Lili Rochefort

I want my penguins back.

((ooc: Her canon power is summoning penguins at will, so Hogwarts would have had hundreds of them derping around earlier.))

San Fransisco was lovely, but it's time to go back to England. School's starting up, and I've got to be there early. It's still a little bizarre, thinking that I'm not there to learn, I'm there to teach.

I suppose I should go pack. It should be easy, I've been living out of my trunk all summer, after all. Although, I should get some nicer things to replace the uniform.

At exactly one year ago today, I was dead. Down to the minute.

It was only for a few moments, but it's amazing how much can change in just a year. Dead to alive. In love, to not, more than once. From Monaco, to England, to America. From a double, no, a triple life, to just the one. Hogwarts student to Hogwarts staff...from daddy's little angel to an awkward stranger. Things can change so fast. There are still a few years left, who knows how things will end up, then?

That incident, the one with the dying, it was quite the wake-up call for me. The thing about waking up, though, is that eventually, you have to go back to sleep. If you don't, then you start to break down, you don't function properly.

I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of. I was always much happier asleep, and so was everyone around me. So, just for a little while, then.

Father was invited to the Ministry picnic this weekend. He says I should come and see him, but I don't think I will. It's disgusting that this event is even taking place, with this Voldemort fellow and his friends still on the loose. Surely, there's a more productive way for them to use their time than feasting and playing games.

People are dying. Not in the middle of nowhere, where none of us are affected, in Bristol now. They've gotten into the cities. That Hufflepuff boy lost his father.

It's hideous.

[filtered from Alfred...]

Busted lip. Does anyone know any spells for that particular affliction? I would like it to be gone entirely. I have...fifteen minutes, give or take.

[Private to Jules]

If you still want to know, everything's going to be fine. We're getting everything worked out.

Thank you for allowing me to invade your room for the last couple of weeks.

[Private to Alfred]

Is that offer still valid? I'm not going home yet.

[/Private]

Goodbye, Hogwarts. It's been wonderful. Even after everything, I'm glad I moved here from Beuxbatons. I'll miss it.

Good luck next year, Slytherin. And thank you for the yearbook votes. I'm flattered.

First day of NEWTs is down, then. I don't think I'll do any more studying, there comes a point where trying to cram more information into your head is more harmful than anything else.

Good luck, everyone.

[Looooooong pause.]

Father's day is the weekend of our release. I haven't decided yet what I should do for it. I should.

[Private to Alfred + Jules]

Monsieur Bachant came to my house the day before Easter. He spoke to my father before I realized he was there. I don't think I'll go home.

[/Private]

I should have done more studying over the break. With NEWTs coming up, there's hardly time for anything else. I certainly don't envy those of you who have another Quidditch game to worry about on top of exams. It always gets so much more difficult to concentrate at the end of the year...

In any case, good luck, everyone.

[She found this thing on the table where she was when she first got here, so little Lili figured it out before too long. The problem, though, is that all the words are in English, and while Sebastian has taught her a little, she doesn't know nearly enough to read. So she yells into the little book in awkward English, with a very heavy French accent, as opposed to the lighter one she has at seventeen.]

HELLO! I am Emilie, who are you? Please take me home. My daddy will be worried.

[Filtered to Slytherin, addressed to the team]

Listen. Georgia, Eridan, the two of you especially, you're both embarrassments. I do not care if you hate each other, I do not care about your heritage, I care about winning the Quidditch Cup. So I except you to keep yourselves together. After the weekend, do as you please, but you will behave as adults when you are on the pitch. If we lose because you're too childish to play nice, the rest of the year will be very long and painful for the both of you, I promise.

That goes for everyone.

Don't let the fiasco at the memorial drag down your performance. Whether you have Muggle parents, or you're being blamed and glared at in the hallways. We're better than that, and we're stronger than that, if not being liked was something worth quitting over, we would have done so months ago. If the rest of the school wants to blame Slytherin, let them. Their anger will make them reckless.

[Private - Georgia and Dave]

Are the two of you alright? If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know.