#wictask

[thoughts-far-fled]

1. Silver lapel pin. The symbol is of the Goddess Athena who is known for wisdom and crafts both things that interest Jacques greatly.

2. Dark Sapphire tie.

3. Silver Fleur De Lis tie clip.

4. Silver Fleur De Lis cufflinks.

[knightly-scholar-blog]

Max's Clothes for the ball.

1. An enchanted dragon ring that has moving wings and makes fake fire.

2. A charmed nacklace beneath his shirt give to him by his father when he was young the orb changes colour according to his mood.

3. A silver tie clip.

4. Silver cufflinks.

[thewariscoming]

Task 003:

Attention once again students!

The coming Sunday is known to be a day to celebrate friendship. Due to this the Staff and I have decided that in order to celebrate all the friendships that have formed throughout the years that a ball shall be hosted! You all have until Sunday to design your outfit which you will wear to this event.

We look forward to seeing you all in attendee with your best dancing shoes on!

- Professor Dumbledore.

You have until Sunday to complete this task when a Chatzy will be held.

The task is mandatory for all RPers.

Please post outfits on your Journals that you created for last week’s task.

Please tag your entry with wictask.

If you have questions about the task itself, don’t hesitate to ask one of the admins either on Skype or via the main blog.

Other than that enjoy the third task!

[thoughts-far-fled]

Task 002:

Jac's most prized possession:

Is his eldest cousin Oliver's collection of Quidditch gear, after the French National team renewed their training kit replacing all of the old with newer and more up to date pieces of equipment. Oliver knew of Jac's interest in the sport although also knew that he wasn't enthused enough in order to actually start playing officially despite Oliver's best encouragement. Eventually after accepting that Jac didn't want to pursue a career in Quidditch he gave up but not after getting the entire French National Quidditch Team to sign a chest of Quidditch supplies. Jac keeps the Quaffle in his dorm beside his bed he tends to throw this about when he's bored or needs to think. Every other part of the supplies is kept at his mansion in France where he shares the gift with his other friends in his hometown.

[updatesfromhell-blog]

Task 002:

Evan's most cherished possession: His mother's locket.

I don't speak about this to anyone, but it's something I keep on my person at all times. Right chest pocket in my jacket. . . Not even Emma knows I keep this on me. . . But it's all I really have of her. All I know of who my mother was. . . A picture and a locket. . . A name that belongs with a face I have no knowledge of. . . A image that usually fades to dust. It's the only thing I own that was apparently my mother's that belonged to the one woman who I know nothing of. . . I sometimes wonder whether she as a nice woman. . . Although how could a nice woman marry a man like my father. . . I'm unsure. For now this is all I have to put down as something that I cherish. . .

[knightly-scholar-blog]

Task 002:

Max’s most cherished item: Maggie’s dog tags.

I’m not sure why Dumbledore wants us to write about out most cherished item. . . I have a few, my mother’s harp and piano being the main two. Although I suppose the meaning of those are rather obvious as to why they’re special to me. . . Although my dog tags. . . They hold an entirely different meaning all together. Only Liz knows the story of Maggie. . . Although I haven’t told her the truth. . . The fact that I’m cursed. . . Cursed to kill anyone that I might care for.

They hold the memory of my best friend, Maggie, the girl who died a hero but she was so much more. . . She was the first person I think I’ve ever loved. That day I was going to tell her after blowing out the candles of my birthday cake. . . My wish. It was a foolish one, but I think that’s what she always liked about me. . . The fact I liked all those little things, like wishes after birthday cakes and the way she’d laugh at some of my jokes. I wear these practically all day every day. . . There’s not much you can do to make me take them off. . .

But that birthday wish. . . I was going to tell her that I loved her. . . That I, Maxmilian Knight had finally found someone to love and that she was that person. I suppose I’m cursed, the only people I say I love you to are the ones who get taken from me – my mother, Maggie and even one of my pet dogs. . . It’s why I don’t say those words to anyone. . . Why I never said them to my father. . . That’s why he’s still here. . . That’s why the people I do have are still here. . . That’s why I don’t tell anyone I might love them because. . . Every time I’ve said that before something happens. . . And they end up dead.

That’s why I keep these tags, as a reminder of the fact that I loved her, but of the fact that love is deadly. . . People think I’m scared of dating people, scared of loving people. . . But that’s not true at all. I’m scared that I’m going to lose them and be left alone without anyone I ever cared for. I can’t say the words because. . . They’re cursed if they ever leave my lips.

[untouchablevanity-blog]

Can't sleep. 

Went to get a pomegranate. 

A perfect pomegranate has six hundred and three seeds. 

I ripped apart the skin and let the contents of the seeds fall out. The red juice ran over my fingers and the best part, the seeds, were slipping through my fingers. 

My mind was screaming as it usually does. I should be careful, I should leave. That dye could get on my clothes. 

I can never get this voice off. I can only not listen to it. I only not listen to it when it's pushed far away to the back of my mind where it just sounds like a raised voice instead of full on screaming. 

I can only push it that far when I've been up for more then 24 hours straight or am unbearably tired. Or if my heart is beating so fast that even the screaming of that voice is drowned out. 

I am tired. I can not sleep. I keep going. 

I counted them once, only once. I did it very carefully, grouped them in groups when I was done with 25 of them so I'd be able to count them over if I had to. 

I counted 612. 

That wasn't perfect so I recounted them. 

I counted 612, again. 

I cried until the morning light reached me in the empty classroom and then I went to my room to get ready for that day. I skipped my morning exercise with Evan. He can see me when others can't.

 I don't skip Quidditch. I'm a leader, I'm their Captain. I have to be their to guide them regardless of what I do in the night. 

I couldn't stop thinking about that pomegranate at all today. 

  Would it have been better if there were 612 or 614? If there was 614 I would have been able to crush one of those seeds or eaten and then it would have been perfect. You can't make 612 perfect. But at least 614 wouldn't feel like it lost anything. Is something still perfect if you take away something wrong with them? 

So which one did I decided would be better? Accepting 612 for it's flaws? Or wanting a 614 and then crushing out the one extra and pretending it was never there? 

At the end of the day I decided that a pomegranate that has 613 is better and best and everything else is unacceptable. 

[vics-journal-blog]

Dear Journal

First and foremost, Dumbledore has insisted that we record our thoughts and feelings in this...

I have no problem with it, writing comes ... In spurts. I may even be able to record medical things i discover. seeing as from time to time i struggle with emotions, i may be able to put those in here as well. 

But...Well... Hopefully no one will read this...

But before Ethan left...

something happened... I... I ....

He told me... not to believe what i heard or read or what anyone told me....

I'm finding that hard to do now...

He said everything he did was for me...

What does he mean? 

maybe.... I'll find out....

the content of his letter are even more confounding. I should look into what it means when someone has the same patronus as another... it's quite the case. Does it have something to do with genetics or a mental capability? Hmmmm....