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noisy_nisroc @ 2011-01-28T15: 44:00



first I think today I do not begrudge me a Wagner Pizza .

second fries I love to eat with your fingers.

third The Jungle Camp at RTL me goes like this the cheapest of all past (I have, fortunately, no TV) .

4th running helps me even in bad times.

5th As for coffee, so I can not without .

6th I have a really good mood are the weather has on ('s doing well I'm just sun ).

7th As for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a labored , tomorrow I have planned relocation assistance for a friend and Sunday I would like another round of perquisites !

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twenty five, 4 / 25, on a bed Klee

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TITLE: On a bed of clover.
PAIRING: Lavender / Seamus.
OTHER charas: Neville Longbottom.
TWENTY FIVE : Oneshot 4 / 25
GENRE: Drama
WARNINGS: Suicide, Sad End, Dead Chara
Abgehakt : 3,500 words +, ° ° Arcadia

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ON KLEE embedded .

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The so may not be quite right, Seamus thinks slowly and shall immediately thereafter yet another deep swig from the bottle. Actually, it does not really matter that he gets drunk sinnungslos here before noon in a field of deep green clover. Maybe he even kicked the bucket of alcohol poisoning, today, here, next to her. Then they would lie together for eternity in heaven, they who have stained the crimson clover, and he, who had their world is not enough given other color in order to prevent them.

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For Seamus has been since early childhood, finds that the date on which he enters for the first time over the threshold Hogwarts', would be those on which all his wishes in Erfü ; go filling. Magic left . If I can spell, he thought, I'm grown up and no one can give me more harm something.

Now Seamus seventeen and under the laws of the magical world has actually grown.

and no one can give me more what . Harm

As Amycus Carrows fist hits him, Seamus warps the busted lip into a smile.

The spanking is only so long was bad and really painful, until he has for the first time the hard way to learn how to under ten seconds the Cruciatus that feel like ten years and more distorted, for his own death and would rather hand out cracks the heart, and only one split second longer subjected to this torment be. Compared to that, every beat of a human fist nothing but a joke.

At the end of the day Seamus sitting in the Gryffindor common room and laugh at this joke.

time again.

He is a magician, and he loves magic, and he can not imagine being not a magician. But he is also a half-blood, and he loves the non-magical, and he can not imagine how a Muggle less should be as a magician. Can just conjure up some and not others, the difference is actually not really greater than that between humans blond and brunette men.

Finding Seamus.

The Carrows, Snape, all the unnamable Todesserpack and it may times.

His mother, pure-blood witch, and his father, Muggles are in any case more similar than Both want to admit. Both constantly brood about what the other (the neighbor, the baker, the postman) think of them like both convinced it must be right what the others (the Church , say the tabloids, the parents). Seamus has reddish-blond hair and freckles, his mother, the blue eyes of his father, and he had long the bad qualities of both. Many of them he still deny he can not.

But he said two has passed.

He tried. As best he can given.

"Seamus?" Lavender is standing next to his chair and looks down a little afraid of him. She looks anything but fresh and healthy, yet does little in the Schloss, but their injuries in comparison with those of many other (the bruises, contusions, the unwell feeling of Cruciatus has torn bodies in your head) - In compared with Seamus' , not to speak of. But Seamus would probably also not a single mass of blue and green and purple bruises, were it not for Neville Longbottom.

Neville, but is still a little goofy, but now as the hero stumbles over his own feet when their hero, who is tangible, at the their site is, to them these days is much more support than Harry Potter, which they claim although all, they believe firmly that he is still alive and that he will triumph in the end, they accuse but secretly because he somewhere, just not with them, is not fighting with them because he is not there to give them courage and hope and trust and faith. But Neville is here, when he speaks, they listen to him, and they think about his words, and they continue to believe in themselves, like you, who you are, what you feel, and thus they gain strength, because they see them sit on it easy times for the ineffable, not just because someone says this is the right thing because they see they do it out of conviction, because they see they have quite FÜ , r themselves decided to do it.

Seamus has been silent in the first lesson Muggle Studies, as the column solidified by what Alecto Carrow said about Muggles and scum and parasites. But Neville was shaking with rage, not fear, and suddenly he jumped from his chair, and has said things, yelling things, the Carrow directly in the face, and when she saw him with a magic wand swinging to the nÄ Next wall smashed and heavy books has made massive full throw at him, he continued to talk, broken and sick ideals of equality and thoughts. Seamus has looked to Neville, as he lay on the floor and things said while he could not simultaneously defend himself against the heavy books that impacted by themselves again and again to him, and when they are in the next week had to get into the same classrooms, "said Seamus things like that, because he said so because he felt, and Susan Bones' voice rang out, then Anthony Goldstein, and the next day in class of Amycus Carrow there were more votes.

Sometimes on Seamus wakes in the night and sees the only bed that is used in addition to his own this year. It is his much closer than before the summer holidays, because Neville is after all just still Neville, and he was the night of the 1st September restless and anxious and has his own bed without magic pushed through the dormitory to hear Seamus breathe and listen to these noises, so he knows: There's still someone , Seamus is there, and Seamus is not afraid of too much before to sleep here, so you can, too . If Seamus Neville looks on such nights, he sometimes thinks to himself, Neville was a girl, or had he even a girl, he would crush up to our ears in Neville . He can say Neville impossible, because Neville would start rumstammeln and red, and then it would be Seamus too embarrassing. Dean would have to laugh about it and raise it Seamus, but he could understand it at the same time, and probably they would fight it in jest about who may ask of them Neville, whether on Hogsmeadewochenende together next to the village and is quietschverliebt with too much heart-shaped cookies and thick pink icing spoils the stomach.

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Yes, Dean, he should notify Dean, Seamus, it shoots through the alkoholvernebelten head. Dean is his best friend. Dean is always there for him. Dean determined knows what Seamus must do now. But when he goes to Dean to Dean helps him, he must first get up again, and walk away from that field of clover. You can not, he-

He can not.

Then they were alone, and when she is alone, it is remarkable it is different, it is not really her, and if they do not really she is, she does things they do things, like the color scarlet clover.

No, think Seamus, that's not true, she has not told him, so he has only presented the time because he could only be understood as their words and have him scared. When she is alone, since only they have, all them, they everywhere, and they can not bear to be herself because she hates who she is because she hates what she feels.

Whatever it is, Seamus, it may not be alone, not now, and he takes the next deep swig from the bottle. He regards them as long as it lies next to him on his back, his eyes wide open just a crack, the view among them is empty, and he thinks of her lips that have tasted blood, as he kissed her for the first time has, thinks of her skin, has added Fenrir Greyback scars, and he thinks of the tremor in her voice as she has said in his arms the first time that she is seeking redemption, and after Peace, and he only replied that Harry Potter would overthrow the ineffable, he would certainly, because he had not understood what she meant.

And he thinks of how the magical world celebrated the end of the war and they again said the same words.

to themselves, their mirror image. As she believed to be alone.

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"Why did you just laughed so strange?" Lavender asked suspiciously in order to further on the back of his chair. "Sound pretty crazy. Have you already Carrows ausgeprügelt mind? "

" Hey, you're here "with a bang, he replies and says it like that, but something in Lavender's face is changing, is foreign, older, and what it is, the change makes Seamus suddenly sad and awkward, and he begins to be ashamed of himself that he so thinks of her and her face says.

was not serious, but know that I can you very well, he should add quickly, although that would be something he is not mean it. Lavender has always been loud, shrill, hysterical, embarrassing, and now she's one of those who open their mouths in class never look away when someone beaten or tortured with the Cruciatus will nod, and or Yes, Professor say if the Carrows always the same hate speech against Muggles and Muggle-born to spit in the room. Lavender is weak and cowardly and wrong, and sometimes, Seamus asks if she's anything like this and it might really mean it when she says Yes, Professor .

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Seamus trouble with the cap screwed onto the bottle, can then easily back to the backpack, to lie next to her. He turns his face to the side, now with forehead touching her forehead feels like its open to tickle her head around on the clover spreading out golden hair of his neck. I'm sorry to say he wants, but his tongue is heavy, and even the breathing is exhausting. He is sorry that he so rarely understood and often has things accepted and conclusions drawn that were wrong. He is sorry that he has done what she will not.

love you.

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Seamus rises from his chair, groaning here, because it the right half of his ribs hurts so much, and wants to push past just to Lavender and throw himself on his bed. He thinks that he is actually fucking care if he hurt her feelings because, with each Yes, Professor doing the same thing with his, and he drags himself up the stairs, the railing must be a case hold it and would prefer turn around to yell behind Lavender You are mistaken, misleading, deceptive! Disturbed, insane piece of trash!

At night he can not sleep, for the anger bubbling in his stomach, infects his thoughts, and more and more memories come to mind him, as if she fists that beat to the inside of his skull. He sees eyes, Lavenders eyes how they (blue and size and the same as ever, yet different) look into the void, only briefly, for a few more seconds is not, and no one looks back, and very quickly the eyes are back as usual, and Lavender babbles and giggles and points the finger at people, and not fall asleep now, in this night of Seamus from sheer rage Lavender can, he tries to imagine how many times have these eyes have been different and have looked into the void without him or anyone else has noticed. He is at once certain that those eyes changed regularly look into the void, and that they only do it when nobody is looking, or if Lavender believes no one sees it through.

And he wants to scream You are mistaken, you are sick in the head! , according in the dormitory in, in which only the sleeping Neville and he is, and this urge him frightened, and the shock follows emptiness, the anger is gone.

Seamus crying. Not

not quiet, tranquil. Unrestrained.

He gets beaten and not crying. One applies the Cruciatus to him and when it's over, he wipes his face and not cry. He's scared and he does not cry and he is homesick and he does not cry and he is exhausted and tired and everything hurts him - and he weeps . Not because he is so would be ashamed, since this is no longer school year, probably never again. It's not easy. He does not come the tears, and force it makes no sense.

But now crying, no crying he, and he sobs and whimpers, the Kloss in his neck is so great that he may choke on it, and he can not stop, can easily not, and even when he hears that Neville has woken up and talk to him, he continued to howl. Seamus wants out of his bed, covered it, it creates almost no return on its feet, beats his fists on the walls of one, sweeping his school books from the desk, it has to do it, break inkwells, the floor is colored black and white feathers from the pillows float towards them. Then she raged for two, and that Neville as he rages and destroys and throws things around, Seamus can only cry even harder, because Neville was always so peaceful and reserved and would never on the heart brought to shred an herbal encyclopedia, just like that, without real reason.

Seamus did not really notice how suddenly the guys from the vintage of them are in their dormitory, and they do not ask, do not be surprised, and they join in, and then the Fünftklässer are there, then the Viertklässer, and girls are It's getting louder, closer and closer in space, and almost all Tränenrinnsale run across the face.

"See?" He shouted as someone against the noise directly into your ear, and it falls on Seamus only because he recognizes the voice, and only because Lavenders it is guilt, crying, and now that Seamus should cry all here need, he stops and looks at her. "You all have a blast. We are all crazy and crazier. "

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For Seamus is the seventh year at Hogwarts was the worst time of his life, but ended the year and it was better. For them, every time only the worst, and she never misses entirely, because it always comes back because there will always be seconds, minutes and hours during which no one is there to protect them from being with him to be alone. And because, like everyone sometimes alone, she constantly fears before the next time, and they can never quite feel comfortable, is never fully resolved and there is no upside, just a straight with holes in the ground, she sees that they can escape but never won.

Seamus slides closer to her, holding her hand tightly, they almost crushed, and although he knows there's no point will not change, skills depends on it, to plead dumb, they will come back someone should bring him back, and as so often, he weeps for them, and as always the worst time for him since he is crying because of her.

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"You have nothing to do here!", Seamus spat in her face. "You probably do not care what tomorrow is, if Harry comes back, or if you already know who can see the whole damn world go by and rips apart!"

"How do you- Why should-"Lavender backs off a step and in her eyes he can see only disappointment. "I do not care what will become of you."

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But you have stained the crimson clover, Seamus thinks, so do not care what will become of me.

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What made you is .

Not us from what is .

Seamus Lavender can only turn back.

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I'm not worth listening Seamus say it in his memoirs, find something else, let go before it happens.

What will happen? Before what happened?

Before you break even. Before I break it up.

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None of them falls asleep that night. You have cried, and now they all sit in a dorm with 7.klässler, on the floor, on tables, on the beds in the middle of this mess they have created together, and they are laughing, joking, and before Outside, the sun rises, Dumbledore's Army is back.

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"Now explanatory enough," groans Seamus, Lavender as he tears up the stairs and supports and carries, while hardly can carry its own weight. He wants to hear them respond, not only because he really know want to have really explained by it, but also because it is beaten so badly that he is getting hysterical and can not stop thinking if she dies now-

He probably respond to, because the Carrows have not yet violated the student so badly that he died. On the other hand, often not much missing. Lavender and was, as it is before the last summer holidays have always been, in everything she does, loud and shrill and annoying to be ignored. Seamus has presented numerous times over the years, simply Lavender to throw out a window in the Gryffindor tower. Even without that it's gone off with screaming at him, he broke the wand and scratched his face with his fingernails added.

"Lavender. Say something at last. "

If she dies now-

" For a few days I've "really hated, he gasps and hopes that they finally replied with you or me I hate your freckles No matter it is to simply react, so he stops to think if she dies now -

"And I hate your stupid giggle. And Ron has anywhere Rumer one, you could have it nearly bitten off his tongue. "Seamus drags them both up to the next level and almost loses his balance. He is dizzy, he needs a break, only a minute or two, then he goes on, and finally brings Lavender in the infirmary.

If she dies now-

No, there is no time for breaks.

the next level.

paragraph.

He could leave here, to the infirmary run and return with Madam Pomfrey, or get someone else and can help to wear Lavender. But-

- if she dies now -

, they would be alone, and Seamus not want to die alone To leave especially after today.

you're heavy like a troll. Have you grown? "He says, everything he remembered no more, lest it loud and shrill and annoying to be ignored, replies containing the face, Seamus, you're just no strength in his arms .

"magic"

When he hears that one word from her mouth, incredibly soft, formed little more than air, he is so relieved that he again must weep. "Magic? What a magic? Come on, red on. "

"-stab. "

" magic wand? The clean you have broken apart in the middle, with the Carrow can not use more unforgivable. "Seamus feels like much more, and the steps are simple, and the road does not seem to be endless be. "What has made a face! had by all from the class to you such a number at least trusted to bet. "

» Full ... Full ... idiot. "

" It's true. Neville or Michael or myself would have the range can be determined, not without suspicion as close to himself. "

Lavender groans, and Seamus feels vague, as it drilled her fingers into his forearm. »Win ... Levi ..."

first Seamus now understands that Lavender feels for his wrist, where you will find the sleeve of his wand. Wingardium Leviosa . Now he understood why half the class held up the wand and looked at him with forceful expression has, as the Carrow shooed him out of the classrooms, so he brings Lavender in the infirmary. shit shit, -

"Shit," Seamus pulls his wand out of his sleeve roughly under the cloak school, and because he has released a short while Lavender with one arm, she slips now and threatens to tip over, but before they really tilts, Seamus the wand has already addressed it and talked to the words. Lavender floats in the vertical, inclined a little backwards, their feet takes about one meter above the ground, and Seamus her hand and she can think in practical hear such a complete idiot .

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"Pretty stupid," says Ginny, look at the sleeping Lavender down and shakes his head. As Seamus has arrived with the floating Lavender by the hand in the hospital, Ginny wanted to complete just one arm Glass vials left. She put her head on the neck, and snapped horrified to air before they took Lavenders other hand and then is still. "Pretty Lavender. Ron can be happy that she has not even scratched his face, as the conclusion was. "

" Mr. Finnigan, "Madam Pomfrey says urgent and nervously rubbing his elbow.

"I would stay with her, Ginny has in him, and her voice has an urgent tone. "My last Hour for today's all. "

" No. I'll stay. "

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I stay, Seamus thinks, I'll stay here where you are.

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In the Great Hall are all sitting at dinner, Seamus sitting in the hospital bed at Lavender, and Parvati is sitting asleep on the chair beside him. Lavender's eyes are open, she stares up at the ceiling and has not said a word. Seamus is the silence uncomfortable, and he breaks his head about what words he should break it, but he just do not think of any that would fit.

"I have not increased," she says sounds like an eternity later, and insulted it. "You're really an ass."

"Shall I go?"

"I no matter. "

Seamus gets up and sits on the edge of her bed. "You have almost an hour long raufgeglotzt the ceiling."

"And?"

» I was not sure if in your head yet done correctly. "

"Do you think it is anyway not the case."

"I'm sorry."

Lavender rolls her eyes. "Parvati is asleep and I did not wake her. At night they passed only from one side to the other. "Lavender sits up in bed, grimaced in pain at the face, replied Seamus' view then defiant chin jutting. "Then I got bored, and I thought fuck it, we are here in the hospital when she wakes up by our votes, we just walking a few strong potions and dreamless sleep with. It really is no matter, we speak, she sleeps, everything okay. "

" Why did you do that? "

"What did?"

Now it's Seamus, who must roll their eyes. "This stopped one of the obedient, predictable sheep of the Carrows to be."

Lavenders response consists of a half hour in full quickly spoken, passionate, and then thoughtful words and then resigned, she says, that would burn and bleed to death, she could be something different, do something better, but that she had been afraid that she thought would understand Parvati and Seamus, and all that it takes time and it does not matter, and they still must find the courage to dare, and when it ends, is to Seamus, it does not look at and says nothing, turns around and leaves.

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Always her and for you and your said am struggling drops to Seamus, shortly before he falls asleep.

Not we and for us and our .

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not afraid of the pain or the consequences. Scared because you do it for your friends, your family, but always for you, too. Fear, because you want to survive and I do not care if tomorrow I still breathe.

Seamus's almost as if she had just really opened my mouth and said these words. It is the alcohol, believe he, so he formed her voice, that's why it sounds so real. But it is not for him, she only said that she is afraid. And now he sees her and is angry at himself because he understands the moment in which it is for him to become a different people, a man whom he has loved little later, honest, only one of which is, in which he misunderstood, and has accepted things and conclusions drawn by mistake.

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The sky turns red, and already the effects of fire whiskey has diminished, and they are still in the field of clover, which she has dyed scarlet.

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Seamus falls asleep next to her, feeling the cold does not keep her hand, dreams.

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"You just had enough love," his mother told him whenever he does not want Dean to go again on my nerves and it's why you Erza , hlt, and Seamus believe, because somehow, somewhere he is still, or again, the child who starts every sentence with My Mum said -

He loves her more than anything else, even if it is still loud and shrill and annoying to ignore, and because he loves her can he save her, protect her from the demons that are beyond his horizon. He can, he must, he will .

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"The clover is beautiful," said Lavender, and Seamus thinks this is fucking times the best clover that ever flourished, for it is both their clover, the clover, the house behind them both a long, deep green Carpet is, and he thinks the area is beautiful, Ireland is beautiful, the sky over our head is beautiful, here is color, this is life, here's deliverance and peace.

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"The Sorting Hat has really screwed up when he called me to Gryffindor," said Lavender, Seamus and rumbling just because it's night and they lie in bed and he is about to fall asleep.

And because he does not know that these are Lavenders last words that he will wake up tomorrow morning and find she is no longer next to him that he look for them and were found dead in field found in clover is that she has dyed scarlet with blood.

"He said, I try to want to try to want to live, even though everything is so cold and empty feel, although I do not see for what and whether it will be worth it at all worth know if that's even possible. He said, I fight, and he said that I would not do that, I would not be brave. But he was wrong. I can not. I wanted to, but I can not. "

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Seamus sees in every room of their house to, even on the attic, and then he just has this feeling. So he takes the fire whiskey bottle from the cabinet, which he brings out otherwise only If Dean is here. He fills a glass with it and emptied it, and he leaves the house through the back door without closing the bottle. He already looks from the door are out there and when he goes to her, his steps without haste, without haste, and he sits down next to her, and he takes another sip, and then another.

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Seamus dreams. Feelings, no pictures. Being alone, alone with himself. Redemption. Peace.

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Seamus wakes up and before he carries her into the house and does what needs to be done has he seen her face again, and he believes he sees that it has ceased to hate what it is and how she feels, and is redeemed, and that it finally is at peace with itself, and that this is the peace that no one but themselves, and he does not, you had to give.

But now she's gone and he's here and he wished-

He wished-

He wished.

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TITLE: Hunter and Hunted
CONTINUED : sacrifice (in progress)
STATUS: Completed
SCOPE : 16 chapters plus prologue and epilogue
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CLAIMS : If there is a "completely new and never been there" and are not really the way it is in this story, it's mine, and who will try to take me where I threatened At this point in the advance force. Then I would rather spit in the face, I probably am not going out of sheer outrage can fight, but let the fingers of my cherry tree and the other children.
NOTE: I will not be begging to sound more reviews, but constructive criticism I would be very grateful if this story (no matter whether as a review, mail or express message telepathic). The letter by J & G I first started in 2007 (pretty much right after I wrote the first at all times voluntarily in my spare time something), and although this first part I (the whole story is about from R & D ; five existing parts) have ever had revised, it still sounds too much like "Little Kate in 2007." I find it quite a bit (okay: extremely) difficult to change my own scribblings in retrospect that, I would be grateful for any sincere suggestion.

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TITLE: Those Autumn Days Can Lead To The Bad Blood Times
DATE: Saturday, 5 February 2011
TIME: 15:00 clock

[ Prof. SS & JS just before sunrise on the edge of the Forbidden Forest ]

Nearly 24 hours after
STJ lines has sent out a farewell letter from HA published Gossip Girl this in her blog, thereby making sure that the reputation of EJM cracks are caused, in this scale has never been there and have the potential to be of permanent nature. Even more, however, EJM sure that talk subside in due course and take life as usual is running ... When JS learns that the reason for HA s suicide heartache she is not against the feeling of anger and wants to make their anger on the school grounds air, where they met, however Prof. SS , which they deeply mistrust. For DM the night once again ended prematurely - and once again he is exhausted and worn out, with the DG interview. CC and ME know very well how to make the new information to EJM only really a real scandal.

[ PST shows SRD Polaroids in a conversation that they did in the summer and during the prayer]

The reactions to the suicide note are different, and EJM is by far not the only one who has to deal with it. GW, which is only recently joined the elite, has to justify himself before RW, HP and HG that now really have a problem with the unexpected, sudden friendship, CD be as endure much ridicule as never before, and GPF has plenty to do in order to rebuke people like AGP , while at the same time can not but come to wonder how much her best friend she still kept secret. GG in turn has strengthened not at all in mind, EJM back and soon has found new allies, with whom they want to overthrow the elite. DP does not behave as inconspicuously as he says, is taken up promptly by EJM s cousin JR in the family.

[ CC and ME are not the only ones that contribute to the funeral of HA as yellow color of mourning]

As her friends present themselves enough to ears, have PST turns to the only person you seem suited to the to finally speak of the soul can, what really happened in the summer. For MB the funeral is secretly on behalf of those of her father who will never take place, and accordingly they feel lost, lonely enough to volunteer to speak with LVS. LS steals after the funeral of them secretly in a bar and finally realizes that her former school friend PEM has followed her. And who else has no worries, try the yellow as establish new color of mourning.

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; Hortense Ullrich , 175 pages; 9 February 2011 - 9th February 2011 # 15 - ... and who loves me?
; Hortense Ullrich , 207 pages; 9 February 2011 - 9th February 2011 # 16 - Cell Phone
love; Bianka Minte-King; 191 pages; 9 February 2011 - 10th February 2011 # 17 - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
; JK Rowling , 335 pages; 10 February 2011 - 24th February 2011 # 18 - Witches & tricks love magic
; Bianka Minte King , 189 pages; 10 February 2011 - 18th February 2011 # 19 - Love Quiz & Horse Kiss
; Bianka Minte King , 207 pages; 18 February 2011 - 19th February 2011
# 20 - Death's favorite prey ; Karen Rose , 602 pages; 19 February 2011 -
# 21 - Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets , JK Rowling
, 364 pages; 24 February 2011 - # 22 - Wyrm
; Wolfgang Hohlbein , 273 pages; 24 February 2011 -

Anarkali - Deluxe Version

small print

What the hell gelatin has lost Herb Cheese? I recently visited a shopping
watching (rather by accident) to the ingredients of a herb quark and read gelatin, now I wonder in all seriousness, what the heck is that? I've decided to eat no meat, and now I have to watch even for dairy products, what's in there?

I'm about to get used to me ALWAYS inspect the ingredients, and I feel really fooled again, and pulled across the table to have to say that if Quark it says not really necessarily Quark is in it. * Curse *
It is a not real easy gemachtb healthily and consciously eat. But I can not grow anything themselves? Just to be sure that it is "clean" food.
has to emulate the tea with fruit flavors that nothing has, to say nothing of dioxins in all! I feel something of the pointer! Our food producers eat, or how can they be so no matter what is in the food so there. The declaration, the greed for profit is enough for me there, because the dioxin eggs eat these fine gentlemen also because they may be present in other foods, or have your own chickens?

Low Light Point And Shoot

noisy_nisroc @ 2011-01-21T09: 53:00

first hours to sleep, I heard Mark Brandis .

second reading I could start again.

third who actually makes these beknacke fashion this year? .

fourth I'm still here alone in the house.

fifth thought I used to always a baby is the same in a woman in it and if it is "ripe", it comes out from the belly button! (Oh my gosh!) .

sixth I love the winter but then I long for spring now and the sun .

7th As for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to the birthday party of the sister- , tomorrow I have planned Sport and Sunday I would like planned anything yet!

Chinese Mustard Abortions

seelen_tief

Hello! My LJ is still fairly new and largely public.
I am looking for similar journals, but can not find.
My posts are sometimes photos, thoughts, short prose in general, drawings are still to come. All in all, with a touch of artistic and not in the diary-style.
I would be pleased with a few visitors! :) Much love

seelen_tief (soul-tief.livejournal.com)

Party For The Eloped Bride

Alors on danse

I love the text. :)

Alors Alors on
on danse danse ...
Qui dit dit travail études,
Qui dit dit te taf les Thune,
Qui dit dit dépenses argent,
Qui dit crédit said debt, debt
Who says you said bailiff, said sitting in the shit.
Who said Love told the kids, and always said
Says Divorce ...
Who says you told relatives mourning because the problems do not come alone.
Who said you told the world crisis, says famine, "said the third world. Who says
said still wake up tired of the dull day before you leave for
So forget all the problems ...
So we dance ... (9x) And you
t'dis it's over because it would be worse than death.
What do you think finally you're doing when there are more and there has ben more!
say Ecstasy problem issues or the music ...
Ca t'prends the trips does it take the head and then you pray for it to stop.
But your body is not the sky then you t'bouche over the ears.
And then you scream louder and still ca ... Then they sing

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,

Lalalalalala So sing, sing So Lalalalalala

So sing ..
And then only when it is finished, then we dance.
So we dance ... (x7) And
bin there is still ... (X5)

Lass uns doch t. .. (X3)
Lass uns doch tanzen
When people talk about learning, says work
Who speaks of drudgery, said dough
people talk about money, says spending
Who speaks of loans, says money claims
people talk about debt, says bailiff
Those who speak of a secure position, sitting in the bail
Who speaks of love says, including children
Who speaks of everlasting love, agrees divorce
people talk about the next relationship, agrees sorrow, because the problems never arise by themselves
Who speaks of crisis, says the world, the famine, the Third World
Who speaks of weariness says, the waking up, if you are still stunned the previous evening's dance, let's go out
but to forget all the problems
Let us ... (X9)
And then comes the moment when you say that now everything is over, for worse than this can only be death
When you finally think you could find a way out if there is no more seems to be, and it still is a
Those who speak of ecstasy, says issues, problems, or is the music
under the skin, which gets on the mind and then you beg just a matter that it ends.
But it happens to your body, this is not heaven on earth, because you can not you keep your ears
And there can you scream even louder, and it will take to continue ...
Let us sing but
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,
Let us sing sing
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala
Let us (x2)
and anyway, if it is over, but let's dance.
Let us dance yet (x7)
It's still on (X5)

What Does You Bulls Pizzle Mean?

Free your mind

Do you believe society will ever truly overcome racism?

View Answers

I fear that society is not luxus. Not many people are tolereant, or already have the See box. Everyone understands only the problems of concern to him himself, makes everything new, unknown fear that is what must it be so bad. Think this is almost a tradition and long-standing give people is difficult.

addition, there are still politicians do with this policy and stir up fear so the fear of the unknown yet, the media refer to such policies, their lead story, and often intentionally or not, heat up the atmosphere.

Everyone should start with yourself and drop the racism, tolerance towards different learning living, thinking people.
would only then that we as a society a little wintzig Chance to finally overcome racism.

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noisy_nisroc @ 2011-01-17T10: 30:00

- meme_jolie> found here. :)


first The nearest grave CD.
second Put it in your CD player (or start your mp3-player, I-tunes, etc.).
third Skip to Song 3 (or load the 3rd song in your playlist 3rd) 4th
Post the first verse in your journal along with these instructions. Do not name the band nor the album title.

(No CD available here, so has to serve i-tunes: D)

 It was another one of morning again so Day I get out of bed, smooth as a laundry bag is black music station runs on any blacker than the darkness of my eyes is all the edges of the coffee, I begin to steal the newspaper not to curse, no, I say I said quite loudly, discovered 

Tazorac Without Moisturizer

add_mich @ 2011-01-16T14: 44:00

I just noticed that after my last "kick-wave" only three people on my friends list are left over, oops ... oO

But always in order.

I am looking for fresh meat my LJ. Down to earth, intelligent people who have heart in the right place and have not lost their sense of reality. I'm not looking for dreamy stuffed animals, in which everything is always rosy, and the film themselves in their TV series and hide, or what I know. The escape from reality is in itself a good thing, but to me it is quite boring if I have read about any series or stars or fandom. The same applies to self-written stories about themselves and their favorite heroes.

read I prefer self-critical matters, related to experiences that someone has done if someone stones were placed in the way and he or she has overcome this and report on how he or she has made the ... containing something. I like to read about things with which I am familiar and not by the perhaps I can learn something.

I myself write at the moment quite often about my new job I started six months ago, and although very successful, but still not quite working right. Sometimes I write about things long past to better understand, sometimes I write about my time abroad, sometimes I write just nonsense. I like to laugh, and much, love music of all read, like, find great dogs and cats'm stupid, fat and happy but oh, what I remember everything. I'm pretty diverse, have many interests and can inspire me to new things quickly. All in all a good game of LJ.

The "kick" for me is a fairly unproblematic history. For me it's no big thing to be kicking themselves, just as I am relatively relaxed during the self-Kicking. The kick is not a rating of that, but simply a lack of interest in the Journal. One can not understand even with all the interest and not for everything. If I feel then, that a journal is nothing to me or that I was only geaddet so I'm another number by many on the friends list, then I go again. No problem. Nothing is more embarrassing than then, "LJ-drama with an associated good cry in other journals or worse - in communities.

Well, I shall not scare so many people, because ... I look so tatäschlich other readers. And yes, I'm even a pretty good fellow readers! I comment on busy when I have something to say! Sometimes I even write himself quite acceptable entries! Everything tutti!

So ... who will again, who else does not?

x-posted like mad

What People Think Of Airbrush Tanning

noisy_nisroc @ 2011-01-15T16: 36:00


straight, I find not so bad, this:)

Sudden Onset Of Sickness?

text

1 I think it is stupid, as the industry We thus bypassing .

second A bad because I have strain on the left.

3 best things in life cost nothing, one must open one's eyes to see them .

4th sun now would be not bad.

5th If I were not so afraid I would do a world trip, a backpacker tour .

6th I started blogging, good question, why;) .

7th As for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a relaxing evening in Irishpub with a friend, tomorrow I (like every weekend) Household and shop planned and Sunday I want a very relaxing day make !

Calories In A Cup Of Tea With Super Milk

New year, new luck?

Hey!
One of my resolutions for this year is to write a little more! In order to keep by, I need you! Of course there is much more motivated to write when you also know that it is read and is off to obtain a feedback! :)
to my crazy exciting person:
I am 24, live in Hanover, studying English and religious studies, and unfortunately live in a long distance relationship. I love music, cats, reading, horseback riding and mangoes. I write about: love chaos, the front-five Disadvantages of a long-distance relationship, about my cat named Pumuckl, the university, friends, and all I's on your mind. I often use my LJ to create my clear thoughts, and problems I write from the soul, but I've made up my mind to write a little more positive!
so please check in, I'd be very happy! If you have questions, then go shoot! :)

Average Bmi American Woman

new impulses of my favorite cat;)

How To Delete Home Adress In Gps

add_mich @ 2011-01-03T21: 58:00

hey, I just have opened my LiveJournal. is still nothing to see but still, come in time and look around you with me!

me: my name is milena
and I live in Dusseldorf, but soon to draw to berlin \u0026lt;3
studying art and psychology.
had decided not so much to tell my friends, it sounds stupid but that is on and all will now end up here.
course will not only write but also what got to read! schonmal a LiveJournal had but it was deleted a few years ago. New Year's resolution now than a new one!

krams:
mag I illustrationskram art and media, art, animation films, experimental film. very colorful or totally black but in any case with heart and soul.
-good movies: anything by Wes Anderson and Michel Gondry. Nielsen recently I stand in dramatic silent films and as Hamlet is asta extremly cool! Svankmajer and Brothers Quay.
hear-a lot of music! so indie-pop-electro-dreampop, psychedelic-bla, is good: beach house, sea wolf. i deleted my day, Complete my tunes and now I find nothing more annoying one but I'll do you with music videos!
www.youtube.com / watch
-I animals as a tick with all in animal form. whether wolves or ravens or narwhal or octopus, all good!
-I may say, and fairy tales and all confused. everything that makes a bit of fear and full of shadows and images of gods of the Incas to paints Hoffmann and Kafka

Sun and who is coming?

Domina Dressed Leather Long Coat

reading list in 2011

all turn up the music loud - and CDs, because iTunes & Co. that's what had CDs for the record generation, oh yes - to jump on the bed and down to carry a large, bright lemon yellow tourist T-shirt from the Philippines, only to underwear ; eat Scheme, no makeup, nothing. Yay! Eh. Am I just in a depression. I can at least try
to see light.