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So I completely dissapeared for basically the summer and the fall school term, which was... not cool. For anyone involved, I assure you. Here's how it all went down, ok?

Over the summer I wrote A LOT. I wrote nearly every day, some days more so than others, but nearly every single day. I wrote over a hundred pages of fanfiction -- no joke! The thing is... it wasn't in the Harry Potter fandom. And the story that took up all those pages sorta absorbed them and still wanted more. Uh huh, you guessed it, Revan's Requeim is still not finished... which is kinda annoying me by now because it is So. Damn. Long. (And is just going to get longer... I'm about halfway through the plot, but I'm betting we're talking over a hundred and fifty more pages to get to the end of it... yeah...)

So then I went back to school. And I worked. A lot. Classes were long, homework was plentiful, and I had two work-study jobs to deal with. But I still managed to write! And it was ALL Harry Potter fandom stuff. So now I am sharing that with you and updating EVERYTHING today, on this, the glorious second day of vacation! (I would have updated yesterday but I slept in and then took all day to unpack and play my new video game which arrived during finals week and therefore was not opened even though I *really* wanted to play it!)

I will be updating again tomorrow with my plans for the winter break, so enjoy the chapters and check back in tomorrow to see what's in store!

huggles all!
Rio

p.s. Yes, I'm also updating Revan's Requiem with the Harry Potter stuff... and no, this is not the big chapter. The big, seventy-or-so-pages chapter is still in the process of being beta'd.

( Torn to Ribbons (The Mirror) )

 

( Opposite Poles (Trouble) )

 

( Demon Rising (Wounds) )

(Truncated into two parts for LiveJournal.)

( Centaur Childer (The Mudblood) )

Footnotes:

(3) Draco—No, Harry did not speak English here, per say… but does this really need a translation?

(4) Flitwick—Yes, Professor Flitwick is the head of Ravenclaw house. I thought it was odd—but potentially useful and/or funny—too.

(5) Ago gratiam tibi servanti mei. Sum Hermione Granger.—Hermione’s Latin is, compared to that of Draco and Harry, much more “Englisized” in word order and choice of phrasing (note the verbs/subjects are in the wrong place, and the—in the Latin—rather stilted use of the participle), to emphasize the fact that she only recently started to work with the language (see Chapter 4).

Additional Notes:

1. Continuity—As is hopefully now apparent, I’ve begun my great divergence from cannon (“begun” is key here… it doesn’t get really different for a while). So Harry has no idea yet about Fluffy, he will in time, just not in the order you’re all expecting! (Hey, I’ve got to keep the plot new and exciting somehow!) Also, I’m sort of picking and choosing between the book dialogue and the movie dialogue, though I lean mostly (like 90% of the time) towards the book. If any readers have any specific questions about the continuity, do email me or drop the question in a review.

 

status: beta'd by Ayeshah Harvey-Lomas

(Truncated into two parts for LiveJournal.)

( Centaur Childer (The Mudblood) )

Footnotes:

(1) Mania—The Romans adopted one of the first forms of the “Halloween holiday” after Julius Caesar began conquering Celtic peoples. Mania (pronounced in classical Latin as “may-nee-ah”) was originally a Celtic goddess, a woman who would scare little children on the Compitalia and Feralia festivals as an Ogre. Also on this feast, children would hang wooden statues of the Maniae—grotesque little things representing the dead—on their doors. Mania was also worshiped on these feasts. The very first traditions had a human sacrifice—usually one young boy from every family—to fulfill a prophesy that “heads should be sacrificed on the behalf of heads”. This form of human sacrifice was outlawed by the consul Junius Brutus, and heads of garlic and poppy flowers were substituted.

(2)”ogre” translation—The word “ogre” comes to English from it’s French derivative, which is believed to have come from the Latin word for the king of the dead, “Orcus”. As I am not referring to Pluto himself, but to the monster, I’m using the word but not capitalizing it.

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( Centaur Childer (The Transfiguration Professor) )

Footnotes:

 (7) Gringottem – Ok, so the “actual” translation doesn’t decline Gringotts… but then again, the actual translation declines “Potter” instead of using the Latin word for ‘potter’ – and the Romans DID have them (for once!) – so, long story short, I am a Latin student so I must decline it too!!! Gringotts, Gringottis m. Gringotts – a third declension noun… like many of the strange HP nouns I’ve already declined.

(8) daemones – Well, daemon is what the published version of HP uses for “Goblin”, so who am I to argue? (haha, yes I know I’ve already parted ways with the published version a few times… but there isn’t a Latin word for “goblin”, so why not stick with what someone else has already done the thinking for me?)

(9) Nonne volo ludum cum pila – literally: “You want a game with a ball, don’t you?” Expecting a “yes” answer. Yes, odd phrasing, I know… but Romans didn’t exactly play “catch”… they just played games with balls…

Author’s Notes:

(3) Harry Potter Narrative – There was a lot of quoting from ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerors’s Stone’ in this chapter, mainly because I want to stay as close to the canon as I can until I wrench away and forge through with my plotline. Mostly these quotes were things that teachers’ said in their first lessons because I wanted to emphasize the difference in Harry’s reaction to them from how it is in the book. There probably won’t be this much quoting once things get going a bit further.
 

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( Centaur Childer (The Transfiguration Professor) )

Footnotes:

(1)Kalends, Nones, and Ides - The Romans counted the days in their months only by numbers, and they reckoned every day by which “special date” it was closest to in succession: the Kalends – the first day of the month, the Nones – the fifth day of the month (unless in March, May, July, and October when it was the seventh), and the Ides – the thirteenth day of the month (unless in March, May, July, and October when it was the fifteenth

(2) fuisset ludus videre vinces hominem cum impuro sanguo similes illud – literally says “It would have been fun to watch you defeat the mudblood like that”.

(3) Erit pluvissimus tempestas – literally: “It will be a very rainy season.”

(4) Omnes  studii est. Omnes ibi, scis, in motibus stellarum errantium. Dicunt res quae non sciamus de hominibus non obiveamus. – literally: “It is all of interest. All is here, you know, in the motions of the wandering stars. They say things which we should not know about people we might not meet.”

(5) Non disco scire illud. Res video – facti, electus, poenae – sed, dum possum seperare cuius haec sunt, tantum conicere possum. Sed non saepe est ut Dei nos uni hominis ostendunt. – literally: I have not learned to know that. I see things – events, choices, punishments, but, until I am able to separate to whom these things are, I am able only to guess. But it is not often that the Gods show us of one person.

(6) Sol, Apollo, and who the devil is in the chariot?? – Whoever has been riding the chariot of the sun has always been an issue to the Romans. Not so for the Greeks, who decidedly call Apollo the god of light and music, but Helios the sun god. For them, it’s Helios in the sundisk. However, the Romans adopted Apollo and not Helios. Thus, Apollo kinda “borrowed” the image of the “sun god” from his Greek titan counterpart. However, it wasn’t even that clear cut because the Romans still kept their original Tuskan (the Romans themselves were descendants of the Tuskans) “sun god”: Sol. And even WORSE, they couldn’t seem to decide if Sol was another version of Apollo or his own self! Talk about an identity crisis! So here’s my idea. It’s Apollo’s chariot – i.e. he owns it – but it’s Sol who is his charioteer. I mean, whenever an important person rode his chariot, he rode and someone else drove – so the owner could do brave feats of fighting and stuff. So… two gods, one chariot, one sun. Apollo’s in charge, Sol’s along to keep the horses on the right path. (And let’s not even mention Phaethon yet…)

Author’s Notes:

(1) Draco’s Owl, Aetherius – Mental hugs and cookies if you know what Draco’s owl translates to and what work I stole the name from!!!

(2) Elves – I looked at what I’d written and drew a blank. I don’t have the Latin translation of Chamber of Secrets yet… and I didn’t think I would run into this problem until I had it. Silly me. So I’m going to have the English take the place of the Latin until I get a “viable” translation of ‘House Elf’ from someone who has a degree. (Because, of course, the Romans didn’t have Elves – neither of the LotR variety, nor the HP variety.)

 

I should have been writing more Harry Potter fic tonight. But linlin and I were on the phone yesterday and fan-girling about the Phoenix Wright games and the characterization within and there were times when she said "[Rio], you have to make that happen".

And since the sun rises and sets with her... I did.

So, first off. No Gramarye is as cool as Max is. Period.

And then it needed a sequal.

And has anyone else realized just how many WACKJOBS there must be in the PW world's jail by now???

And... I don't even have words for this one...

Then, lastly, umm... drills?

Yeah, I'll just get back to my actual fanfics now... uh huh... -_-;;

I cleaned my room today. Really. No, you don't get it, I cleaned my room today .

No. No, you still don't get it.

I cleaned my room today! Everything is organized. Everything is dust free. I can positively say that yes, indeed, my desk really is made of wood, and - go figure - so is my floor, which is freshly washed and actually visible. I can finally sit in the chair for my desk and do things like type this message - a novel concept, I assure you. My curtains are washed, dried, and re-hung on their windows - which have been windexed and are now open so that my room smells faintly of rain (as we had a thunderstorm this morning). My dvds are all together, on one shelf, and alphabetized by title. My cd portfolios are stacked on a corner of my desk and all the cd cases that had been acumulating from taking the cds out of said boxes and puting them into said portfolio are finally in a box of thier own in storage that is not in my room. My closet actually has all of my clothes - not to mention shoes, purses, extra bedding, my umbrella, and my winter jackets - inside it, organized by the time of year that I wear said clothes (summer stuff in the front, winter stuff in the back, fall and spring in-between).

Do you get it yet? My room is CLEAN! My mom may recover from the cardiac arrest if the therapy goes well for the next four years - that kind of clean!!

Not that I am, by nature, a very messy person. Compared to those that were my friends in grade school, and to those that I have thus far shared dorm space with in college, I am a damned neat freak. I believe - almost religiously - in the "organized mess" philosophy, in which all of my stuff may be piled on the floor, on the desk, on the chair for the desk, but if you want me to locate something I know instantly in which pile to find it in. Thus, my side of the dorm room acutally seems sparce and hardly lived in - it's that spartan. However, and this is the big "however", when you live in one room for all of your life - which is now over two decades long - stuff tends to accumulate. I got rid of stuff that I had been unintentionally saving since middle school - and I found stuff I never even knew I had saved! (Apparently I have been in possession of the guide to the tv, the (now defunct) vcr, and the (new) dvd player!)

And - now this is the big one - my fanfiction is both organized and all in the same place!!! You have no idea how amazing this is. All of my notebooks are stacked together, and all the random sheets of paper on which I write drabbles, fic ideas, fic plots, scenes I'll eventually get to in my fics - all those are in folders and organized. How amazing is that???

I don't know why or how this happened either. I got home from church and was playing videogames while drinking coffee when suddenly I had just had it with all the crap in my room. Just like that. I didn't even look around the room and verbalize that "damn, I have a lot of crap", I just suddenly started hauling pile after pile of stuff out of my room into the hallway - scaring the living daylights out of my poor puppy who was trying to take shelter underneath my bedspread from the thunderstorm - like a woman posessed. (The puppy is, for those who are concerned, fully recovered and sleeping on top of said covers as I type this because the storm has passed.) There was no revelation, no decision, it just happened, and while I'm very - so very - happy that it did, it would be nice to know what triggered it, so that when I eventually have a house of my own I can keep it clean.


huggles all,
Rio