Gwaihir

This isn't particularly creative but, Seattle's Web Design or Seattle's Web Solutions?

The two you've done so far are much fun to read. How about 'Prized ducks set off alarms day and night' (again a real sentence from an article)

She crosses her arms at the platform and surveys her listeners with a slight smile. "Clearly the Pen is mightier than the sword. 'Oho, you say, let's see you defend yourself with that pen during a fight!' But no, if it comes to a fight you've already lost. The power of words is set the situation, to start wars, to stop wars, to manipulate. Wars are hard to settle. (just look at the middle east.) But do you know how many people have wisely used words (morally or amorally) and gotten rich off these wars? You don't get rich in a war by fighting it you get only get stabbed. In an army a thousand men who wields the most power? To look at it a different way: So, you'll take the power of a mighty sword to battle? Maybe you'll get famous or maybe you'll get dead (or more probably neither.) At the very least you'll probably get a minor wound. In close combat most grunts do in a prolonged action. Where will I be? Not a hero, not dead, but read by all--I'll be the reporter who writes up all your exploits. Whether you succeed or fail, tragedy or comedy, I'll make sure it's a good story.

Dark eyes glanced, unseen from around the corner and examined everyone in the room for a moment. A moment later they were followed by a woman in dark clothes but a red velvet cloak. She smiled and then openly scanned the room to see who wanted to catch her eye. After a moment she headed towards Karen. There was much to discuss with those who were interested. "So what do you think of all this?" She gave a slight giggle as she added "I hear that ability is supposed to be one of the criteria--I know some people who will be mad to hear that!"

To put my point a different way: D argued that the prophecy made no difference--that H would want to pursue V anyway, even if he had never heard of the curse. However, the prophecy would not have singled him out--would not have narrowed it down to wizard boys born at the end of July, even (call it doubling you out) if Harry weren't special. Remember that Trelawney really DOES have the gift--she just can't control it. Also, she is descended from a much more gifted seer. So there was something there--something already destined to be there--that prompted the prophecy. In fact, the fact that V would choose the half-blood would be factored in also, I imagine. It isn't as if the prophecy just happenned to fall on Harry (and Neville).

Sounds fun

She's so darnded annoyingly shallow at the Weasley's though.

Happy Birthday

Harry's mom can't be the first loving person who's seen their loved one's get killed. Eh, you guys could well be right, but I find it very non-satisfying if Harry is some normal kid and the only reason he can beat the dark lord is because the dark lord worried about it.

Yui, Did you know that teens were a large porportion of Dickens' audience too? (He changed his writing and added things in just to appeal to them etc.) Anyway, I've never yet seen a fantasy/sci fi book that I couldn't have read as a young teen, but that doesn't make me like them less (just makes me read faster.)

I'm not usually much into Werewolf, but this whole situation strikes me as eminently appealing. Looking forward to it. Choseyre of House Choronte As a teenager Choseyre ran away from home and for many years none of her family knew (or cared) whether she lived. Recently, however she has resurfaced. It's not clear where she enherited her wealth, wherever it came from she certainly does have a lot of it. Also, she re-appeared as a powerful mage. She is still a bit shy of showing off her skills, but many have seen the results of her magic after the fact and all of them are impressed. Physically Choseyre is a woman of medium height with Dark brown hair. She is not beautiful, partially because of a scar on her face (and quite a few on the backs of her hands) that she says she acquired while young and foolish. Still, she manages to look quite interesting and more than one man has wondered if her smile was an invitation or a threat. Choseyre is always found dressed perfectly in the current style and because of her charming ways she is often found to be close friends with parties on both sides of any quarrel. Choseyre refuses to shapeshift, because she is too shy.

and it kind of fits that no death eater would know too much about V (enough to know how many horcruxes he had,) since he never trusts anyone. and it actually is worth wondering what makes Harry special. We know that Voldemort only went after him becaues of the prophecy, but is he just a normal boy otherwise? Probably not--normal boys don't survive Adava Kedavra (sp?.)

Here's where I first read the Ron/Dumbledore idea http://www.knight2king.net/Knight2King/weasleyisourking.html and here is the refutation (I'm not sure to be relieved that time travel is not likely to come up again or disapointed that such a beautiful theory is probably not correct.) http://www.jkrowling.com/textonly/rumours_view.cfm?id=31

I looked for it for you, because I knew you'd notice . The only Finnish online babelfishes were 'too busy' or down though. I wrote this whole post two days before I posted it...and then lost it and redid it. First time I had Finnish

Valdar, your wish is my command. Here is a seperate thread.

Peredhil--I love that theory a lot, but I do think that JKRowling said it wasn't correct (at least as stated--perhaps it's partially so.)

Oops. Yeah, a bunch of them are infinitive when they shouldn't be . I was hoping that I had gotten all the languages of Penners right and didn't tax my internet connection with the rest of them. Thanks.

Everyone knew that Gwaihir liked to be outdoors and they knew he loved plants. Some people knew that he enjoyed writing mediocre poetry, but it is unlikely that anyone thought he was a reader. Usually this was true too. However, this night he did not get up from his desk until the candle finally sputtered out. His whole desk was covered with books of varying ages and in many different languages. In fact, he had borrowed every dictionary in the pen keep for this purpose. When he rose the inky parchement ran thus. I'm sorry! Mea culpa. Ich bin traurig Estoy apesadumbrado Je suis désolé безсмислен më vjen Sono spiacente حزين, مثير للشفقة, أسف litující, zoufalý kahetsema λυπημένοσ verontschuldigingen!, متاسف, غمگين, nebechdik sajnálom nožēlojams zmartwiony desgostoso sărăcăcios несчастный žao ľutovať brengosur ledsen üzüntülü Finally with a nod he grabbed it up and climbed out the window. Down and out with a minimum of thumping (though more than one fist did protude from more than one window before he had moved away from the building.) Only at the Wiggly Cabbage patch did he know that there were a few beings would forgive him for the intrusion and he quickly stroked a cabbage awake. When it had crinkled the sleep from its leaves, it soon understood and read the parchment. Gwaihir stood nervously nearby. "Is it good enough?" If the cabbage could have smiled it would, but instead it replied "Well, that certainly is a lot of apologies, but it isn't quite clear who you're apologizing to or why. By the way, is there a reason that this paper is scraped and torn as if it had been rubbed down many floors of a brick wall?" The elf blushed for a second at that last question and then brushed it comfortably out of his mind. "Well, reverie took a lot of time to organize a bunch of amazing poets judges etc. It was awesome and he spent a lot of time and did quite a bit of writing himself. It was a truely impressive project and erm...well, it deserved timely recognition. I wanted to apologize for a certain erm....well, weeks of tardiness." "Ah." The cabbage managed to nod its leaves quite satisfactorily. "I hope this reverie has a particular obsession with languages?" Gwaihir grinned. "Well, no. Not that I know of, but I was trying to think of different ways of expressing myself and there are only so many words for 'apologies, sorry, my bad, forgive me, didn't mean to' in English. I figured I try in a few others." "Sounds reasonable," the Wiggly Cabbage agreed, "but perhaps you should write all that down." "Probably, but some things must be done as soon as possible, so I only have time to add "Congratulations to our newest poet, reverie." OOC: This post is highly deserved and really is weeks late, but the issues of finally finding a job...that then requires me to learn how to drive (I go from appreciated secretary to useful and well paid worker when I get a license) and buy a car has been rather time occupying. However, this is going well. I think I'm through the worst of it. Also, visiting sisters (for the summer) are much fun, but a high distraction. Congrats rev.

Honestly, I loved it, but I was disapointed that it wasn't more surprising. I still think I know how thte series ends and well, I was 4/5ths right about this one so I fear...

How about I send a balloon to Tanuchan at Loch Ness?

Having been found, I will send a plane to Paris to fetch Katzaniel before I get lost again.

Well, here's mine. http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?act=ST&f=3&t=13838

Ah don’t know wha’cher thinking ‘bout me, but I ken certainly guess. You’ll be thinking what all of ‘em are thinking. ‘haps you’ll be looking at me straggly hair or my missing teeth. Yer eyes don’t suggest it though, so could be you’re noting the unmatching shoes or raggedy trousers. Yer that sorta type. Ah don’t be caring though. On this whole island there only be one person whose ‘pinions Ah’d take notice of and them’s Miss Mirowiyr’s. She’d be the only elf in this damn parts who stopped to speak to the weird old dwarf with the ahccent. See this shirt Ah got on? That’d be what she did give me. It’s yellow—the color of her hair and the color of ma puir youngest daghter’s. It’s the only damn thing Ah own that looks right nice. They trahed to take it from me they did. Just yesterday—tall stuck up guardsman grabbed me and asked where Ah’d stolen this from! Guess he’d be the other elf who’s spoken to me, but Ah daresay Ah’d be wishing he hadn’t. Took me near on half a day just to argue with them’s damn fools--just to be keeping this here shirt on mah back! Don’t know if Ah even would have won on mah own. Said they were goin’ to throw me into the lockup for the naght and woulda done it too. Probably just to make a guy mahd! Fanally a servant of the Ladee Mirowiyr’s happnned to be coming bah. Said that she knew the Ladee hadda given me this shirt. Dam fools! Eh, they’re comin’ to move me on now—never let a guy be staying in the same place fer too long. Says I be making the place ugly. Get you going or we’ll kick your ass over to prison. You’re a fat old man—fat like a teddybear. Run along! Ah’m going, Ah’m going!

Tanuchan--The Netherlands?

Good to see you, we will welcome you as long as you can be here.