"Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story." -John Barth
Revelation after 12.
-COMING DECEMBER 9TH 2006-
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20 January 2008 @ 05:33 pm
"Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story." -John Barth
Revelation after 12.
-COMING DECEMBER 9TH 2006-
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01 January 2008 @ 02:52 pm
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~Equilibrium Team
Due to Livejournal only allowing a personal journal to add 750 friends (a number we have, to our shock, just reached), we have decided to make a companion community for Equilibrium. Exactly the same content will be featured on this community as it is on the NC-17 journal (for the PG-13 censored version, still flist:
equilibriumpg13 here.), so there is no need to add both to your list. As with the other journals, the posts are locked.If you link to us anywhere, with the mind to rec, then please can you also link to the community below.
Equilibrium Community: Join here. (
equilibriumcomm)Thank you very much for reading!
~Equilibrium Team
09 December 2006 @ 01:50 am
Mood: anxious.
War Status: wands at the ready
08 December 2006 @ 10:23 pm
Their mutterings turned into disbelieving shouts and cries of outrage, spreading through the Great Hall like a particularly poisonous game of Chinese Whispers.
“They‘ve all joined his side…,” Harry overheard a third year saying, and he turned to stare at Hermione and Ron in horror.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
08 December 2006 @ 12:17 am
Hermione read over her letter again and smiled, letting her head rest against the back of the chair as she stared into the fire.
“What’s made you so happy?” Ron grumbled, as he stomped into the common room and threw himself down onto the couch opposite, his bottom lip drooping into a pout towards his chin.
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“What’s made you so happy?” Ron grumbled, as he stomped into the common room and threw himself down onto the couch opposite, his bottom lip drooping into a pout towards his chin.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
06 December 2006 @ 10:51 pm
“Are you awake?” Fred whispered into the darkness of the dungeons, looking across the room, trying to make out George’s bed.
“You know I am,” came the reply, and then there was a rustle of sheets and a padding of feet across the cold stone floor.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
05 December 2006 @ 11:37 pm
Remus began to stir as the dawn rose, the sun causing him to wince as he opened his eyes.
He groaned, burying his face further into his pillow, every single muscle in his body screaming out in protest. He gingerly moved one leg, and then the other, testing them out as he always did after such a night, as if he had to reassure himself that he was human again.
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He groaned, burying his face further into his pillow, every single muscle in his body screaming out in protest. He gingerly moved one leg, and then the other, testing them out as he always did after such a night, as if he had to reassure himself that he was human again.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
04 December 2006 @ 11:51 pm
Narcissa watched him from her window, where she sat at her dresser, brushing her hair. He was talking with Severus, and she couldn’t make out the words, but she knew from the expression on his face that the conversation certainly wasn’t small talk.
Lucius’s eyebrows rose up to join his hairline, his mouth vanishing in on itself as he stared at Severus in disbelief. He shook his head, which Severus counteracted with a nod of his own, his expression guilty, as if he’d rather be anywhere else but there, delivering his news.
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Lucius’s eyebrows rose up to join his hairline, his mouth vanishing in on itself as he stared at Severus in disbelief. He shook his head, which Severus counteracted with a nod of his own, his expression guilty, as if he’d rather be anywhere else but there, delivering his news.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
04 December 2006 @ 01:14 am
Albus sat back down after giving his start-of-year speech, and picked up his goblet, taking a sip of pumpkin juice laced with a splash of brandy - just the way he liked it, even if Poppy insisted if he kept it up he would develop gout.
He let his eyes wander around the hall as the usual bustle of the feast began to rumble and the students started to relax. Albus was always interested in how the students behaved when they forgot they were being watched. Cho Chang would gaze wistfully down to where Cedric Diggory used to sit before picking up her fork reluctantly. Ron Weasley, his hair shining out like a beacon, would help himself to some chicken, passing Miss Granger the plate next, despite her sitting three seats down on his right. And little Ginny Weasley, almost in imitation of her brother, would try not to look at Harry, stubbornly staring at her plate until the temptation became too much, and then she would glance over, sigh, and pull her eyes quickly back as if she had been caught stealing.
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He let his eyes wander around the hall as the usual bustle of the feast began to rumble and the students started to relax. Albus was always interested in how the students behaved when they forgot they were being watched. Cho Chang would gaze wistfully down to where Cedric Diggory used to sit before picking up her fork reluctantly. Ron Weasley, his hair shining out like a beacon, would help himself to some chicken, passing Miss Granger the plate next, despite her sitting three seats down on his right. And little Ginny Weasley, almost in imitation of her brother, would try not to look at Harry, stubbornly staring at her plate until the temptation became too much, and then she would glance over, sigh, and pull her eyes quickly back as if she had been caught stealing.
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Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
03 December 2006 @ 12:11 am
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Mood: anticipatory
War Status: yet to begin
01 December 2006 @ 08:57 pm
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Announcement: Due to request, a companion LJ, rated PG-13, will be made available for those wishing to follow the action in a less-explicit fashion. Date and link to be announced with final trailer.
Mood: anticipatory
War Status: yet to begin
30 November 2006 @ 10:45 pm
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Mood: anticipatory
War Status: yet to begin
29 November 2006 @ 10:13 pm
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Announcement: Due to request, a companion LJ, rated PG-13, will be made available for those wishing to follow the action in a less-explicit fashion. Date and link to be announced with final trailer.
Mood: anticipatory
War Status: yet to begin
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23 November 2006 @ 11:41 pm
“Harry!”
He turned, halfway up the hill, and glanced back over his shoulder, allowing Hermione to catch up.
“Please don’t go,” she pleaded, her hands pressed flat to her thighs as she tried to catch her breath.
Harry stared at her for a long moment. There were plenty of reasons not to go, all of them justifiable. But the only one that mattered to him was back in the castle, in the warm. They hadn’t asked him to stay.
“I’m going,” Harry finally replied, and lowered his broom from his shoulder. He mounted and kicked off into the frosty air, ignoring the desperate cries from Hermione below.
He had to go; there was nobody else who could.
Was there?
Mood: anticipatory
War Status: yet to begin
22 November 2006 @ 09:44 pm