You were born on 11/5/1979, which was a Red Fire Rat Day. The Day Mater is Fire, therefore you are a Fire-type person.
Year 2003 is a year of Black Water Sheep. The major elements in this year are Water and Earth.
Water is your Career Star. When the Career Star appears in your cycle, you will be supervised rigorously from parents, boss or teachers and feel more pressured on your job. You will become more conservative and have less courage. Your determination and decision will be weaker. It's easier to lose friendships during this period. Sometimes, you feel you are alone and rejected in a social group. Be careful if someone tries to stab your back. There is a chance you may lose money, and may even have to go to court. Also, pay attention to the troubles coming from your relatives. Finally, you won't sleep well in a noisy environment.
When will these events happen? The energy chi of Water starts from November 2002, pauses in May 2003, restarts in October, and peaks in November and December 2003.
Earth is your Child Star. When the Child Star appears in your cycle, you have no fear and like to argue with teachers, boss or parents. Sometimes, you cannot handle your temper well and like to use an offensive language. You become more talkative and considerate than before and cannot keep a secret. So you have to watch your language and words. Since you are good at expressing yourself during this period, it's a good time to write something about your thoughts. If you can express something special, then you can gain your credibility and perhaps become famous. So you will be busy and might have to do more than one job.
When will these events happen? The energy chi of Earth starts from July 2003. The precursor months are May and June 2003. The peak months are July 2003, October 2003 and January 2004.
"Mind your tongue, there are children around." Harry let Hedwig out of the cage. In greeting, she perched on his arm and cooed for a bit before taking off to the Owlery. The cage was a lovely pewter of Bavarian origin, and he wondered if Draco had bought it just for her. Draco had always enjoyed flaunting his material wealth.
Draco rolled his eyes. "As though you never said the same at their age."
"Yes, but we're the role models here," Harry said, letting him in a faculty entrance. Draco brushed past him, deliberately jostling. He hadn't expected the heavy black cloak-- it made Potter look like a red-handed vampire. Well. Twelve years hadn't softened Harry's build, that was certain. Then again, he had been playing for Puddlemere for a while. The forbidding wardrobe did little to conceal the same old Harry Potter. Still couldn't find a comb enchanted enough to control his hair.
They fell in step, cloaks swirling. Their respective areas of expertise, while wildly different, had trained them to mask the sounds of a second person. Draco had the feeling Potter was just as curious about his former nemesis and current... colleague. "So now I'm a role model?"
Harry looked at Draco sharply. "Don't flatter yourself," he said finally. Juggling the cage and the bag of sweets, he came to a stop in the middle of the corridor. He pressed his hand to the stone, then gestured for Draco through the fake wall. "You can stow your things in my quarters in the meantime."
Draco made a mental note of the odd glance. He looked around Harry's modest suite. It wasn't as stuffy as it looked-- indeed the first thing Potter did was open a window. The inevitable educator's clutter was confined to a study nook. Every object seemed to rest in a cherished place, giving the otherwise museum-like collection a lived-in air. "Emerald green? Turned Slytherin in your old age, Potter?"
"No." With a brief whiff of spun sugar and sweat, Harry took off his heavy cloak... and chose another one, seemingly for indoor use. "It was my Mum's favorite."
Draco had nothing to say to that.
"It's also more soothing than scarlet and gold," added Harry. "Have a seat anywhere. I'll get some tea ready."
Frowning to himself, Draco dusted off an armchair before sitting. He had a bad feeling about this. Or perhaps a bad feeling about Potter. Their school years had accustomed him to the openness of Harry's expression -- so easy to read, and a pleasure to manipulate. He'd assumed from the casual tone of Harry's letters that he would be just the same in person. Now, despite the earlier flash of startlement, this Professor Potter wore a polite mask which Draco could not penetrate. It was even more disturbing given that Draco's profession and, quite often, his life depended on his ability to read faces.
Draco pitched his voice to be heard over Potter's bustling in the other room. "I find that hard to believe."
"What, the color scheme? D'you have any idea how many times my dormitory bed was ripped apart under sinister circumstances? Hogwarts may be my home, but I'd rather not sleep with blood-red curtains, thanks." Harry emerged with a pot of tea and some ginger biscuits. "I can't believe you're here, Malfoy. Being reasonably civil, too."
"Draco," he corrected, wincing. "Or Dag. That's my glamoured name." He poured some tea.
"You can call me Professor, then," Harry smirked. His green eyes seemed cooler than Draco remembered. "Snape didn't tell me you were coming."
"I thought you didn't want him to know. Going over his head or something, going straight to Dumbledore."
Harry blinked. "What? Why would you think that?"
Draco sat up, scowling like an offended cat. "You don't expect me to--"
The sudden atmospheric chill was interrupted when the door burst open. "Harry!" It was McGonagall. "Oh, beg pardon. I didn't know you were entertaining."
Harry was on his feet. The other professors only sought him out here in emergencies. "No trouble, Minerva. What's wrong?"
"Some of the third years has wandered into the Forest! Sorenson's group and Cloris' group are unaccounted for. And there are broomsticks missing from the Quidditch shed."
Harry groaned. "Gryffindor and Slytherin. Sounds like a bet. How long?"
"Well over an hour. On foot, it's one thing..."
"By broom, they could be anywhere. Accio Flamestrike!" The polished, professional broomstick slapped into his hand.
Draco was up. "I can help, if you like. I've a late model Firebolt."
McGonagall stared at Draco. Fighting off the disconcerting feeling that he was going to lose House points, he stood up straighter. He'd forgotten about his glamour. "Dag Traugott. A pleasure, professor."
Harry clenched his fists. Typical Malfoy to be snapping at him one second and turning on the charm the next. The nerve! But he knew Sorenson, Burkes, Grewal, and the rest of their gang were catalysts for trouble. Cloris and Randolph and their cronies hadn't quite gotten the hang of ignoring their baiting. Add in Hagrid's starry-eyed mention of certain forest dwellers' mating battles, and it was a recipe for disaster. They needed all the help they could muster. "He's trustworthy, Minerva. Won't run astray of the beasties. Right?"
"Right," echoed Draco with a certain degree of disdain. As though he couldn't handle himself against dangerous beasts. He'd thought Harry Potter, of all people, would know better than that.
Draco strode out, trying to recall the topography of the grounds, when a hand clamped on his shoulder. He tensed. At wand-point, his first instinct was to jab with his elbow, grab the throat, and start hexing. The only thing which stopped him was the knowledge that Potter was one of the few people in the world who could dodge at close quarters.
"Praecaveo," Harry said, and the wand tickled Draco's ribs.
"What did you say, Harry?" Minerva looked back at the two men. Harry had already stepped away, and was locking and warding his quarters.
"Nothing. Let's go. Time's of the essence," said Harry, ignoring Draco's glare. A protection spell! The nerve!
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Ophelia wrinkled her nose. Her shoes tapped impatiently on the wide window ledge. "Would you calm down, Safa?"
"Cool off, dear, Burkes has gotten out of worse." Lilith Bathory frowned; she was worried too, but she was trying not to show it.
Safa al-Mari turned sharply in their small corner in the Slytherin common room. "But you saw what Cloris did to that Hufflepuff. He's a horrid trickster, and he gets away with everything."
Lilith shook her head. "We're Slytherins. And Burkes is an ace on the broom."
Ophelia looked from one to the other. She had taken a calculated risk insinuating herself into an established friendship. Safa's father was new money, but she herself had a shrewd eye for plots and deception, if not the stomach for it. Lilith's family was as old as the Malfoys. While the dark-haired girl was rather sharp for her age, Ophelia found a like-minded ally in her. Pureblooded Lilith was quite free with her information and colorful opinions--two things Ophelia had missed during her childhood as an orphan and a not-Malfoy.
As for Nathan Burkes, she'd met him only twice before. She judged him reckless, even for a Slytherin; his only loyalty seemed to be to his gang of thugs and to Lilith, whom he treated as a sister. It would be just like Burkes to get himself killed in the Forbidden Forest, and take a few down with him. As it was, a group of fourth and fifth years were already plotting suitable reparations for the points inevitably lost. Everyone had seen the standoff in the middle of Hogsmeade's High Street.
However, Ophelia elected not to mention this. "I've known blokes like him, Safa. They're rotters but they skin out of messes like this."
"I hope you're right, Ophie," said Safa. Lilith flashed a grin over Safa's head, approvingly. "Oh! I can't stand it. Let's go find a turret, I want to see them come in."
Lilith shrugged. "Fine. Till curfew. I don't fancy serving detention with the rest of Burkes' lot. Or for that matter, the Gryffs."
"Right." Ophelia hopped off the ledge. Perhaps she'd ask Lilith about Burkes and his family. As the three girls swept out of the dungeons, she remembered to hold her head high. The last Malfoy could not be seen slouching.
The introspective, romantic type. Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.
The Sensitive, Withdrawn Type:
Expressive, Dramatic, Self-Absorbed, and Temperamental
(The Avoidant, Depressive, and Narcissistic Personality Disorders)
Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significance
Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an identity)
Enneagram Four with a Three-Wing: "The Aristocrat"
Enneagram Four with a Five-Wing: "The Bohemian"
Healthy: Self-aware, introspective, on the "search for self," aware of feelings and inner impulses. Sensitive and intuitive both to self and others: gentle, tactful, compassionate. / Highly personal, individualistic, "true to self." Self-revealing, emotionally honest, humane. Ironic view of self and life: can be serious and funny, vulnerable and emotionally strong. At Their Best: Profoundly creative, expressing the personal and the universal, possibly in a work of art. Inspired, self-renewing and regenerating: able to transform all their experiences into something valuable: self-creative.
Average: Take an artistic, romantic orientation to life, creating a beautiful, aesthetic environment to cultivate and prolong personal feelings. Heighten reality through fantasy, passionate feelings, and the imagination. / To stay in touch with feelings, they interiorize everything, taking everything personally, but become self-absorbed and introverted, moody and hypersensitive, shy and self-conscious, unable to be spontaneous or to "get out of themselves." Stay withdrawn to protect their self-image and to buy time to sort out feelings. / Gradually think that they are different from others, and feel that they are exempt from living as everyone else does. They become melancholy dreamers, disdainful, decadent, and sensual, living in a fantasy world. Self-pity and envy of others leads to self-indulgence, and to becoming increasingly impractical, unproductive, effete, and precious.
Unhealthy: When dreams fail, become self-inhibiting and angry at self, depressed and alienated from self and others, blocked and emotionally paralyzed. Ashamed of self, fatigued and unable to function. / Tormented by delusional self-contempt, self-reproaches, self-hatred, and morbid thoughts: everything is a source of torment. Blaming others, they drive away anyone who tries to help them. / Despairing, feel hopeless and become self-destructive, possibly abusing alcohol or drugs to escape. In the extreme: emotional breakdown or suicide is likely.
Key Motivations: Want to express themselves and their individuality, to create and surround themselves with beauty, to maintain certain moods and feelings, to withdraw to protect their self-image, to take care of emotional needs before attending to anything else, to attract a "rescuer".
Examples: Ingmar Bergman, Alan Watts, Sarah McLachlan, Alanis Morrisette, Paul Simon, Jeremy Irons, Patrick Stewart, Joseph Fiennes, Martha Graham, Bob Dylan, Miles Davis, Johnny Depp, Anne Rice, Rudolph Nureyev, J.D. Salinger, Anaîs Nin, Marcel Proust, Maria Callas, Tennessee Williams, Edgar Allan Poe, Annie Lennox, Prince, Michael Jackson, Virginia Woolf, Judy Garland, "Blanche DuBois" (Streetcar Named Desire).
1,3,5,6,7,9 scored next highest. (The Reformer, The Achiever, The Investigator, The Loyalist, The Enthusiast, The Peacemaker.) On the mark, I'd say. I'm not surprised they all tied.
You're fire! In general you're not a mean person but you can be very quick tempered, and boy, WHAT A TEMPER YOU CAN HAVE. You are angered very easily and you sometimes have anti-social habits.
10:40 AM
10:40. 1.14.03. Still don't know what I want.
10:41. 1.14.03. Am survivor. Can live without what I need.
12:40 AM
Herself is mysterious and enigmatic; deep, perceptive, powerful, passionate and terribly, terribly sexy! The sentence above must be true because Herself is a Scorpio and Scorpios as we all know are infamous for their interest in... well now, here's a funny thing. Despite what they say, Scorpios are not actually quite as wild and wicked as they are painted. Herself has, it must be said, a very hypnotic appeal but what's truly mesmerising about Herself is not her pout but her perspicacity. Herself has an uncanny, almost spooky to see right through you. She can make you feel naked and exposed just by casting one meaningful glance in your direction. What she is looking at though, when she peers below the surface, is not your underwear but your underlying intention! "Where are you coming from? What are you up to? Can you be trusted? Are you going to tell the truth?" These are the questions that Herself subconsciously fires out as soon as she sees you. Her inner radar never fails to provide her with the right answer. She is sensitive beyond measure, and it is partly to protect her own sensitivity that she scrutinises people so thoroughly.
There is another reason why Herself is so keen to see into your soul: she needs to know how sensitive you are. She knows from long, bitter experience that not many people can take the kind of candour that she cannot help but dispense. Herself is not a person to mince her words, hold back her opinions or shy away from taboo topics. She doesn't want to cause offence, nor does she want to waste her time, so she picks her confidantes carefully. All of which brings us back to where we began. If you are sensitive enough to appreciate Herself's special qualities you will consider that there is something exceptionally sexy about her and she will feel the same way about you. So perhaps Herself is living proof that it is true what they say about Scorpios after all.
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Monday, January 13, 2003
11:27 PM
snake's restless
smelling blood
in my teeth
on my face
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