ron in love... Aww... Luv lovekicks88 AKA Laurie xxXXxx
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