Liza

(Source: accioheadcanons)

It’s been SO long since I’ve written an actual journal, you would think I dropped off the face of the planet! (though I kind of wish that were the case so I could either become a Starship ranger, or attend Pigfarts…)

Oh my noodles (CAUSE I LIKE EM!), there are so many friggin things I wanna tell you guys. Not that you care, but no one else does so I’m gonna tie you to a chair, nail your shoes to the floor (not your feet, just shoes), feed you some delicious mac and cheese, and force you to listen to (read?) my “highly” important ramblings.

What’s first? Well, I went to Florida! (again!) It was loads of fun, especially Harry Potter world at Univesal Studios. It was basically everything I’d hoped it be and more! (<—-indirect and completely unecessary Starship quoting…) Maybe some of you have been there, but since you’re tied to my chair and eating my leftovers, I’m gonna tell you about it anyway. Basically they have Hogsmaede and then Hogwarts right by it, just like in the actual books except a bit closer and less elevated. Oh, and I don’t think Hogsmaede has a convinently located roller coater either. It should though. ANYWAAAY… I bought a wand from Ollivanders, got a time-turner, and also a Slytherin t-shirt. I also bought a Pygmy Puff that :icontodaywayafairytale: is probably plotting the murder of at this very moment! It’s ok, Tommy, I’ll protect you. Inside Hogwarts is a ride called Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey and you pretty much go to play Quidditch with Harry and then almost die, which is probably what would really happen since Harry seems to have his semi- annual near-death experiences in every book. And let me tell you, dementors are freaking scary! And so are spiders. I don’t like spiders. WEASLEY IS OUR KING! Anyway…. Enough of my friggin review of the park, let me tell you some funny stories. Alright, so the employees all dress up in some way (best. uniform. ever. *JEALOUS…*) and they had this one man dressed as the conductor for the Hogwarts Express. He talked to Nat and I about how Slytherin really isn’t a bad house, and we talked about fancy-shmancy muggle technology as well (did you know they have a drink called Dr. Pepper and IT’S REALLY A DOCTOR! And everytime you drink it you get better!) Then he noticed the Dark Mark on her arm (i drew it ) and said something along the lines of “When it comes down to the final battle, do you want to be one of the Slytherins that fleas, or do you want to be one of the ones that stays and fights to defend your school?” Then he excused himself from the converation and left. Wow. Words of wisdom right there. That guy was (totally) awesome. Also, the people at the butterbeer cart served me first because “I look like I’d be related to the Weasley family” Some people would consider it a bad thing, but I took it as a friggin huge compliment. I mean, all the Weasleys are awesome! Except Percy. But still! Oh, and one last thing about my trip: I managed to convince Nat’s grandpa that between the ages of 2 and 10 I lived in different parts of Asia because both my parents made a living aquiring objects from various groups and selling them at international trade markets. He completely believed me until I told him I was joking. There’s a million more stories I could tell you but I doubt you care.

You’re really STILL reading this? I thought you would’ve escaped by now. But since you are, the next thing is that I tis no longer single! Woot! Remember the guy who I bought him a pineapple for his birthday? Yeah, I’m dating him now. I’m really happy with it, and I’m not gonna make you sit here and listen about my love life because that is simply cruel, but I just thought I’d let you know. Even though you probably don’t care. No one’s even gonna read this. *Sigh*

Last but not least, I have a new HP fanfic (big surprise, right?) that I’m in the process of writing called The Last One Living. I can’t say too much but the first two chapters are up, and once I find a way to cure writers block that’s more effective than banging my head on the lamp, I’ll write and post more. Until then, go about your lives!

The Slytherin common room had an unusually gloomy atmosphere. Well, it did on a mormal basis, but after six years of attending Hogwarts, there was no question that anyone had ever been in a worse mood.

It was storming outside, and no one had bothered lighting any torches. So we were left with the bitter-sweet glow of a dying fire lit hours ago. Most of my fellow Slytherins were crowded around the warm flames speaking words of anger, but not me. No, I calmly sat on  a sofa against the wall fidgeting with the green and silver fringe of a pillow.

No one came over to talk to me, and that was just fine. Okay, really. Perhaps even good. I would only be sentenced to endure hours of useless chatter and complaints about The House Cup. A week ago, I would have shuddered at the mere thought of having one-hunred fifty points taken from Slytherin, but I now have a more important thing to worry about than earning my house a shining hunk of metal.

I had done it during Herbology. A bad time, I know, but it was practically my only chance and, well, to be honest, I had experienced a flash of bravery and could not stand to wait any longer.

It was in my pocket. I knew - somehow - that it was just what I needed. I carefully pulled out the cork from my stolen (and possibly fatal) potion. Waiting until Professor Sprout, an elderly old lady who didn’t seem to notice much nowadays, turned her back, I threw the bubbling liquid as far as I could. I was aiming for the largest of plants. Really, I was. But I missed.

Instead, my potion splashed all over Samantha Orlan, a short Hufflepuff fourth year who had somehow made it into our NEWT level class. The squirrely little girl screamed in surprise as the potion hit her, but the effects were far worse.

I didn’t see much of the incident, only a cloud of steam arising from her direction. I heard frightened yells arising from her direction and knew now was my chance.

I quickly turned around and dashed out the doors of the green houses and into the castle at the fastest pace I could manage. It was moments away. I could finally know. I could finally do what only I could do. But only if I were headed in the right direction as I thought.

It hadn’t been an easy task to learn where the entrance is. That kind of thing isn’t something that floats around like common knowledge. From what I’ve learned, I’m the person the staff least wants to know about this. But I’m cunning, and have done just that.

I was on the second floor. My heart pounded. My blood flowed like a rushing river. I burst through the doors. I don’t know what I had been expecting, really, but certainly not the deserted room in front of me. I slowed down to an awkward walk. I had to be in the right place! I just had to! After all the effort and trickery I had put into finding its location, could it rewally be possible that its not even here?

I wandered around awkwardly for several minutes. It was a rather odd place for someone like me to be after serverly injuring a classmate. But I knew one thing for sure: what I was looking for was something nobody wanted me to find. I grinned at the thought.

Let’s go back a bit farther. It had started out as a curious search for the school legend. There wasn’t necessarily anything I intended to do with it, simply a curious desire to learn more. Eventually, I had gone to some rather extreme measures to learn what I needed to know. Polyjuice potion included. It was very difficult, but to put it simply I learned that I am no doubt the last person who should be getting into it. And that just made me want it even more.

I swore to myself. That’s when I noticed it. Or maybe it noticed me. Either way, something happened. I saw it move. Whatever I had done had caused what I saw. Now I only had to figure out what to say. It was literally at my finger tips!

Then I realized something: once it was open, then what? I had no idea what to do or even what was inside. It wasn’t as simple as I thought,and it wasn’t over yet. But I still had to get as far as I could. I tried everything I could think of. Then, on my fina; frustrated attempt before giving up, I did it. It was open! It was mine!

I was steps away from what I had been waiting for all year when I heard footsteps. I had to leave! If I got caught here, they would see that I never return! I closed it quickly, the same way I had opened it. Now I knew how and would surely be able to do it again, right?

I ran out of the room as fast as possible. I had almost made it. I was almost to the stairs when I ran into the headmistress. She ran through a whole lecture about Samantha being in the hospital wing and things like that, I think, but I wasn’t listening. My mind was still on the second floor. She took seventy-five points from Slytherin for ‘purposely’ injuring another student, and another sevety five for being out of class at this time.

But there were unspoken communications between us, and I could tell. I had always been a bit well known for skipping classes, and the most I had ever gotten taken for it was ten points. She very well knew my reason for it all. But she couldn’t mention it, because she had no proof and I was in no position to give her any.

So, that’s how I ended up here: in the Slytherin common room, calmly sitting on the sofa with a proud smirk on my face despite the fact that my entire house is angry with me.

That’s all of my tale I have so far, but, oh, it’s far from over. Confused, are you? Well, I can’t quite explain it all yet. But I’ll tell you my name, and maybe if you’re smart, you’ll put two and two together.




My name is Essence Erina Riddle.

So Luke posted on here earlier, “Liza, you little poofer, why don’t you stop drawing for once and post something on here like a normal human being?” And, so, I was going to, but I got distracted. Because i was drawing. And to be quite honest, I have no clue how tumblr even works, but perhaps I’ll learn. But anyway, I guess it’s only fair that I post some of my drawings on here, even if I don’t know what I’m doing :)

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