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What's Wrong With the Wizarding Government (And How to Fix It)

Hey, guys! Anyone who's read Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix knows that Wizarding society isn't perfect. In fact, the government is RIFE with corruption (well, mostly just Fudge is). How could that happen? What went wrong?
Well, the simple answer is: checks and balances.
Although I'm not positive that this is confirmed, we can be pretty sure that the Wizarding government in the Harry Potter series is roughly based on that of the UK. Like most democracies these days, the government of the United Kingdom has three branches: executive, legislative, and judicial. You know the drill-- the legislative branch makes the laws, the executive branch enforces the laws, and the judicial branch interprets the laws.
It all starts with Fudge. As Minister of Magic, he holds a role comparable with that of the president or prime minister. That is, he leads the executive branch. Like the president, he can pass executive orders-- in this case, embodied in Educational Decrees. Remembe…

A Visit From St. Nicholas: 2017 Edition

Hey y'all.

It snowed off and on all day today. None of it stuck, but what with that and the festive "Thriftmas" at the thrift shop I'm feeling Christmas-y. (Note that on our car ride home, it only snowed when we played Christmas music and did the Macarena. My brother's idea. I know what you're thinking.) So, I decided that, on the eve of the holiday month, I would post a satirical poem I cobbled together this morning. Enjoy.

***by the way: note that all Stranger Things references are blatant attempts to gratify the populace. I've never seen it.***

A Visit From St. Nicholas: 2017 Edition

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even our chow-chows.
The corporate stockings were hung by the electric fireplace with care,
In hopes that a whiskered, fat trespasser soon would be there.

Madrix and Abcde were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Snickers bars danced in their heads.
Ma with her wh…

just so you know

A couple of things:

-this is not this week's post
-Yes, I know that my last post was late, but I had no WiFi until Saturday and I forgot to post it
-For some reason, my computer won't let me comment/reply to comments. So know I have TRIED to reply to ALL of your lovely comments, but I cannot. Just as a general message: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMMENTING!

That's it. Thanks!

Trains and Thanksgiving

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Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! 
Right now I am speeding along at who knows how many miles per hour in the window seat of a train. It's a late Wednesday afternoon and across the aisle to my left I can just see a pinkish sunset behind old-fashioned German buildings. My tennis shoes are up on my seat and an announcement just started.
Well, what shall I post for you? I have two lined up, but one is a poem written on a piece of notebook paper on my bedroom floor, way back where I came from, and I feel too sleepy and content to write the other one (how to fix the government in the Wizarding World.)
Shall I do something Thanksgiving-y, then? Okay, let's have story time with Ilse. This is why Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday of November. 
You all know about the first Thanksgiving, I suppose? Well, not really the first. People have always been grateful. But the first time in what is now the United States of America, settlers set aside a few specific days to give thanks. As I said, you k…

Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.

I have very, very mixed feelings about Severus Snape.  I'm curious about his home life. The books hint that his parents fought and he didn't have a solid family. I think, for him, Hogwarts must have been an escape, and his negative experiences with his Muggle father and Petunia Evans could have been a building block for his later decision to become a Death Eater. It may have been anti-Muggle feeling that originally drew him to Lily.  Ah, yes, Lily Evans Potter--that crux of all cruxes. I am about to state what I assume is a fairly unpopular opinion: he did not truly love Lily, and the feelings he felt for her were pitiful, not admirable. I think he was obsessed with Lily, but he could not love her in a sustainable and mutually beneficial way. Had she returned his feelings, their relationship could never last. I read somewhere that James and Lily's patronuses complemented each other, showing that they were soulmates, rather than Snape's mere copy of hers, showing obsessio…

Back from the Grave (yr welcome)

So. As all of you probably know, I have been posting like never, then trying to start again, and then failing. However, I really wan to blog more, and a key difference is that now I actually have some posts lined up! So you'll be seeing me around hopefully. I'm trying to make Thursday post day, but we'll see. I have one about Snape (thanks to a cousin who wanted to know how I feel about him) already written and I'm working on another Harry Potter one. For now, I'll leave you with a short poem I wrote while flying across the United States:
My Country, From 32,000 Feet I'm sitting in an airplane.  I'm at 32,011 feet.  Watching at the window, I view my country from my seat. 
The mountains soar and fill me With a yearning-heart delight.  The deserts, dry and dusty,  Are marvels in my sight. 
The rivers, wide and tumbling, Have carved a steadfast road.  The foundations of mighty cities  Proudly bear their loads. 
The woods, lush and extensive The lakes, so blue, so wide All of …

Half-Poems

I have been a terrible blogger.

Honestly, I hardly ever post anymore. BUT! I want to change that.

Today I'm taking about Sappho. She was an ancient poetess. There's a lot of stuff about Sappho I'm not getting into. I'm not talking about the different possibilities of her life, different bad stuff she may or may not have done. I just want to talk about reading a book of poems with half the words missing.

The thing about Sappho is that we have very little of her work. There have been papyruses discovered, quotations used, and that's pretty much it. Here's one of her poems:

"[                                                 ]
[              ] that labor [                 ]
[              ] a face to remember in wonder [
[                           ]

[                  ] to sing [                     ]
[                       ] a storm wind [              ]
[                         ] and no pain [                 ]

[                         ] I urge [        …

A Word Game

I have invented a fabulous new word game. Ish. Here are the rules:

Each clue will yield a two-word answer that is seemingly contradictory. The catch? The second word will have a double meaning, thus making the answer possibly true rather than utterly false.

For an example, I will use one of the worse ones:

Her old enemy's insulting barbs were a balm to the wounds of confusion.

Answer: Medicinal poison.

Comment your answers and I will post the answers and your scores soon!

1. The innocuous witnesses provided evidence that brought the criminal to justice.

2. The aficionado had no hints to go on.

3. The tennis players despised each other, which may have distracted them; both of them ended up with a score of 0.

4. She told the hungry man that they couldn't eat the food with cautious tact.

5. The assistant was of no service at all.

Bonus Question:
The protagonist of Gammage Cup was a true witch.

100

Hello, Imaginers! No, I'm not dead. Yes, I am aware that since school started my posting has been... erratic.

And now that it's summer, that has continued. But to be fair, I have been traveling, and after that I did have guests.

You miiight notice that this is my hundredth post. (I've said that before, but I didn't realize that the Blogger count included drafts.)

I'm not going to promise to post more regularly, but I have stuff in "real life" and also habits of procrastination to deal with. But I will try.

The problem is, I have absolutely no idea what to post.

So see you later.


What's in a name?

What's in a name? What's in the violent epitaphs of youth, the gentle, complacent gravestones of the old? What's in the frozen title of a now-dead king, the famous pseudonym of a golden pen? Why do we exalt words, just scratches on deadened wood, to the name poetry? What is poetry? Thoughts and dreams and feeble shadows in a hazy night? What are thoughts? Dreams? Shadows? Night? Poetry? Prose? Is it all just gold-flaked dust? But it must be more than that. It must be. Because what else is there? What else distinguishes us from animals, except poems and dreams and the crawling night-fear tingle in your spine? Perhaps it is all just a fanciful dream, and perhaps Earth is a dusty dewdrop on a flower petal in a quiet field in the dim scarlet light of morning. Perhaps every blade of grass carries millions of worlds. Perhaps picking a flower of stepping on solid earth destroys universes. Perhaps we are killers, you and I. Are we? I wouldn't know. I'm just a poet, you kno…

AZ Book Tag//Can You Tell I'm a Potterhead?

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Hello, hello! Today I'm doing the AZ Book Tag, which I stole borrowed politely from Meredith @ On Stories and Words, who also loves the Penderwicks! YAY!



Author You've Read The Most From
Hmm.... L.M. Montgomery, since I've read... I think at least 13 of her books. Or probably Lemony Snicket/Pseudonymous Bosch, because between the two pen names I've read 16.

UPDATE: I realized that I've actually read at least 18 L.M. Montgomerys, so it's her. :)

Best Sequel Ever
Let me think about this. Probably I'd say Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Oh! Or The Dream Thieves. Or Anne of Avonlea. Or...

Currently Reading
I'm re-reading Pride and Prejudice and I'm reading Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Mass.

Drink of Choice While Reading
I don't usually drink while I read, though sometimes I eat. But hot chocolate is always amazing, so I'll go with that.

E-reader or Physical Book?
I like holding a book in my hands, though I do admire the accessibility and conveni…

"GROW"

"GROW" said she on a midnight bright
When the moon was glowing with a dangerous light
And the seedling shook and stood upright
And opened its leaves to the sky.

"GROW" said she when the world was dying
But no more came though it was trying
And the aging witch was weeping, crying
Tears of glass and stone.

"GROW"
but the old ones did not save them--
"GROW"
but the wildness still prevailed and--
"GROW"
through that whole forsaken land the--
"...grow?"
moonlight seemed so cold.

but now here the sun was rising--
bright and clear and gold and shining--
and the wind in the rushes now was sighing--
and the grow, the grow was done.

"GROW" was called throughout the forest,
"GROW" was cried throughout the land.
Youngest, oldest, richest poorest--
hand in hand in hand in hand--
....

as the flower grew the the sun.

-Ilse the Imaginer 4/23/17

Noses and Other Traits

Hello, Imaginers! I haven't posted much recently and I'm sorry. You know the drill--I was busy and I was just barely traveling for a week.

But! I have a post now to share with you. Enjoy.

I don't smell well. No, that's not a grammatical mistake; it's not that I smell bad, I'm just bad at smelling. I can't really distinguish any scents. Except maybe a little bit lemon? And really bad smells. But mostly, I am not the world's best sniffer. At all. A toddler of the age of two years can probably smell better than I can.

So why am I telling you this? It's just one of those things that doesn't come up often in real life but would come up if you were a book character. These little traits make characters so much more real. It's like if a character is allergic to wheat, or if they're always hungry, or if they have really dry hands. (By the way, SHOUTOUT TO MAGGIE STIEFVATER for being the one to finally write a character who had dry hands. Thank yo…

Spring

Hey guys! *waves*

Did you notice my NEW DESIGN?!! I'm kinda in love with it. I mean, I might not keep it, because it's fancy and scary and also no headers. But still. <3

I'm sorry. I have been inexcusably absent. However, I was busy; I had 2 weeks worth of visitors and Gilmore Girls and a birthday. (mine! :))

So I've not posted for a while and I'm sorry.

I just want to talk about Spring now. I think it deserves capitalization. I've been outside for, oh, two hours now? Just reading and doing homework and reading blog posts. It's so nice out here. Well, it was until the sun stopped shining.

This weather makes me want to bike up to the little park/mallish area near my house and get gelato. It makes me want to lie in the sun and breathe deeply. It makes me want to run around in the woods playing Capture the Flag.

It makes me want to grow a flower. It makes me want to grow a dream. It makes me want to write, but also to read, but also to do nothing at all.

It…

Beautiful People| Emma/ Hester/ Dandelion

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NOTE: When I originally posted this, some of the answers didn't save, but it's all fixed now. :) Thank you for your patience!

Hey y'all! I am doing the unheard of this month and:

a) doing Beautiful People TWO MONTHS IN A ROW
b) doing THE SAME NOVEL AS LAST TIME, and
c) doing three characters at once. I'm crazy, I know.


For those of you who don't know, Beautiful People is a monthly writerly link-up for characters hosted by super-bloggers Cait and Sky
So, I introduced you to James and Emma last month, and now I'm here to show you the whole protagonist triumvirate: 
EMMA: You know her. She's a quirky, (Rapunzel retelling!!) bookish, sort-of-Persephone-from-the-Raven-Cycle-by-Maggie-Stiefvater-but-saner character. She owns a bookstore. She's the main character.
HESTER: If Emma's Persephone, Hester is Calla. She's sarcastic and American (oh yeah, the book is set in London by the way) and has a tragic backstory (very tragic, actually. involving an i…

A Poem For You

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