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Random Scribbles of Cora-Blue Latiffa - Sa9+ Haiii, Amy here! The inspiration for this fic comes from Ashizzle [Hermione_Loves_Ron] as she is the ultimate trend setter ^_^ After a year of RPing Cora, I decided that people needed to see the real her :shifty: So here is a FF which is kind of like a diary, I guess. It will be a record of her thoughts and feelings, and will allow the real Cora-Blue Latiffa to be revealed :D April 1st: 1:12pm. Woopee. April Fool's Day. I can only wait for the tricks to start, most of which aimed at me. I don't understand the actual point in today. I've already had my robes charmed so that I can't get my arms through the sleeves. Aaargh! Oh, and to make matters worse [yet slightly more amusing], I believe that there is something going on between Cass Cass and Christian! Bahahaha. I even managed a sneaky eyebrow wiggle at them earlier. Things like that do tend to brighten my mood. A bit. Except seeing people together is just a constant reminder of how incredibly ALONE I am. I mean, even first years are all lovey dovey. Pfft. Although we have had a break through with the missing studentsies and what not. Turns out some gross black clam juice will help them. Strange, but that's magic for you. 1:34pm. Oh ha ha. I just went to have lunch. I only realised AFTER I'd taken a bite, that some idiot transfigured old socks to look like delicious chicken wings. Bleurgh. CLAP CLAP to whoever did it. Seriously, I bet there will be someone in Hogwarts who'll find it absolutely hilarious and give him a medal. And yes, I am being sarcastic. [Sense the tone.] 1:36pm. I do believe that the taste of sweaty socks will be with me forever. |
lol, this story is really good. PAMS PAMS ~Michelle~ PS yay first to post |
I like this too ^_^ Beautifully written :yes: |
Urgh. Sweaty socks? Nasty yucky yuck. Poor Cora :lol: (Will I ever get to see sweet musings of Cora's on Jamie? :shifty: Perhaps mentions of him and missing him? :lol: Bwahahha) Goodness, she's always been so cute ^___^ Maybe she needs extra, industrial strengthed mouthwash. :erm: |
Amy - Love your writing style, very amusing and interesting! I am hanging on the edge of my seat to read more. |
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UPDATE! April 2nd: 10:25am. It's actually unbelievable how unfunny my situation is. People have been avoiding me. It's not MY fault I now smell of socks. Boohoo! I can only imagine what Jamie would say if he were here. I expect he'd run a mile, and never look back. Then again, it wasn't as though we were the best of friends. 10:26am. It is terribly hard to not think about him though... April 3rd: 4:13pm. HUZZAH! My problem has been solved. It's amazing what little treats you can find in Honeydukes, and I managed to pick up some peppermints that have cured my sock smell. Although they are rather strong, and blew my head off. I went a bit red when I swallowed the first one, and I think I might have screamed. But it's not like it really matters. At least I don't smell anymore (: 4:15pm. Merlin's spotty pink underpants! Ever since yesterday Jamie has been haunting me. I stared at the letter he sent me for about an hour an a half yesterday. I probably know it off by heart now. I think I disturb some of the people in my dormitory a bit. Then again, I sort of disturb everyone. Except Marco, cause he's just as weird as me. 4:16pm. Hahahaa, I just remembered. In Transfiguration, we were using the spell 'portanis', which changes clothes. Marco's spell went a bit wrong, and he ended up half naked. Professor Pierce almost had a fit, but I think she liked it really. Actually, I shouldn't laugh at Denver, as I was just as bad. Somehow I managed to end up in a pink tutu, which as you can imagine was fairly embarassing. Will the humiliation ever stop? April 4th: 3:55pm. Hmm. I fear that Professor Lainey has finally gone coo-coo. There was this super exciting meeting in the broom cupboard on the fifth floor [interesting venue, I know.] Professor Branxton was helping us brew up this potion that is supposed to change studentsies back to normal. There we were, crushing beetles's eyes and what have you, when Lainey starts to prance around kissing us all. EEP! Oh I almost forgot! I sat next to Jack Langely in Transfig. He really does have the most lovely hair. I might ask it out on a date. His hair, not him. No don't be silly, I do NOT like Jack Langley. Gwenny Gwen Gwen and Emma were giving me funny looks. How terrible. |
Seems you read mine, I'll read yours too... AWESOME.. Seriously.. I really like it. |
Wow.. Kayy Amy loove, this is awesome. The more of a fan I am of Cora- this really is a yummy treat. Simply Lovve Cora. Can't wait for more. Three Yayys for Cora and the amazing Diary of hers. :lol: |
Yay! Everyone should read this and discover what a great charrie Cora is! |
Lovely Diary Amy! I always wanted to know more about Cora, and this is just great! Shall be back for more! Quote:
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Teehee "studentsies" I made an appearance! :D Latiffa lurves Langley!! :P |
Oh Oh. JACK WAS MENTIONED! XD I love Cora's diary. It's very amusing. :D I'll be stalking. |
AWWWW haha she DID mention Jamie. Heehee. He didn't HATE her. xD Really. I just never was around to play long :( Or else they'd have been better friends. That's why I had him write that letter. :shifty: Heehee I seem to have set a trend. Lots of people want Charrie Journals now :lol: |
Yay you posted. It was brilliant, just like the first one. hehe, PAMS |
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Thanks Katieeee :tackle: Quote:
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Thanks for all the compliments guys, SHALL BE UPDATING LATER TODAY OR TOMORROW :D |
Very amusing. PAMS! |
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April 5th: 4:35am. Oh man. Will this headache ever stop? I've been moaning and groaning all night, and the people sharing my dorm have started to get angry. Angry and very, very scared. It's not my faaaaault! All these boy confuzzling situations have driven me insane. And given me a migrane. It's so unfair. I mean, Jamie's letter is sort of haunting me. I may have obtained a really weird obbsession, cause I read the letter at least once everyday. Merrrr. 8:30am. Bleeeurgh. I actually fell asleep in my cereal a minute ago. How utterly embarassing. Death by drowning April 6th: 10:45am. Lovely. I actually had a good nights sleep last night. It was great. I didn't get ANY weird looks from ANYONE. Teehee. I'm feeling much, much better. The dark circles under my eyes are history. Never to return! Bwahaaa. People don't understand me at five in the morning. They should no better than to glare at me across the room when my head is pretty much splitting down the middle. Fools. 8:52pm. And I still haven't really got anywhere on the Jack situation. It's almost as though his hair is calling to me. And his name has oddly popped up three times in the last two hours. It's fate. I'm meant to be with his hair. MEANT TO BE WITH HIS HAIR. 8:53pm. His name just popped up again. In my book. The character was called JACK :o |
Bwaha. Jack and his hair. :lol: -pets Cora- Can't wait for the big update tomorrow! |
:lol: I can't believe I didn't see this until now :D Emma made an appearance in it! :woot: This is cute, can't wait for more ^_^ |
I will! I will do....do....what was I going to do again? Anyway, awesome! |
:lol: AWWWWWWWWWWW! *Loves Cora more* She is so rocking :lmao: This is just too amusing really. Can't wait for more.. :lol: |
Oooh, a big update is coming, can't wait! Great job! |
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April 7th: 8:15am. It was actually quite shocking to wake up this morning and see the sun. It's almost as though that shiny thing had gone on holiday for a while. But it's back now. I seriously doubt how long it will stay sunny. And even though the sun is out, it's still absolutely FREEZING out. I stuck my head out of the window to feel the sun on my face, but all I got was a gust a wind and a cold. Pfft. How unfair. I didn't even bother dressing warm, because I am SO determined that it will get hotter throughout the day. IT WIIIILL! 10:35am. How is it possibly fair that I have both Jamie AND Jack's hair in my head? Life was hard enough just thinking of Jamie, but Jack's managed to poke his little head into the picture now. Silly boys. Will they never learn to not be so utterly adorable? Even though the day is bright, it's raining in my life. Per usual. Wow, I've never been that poetical like...EVER. Tehee. 1:45pm. Could lunch be anymore gross? I highly doubt it. 9:05pm. Yawwwwwn. I've been stretching all over for the Common Room, and still...God has yet to enlighten me on my situation. I've decided that rather than moping about, waiting for the miracle of all miracles to be thrust upon me, I may as well get a good night's sleep. So here is Cora-Blue Latiffa, signing off for the night. To be perfectly honest, my pillow has never felt more comfortable. 11:55pm. Yeah, so much for good night's sleep. Stupid OWL outside my window *throws rock at it.* GAH. Seriously. This is the only night for about four months that I've actually made an effort to go to bed early, and it's RUINED by an annoying owl that refuses to close its beak. I may have to get out my secret supply of dungbombs and start pelting it with stuff. Now that's what I call a plan and a half. I do believe this is an appropriate time for the 'evil plan laugh': BWAHAHAHAHA! April 8th: 5:10am. That is possibly the worst and most uncomfortable night's sleep 2:30pm. I thought I'd go for a bit of a wander today. Y'know, go somewhere I hadn't really explored very much of. The only place I could think of that wasn't crawling with firsties, was the Veggie Patch. Yes, yes, there was the occasional firstie running around looking for their long, lost lover or what not, but generally, it was quieter. It was quieter than the lake, that's for sure. So there I was, shuffling about on a particularly large and slippery pumpkin when BAM. There he was. Strolling along like he had a perfectly perfect life. Which he probably does, thinking about it. Jack's hair! But then...Jack put his hand in the air. It wasn't like a wave, just sort of a salute-type-thingy. I did the same, but I think we may have looked just a tad weird. Once he was sure it was me, he came over. Yes, OMGGGG I know. Hehehehe. And then we just sort of...chatted. Like we were friends or something. But MAAAN, it was just oh so cold. And then do you know what? HE GAVE ME HIS JUMPER. Jack Langley gave me his JUMPER. His scent is a thousand million trillion times better than a field of roses. I swear I almsot fell of the pumpkin. Actually, I did. But that's a story for another time. 2:35pm. Dash. Double dash and NUUUUU. My sources tell me that Jack likes some mean old GIRL. |
:xd: Their hair has entered Cora's head. By osmosis :lol: Who says Coulter is nice? Maybe she's a hag :lol: |
Heeeeeeeeeey. Bella is not fat! *pout* If it makes you her feel any better, Bella's not too keen on Cora either. :P |
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