Duncan Chakor Harper

Private to Students of Hogwarts excluding Seventh Year Prefects, Head Boy and Girl, and Moira Ackerley

So, with another weekend coming to close and a dreary week of classes ahead of us, I figured I'd toss this up. Some of you will know the talk about a game of dares. After discussing it with a few people, I've come up with some rules for it to make sure it stays fun and no one gets hurt in the matter.

So the basic set up for the game is that we'll all start off at the same level in regards to the intensity of the dares. First level will be child's play sort of dares. As soon as you complete the first level, you go to the next level. And so on and so forth. If you get to a point where you are not comfortable with the dares, you can chose to stay at the last level of intensity you completed successfully. You'll be out of the running for dare king or queen though, which will basically be whoever achieves the highest level of dares.

Now for the rules.

Rule one: Even though the intensity of the dares will get more extreme, the dares should stay at a level where the worst punishment anyone would get if the dare went bad is a deduction of house points and detentions. This is meant to be fun, we don't want anyone expelled or tossed in jail for it.

Rule two: Any dares involving an outside party should be left vague in order for the dare taker's comfort. Rather than saying 'Give X a full out snog on the lips in the Great Hall', leave it as 'Give X a kiss' or 'Full out snog a girl'. That way, those who are more adventurous can go as far as they'd like, but those who are a bit shyer will not feel intimidated. After all, a kiss can mean many different things. The more creative the better.

Rule three: Don't go blabbing about this to authority figures. Like I've said already, it's meant to be fun. Getting put into detention just because of things said here or because of proposed dares is no fun.

If anyone else has any other rules to add, feel free to mention them below.

Currently this entry is warded to exclude the Head Boy, Head Girl, Seventh Year Prefects, and Moira Ackerley. If you think any of those people would be interested in actual participating, leave a note and I'll add them to the ward. If any of you reading are uncomfortable with the idea of this or wish to not be included in this ward, also please leave a note and I'll take you off of it.

List of those participating so far:
-Chakor Harper
-ZJ Dillonsby
-Andy Kirke
-Ginny Weasley
-Luna Lovegood
-Zach Smith
-Sam Capper
-Eliot Quirke

Warded Private to non-Prefect Students of Hogwarts and Sam Capper

So, with the dance gone, the our first Quidditch game finished, and the flutter of owls quieted, who's up for a bit of excitement now that we only have Hogsmeade to look forward to this weekend? What I propose is a game of dares. Low key of course. The most serious outcome we'd want from these dares going wrong is simply some lost house points and detentions, clear?

Anyone game?

Luna, would you do me the honor of attending the dance with me? If you would prefer to get to know me at a more low-key time, I'll understand.

Hey Weasley. What color is your lost Pygmypuff again?

Since it is getting to be that time of year when everyone gets little hearts in their eyes and scrambling to have that special someone to shower with chocolates, rose petals, and skimpy underthings, people have been talking about all this lovey dovey stuff. Including flowers, roses to be specific.

So, it's gotten me curious. What is everyone's favorite flower? And this question isn't just for the ladies. Guys can have a favorite flower too. And I'm talking all flowers here, not just the cut ones you can buy from a shop.

To get everyone started, my favorite is frangipani.



To add another level to this, frangipani stand for shelter and protection as well as enlightenment in a way.

So, if the steam of amortentia is supposed to smell like whatever attracts you most, does the smoke that results from a cauldron full of it splashing onto a flame follow the same rules?

I hope not, otherwise my continued love life is doomed because the smell of burnt butterscotch makes me want to vomit rather than think of kissing girls.

( Strum away )