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semperaevitas · Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:55 am Post subject:

I aim to please. Wink

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jacksl · Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 9:02 pm Post subject:

And you do....in abundance!!!!

Loving your sig!!
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njf61 · Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:03 pm Post subject:

This isn't exactly about Snape, but it's concerning HP, so I put it here...you can read the prequel that JK Rowling wrote for that charity auction, on the postcard. You may need to click on "read our authors" and then on her name. It's hand written, and her writing is difficult to me...but worth it just for a tidbit for those of us going thru HP withdrawal!
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Magenta · Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:19 pm Post subject:

Charity contribution of J.K.Rowling to dyslexia fund.

The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both po9licemen in the pursuing car shouted “whoa!” Sergeant Fiher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be lung under the wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of the riders, and with a whink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.

We’ve got them now! Cried PC Anderson excitedly. That’s a dead end! Leaning hard on the steenly wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher seraped half the paint of the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.

There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at las after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyed predator.

There was so little space between the car dors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went and finally snapping of the wing mirror with his backside.

Get off the bike! He bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.

They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing layabout boyfriend. The sednond boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazored with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.

Ho helmets! Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount! (In fact the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) Failing to stop for the police!

We’d have loned to stop for a chat, said the boy in glasses, only we wer trying.
Don’t get smart- you two are in a heap of trouble! Snarled Anderson. Names!
Names? Repeated the long-haired driver. Er – well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce… Basthsheba… Elvendork…
And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl: said the boy in glasses.
Oh, our names, did you mean? Asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage.
You should have said! This here is James Potter, and I am Sirius Black!

Things will be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little-

But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs. Staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mough of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.

For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than-

Drumsticks? Jeered Anderson. Right a pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of-

But ‘Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.

The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually flying up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.

Fisher’s knees bucked, he sat down hard, Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as flung-bung-cruch- they heard the men on brooms slam into the uppended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.

The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher musterd the strength to look back at the two teenagers.

Thanks very much called Sirius over the throb of the engine. We owe you one

Yeah, nice meeting you! Said James. And don’t forget. Elvendork! It’s unisex!

There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemn’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air. James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
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Magenta · Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:21 pm Post subject:

The above contains words that I was not able to understand but which I typed out from what I could decipher. If you have ideas what they could let me know. I will edit the posting and correct it.
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njf61 · Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:55 pm Post subject:

Now, why didn't I think about just re-typing it here....
the only things I saw were like: slung under the wheels, scraped half the paint, etc. just mispellings, but it's not hard to figure out what it's supposed to be...
if anyone has trouble, we can always help, can't we.
Thanks, Magenta!
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Magenta · Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:24 pm Post subject:

Sorry for the mess. I am too tired to clean it up right now. I was typing blindly. My eyes were fixed on the postcard.
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skittlebunny · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 12:19 am Post subject:

If you want to read a typed version, they have it over at mugglenet. . .(I aslo struggled to read J.K.Rowling's writing, but it seems a lot do!) Very Happy

njf61 · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:53 am Post subject:

I didn't even check mugglenet...I haven't looked there for awhile. I was a little surprised that it was even released to the public already. I thought it would take awhile, and they'd get all the publicity they could out of it. I guess I'm a little pessimistic. sorry.
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Eustacia · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:45 am Post subject:

Thanks for the transcript, Magenta! JKR could make a second career as a doctor, with that kind of handwriting!
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Magenta · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:54 am Post subject:

You know, after writing seven Harry Potters in notebooks in longhand, I think her writing was good enough.
I would like to have more of the post-Hogwarts Marauders. Maybe there will be adult-fiction with them. She could earn a king's ransom with it.
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Eustacia · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 10:56 am Post subject:

I don't know, I always find my handwriting is deteriorating because I use the computer all the time. It was much clearer when I used to write every day, now I just type, and my handwriting turns into an unintelligible scribble. Maybe that's not too bad, this way no one can read my fanfic notes and steal them, LOL.
Adult fiction with the Marauders, written by JKR herself... yeah, there'd be a market. Twisted Evil

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jacksl · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:47 pm Post subject:

OMG!! My handwriting defies description!! it was quite tidy and flowing at school when I used it all the time!! You're right Eustacia, it does seem to worsen if you don't use it! I find writing long letters difficult because my hand cramps up....not used to it any more, see.
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Magenta · Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:46 pm Post subject:

Yes, and you cannot write as long as you would like to.

When I was a teenager I spent have my free time writing snailmailletters to people all around the world. I really loved my penpals. I could write for hours at end. Now, I get writer's cramp. And I wanted to start a diary (kind of). To give it space for ideas and dreams, such not to be stolen by the next computer crash.
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