This is a test or the Mii-mergency Blogcasting System

AKA, this is a blog post of random subjects. The first subject: DOES ANYONE SERIOUSLY READ THIS STUPID BLOG?? I wouldn't blame you if you don't, but I would be very happy if you did. AND POSTED OCCASIONALLY. I mean, would it KILL YOU to leave a comment every once and a while? Yes? Well...I'll admit I wasn't expecting THAT answer...

But seriously, the sidebar claims there are eight PWMRLMB, and yet...I think only one of you has posted on more than one blog post...and even that one PWMRLMB only posts ocasionally... It makes Mii so sad... *sniff*


Next Subject: Vacation!!! We went on one last week, for the whole week. First time we've gone away from home for a week since the Mayo trip, and first time we've gone on a week-long REAL vacation. I mean, you can't really count the medical wonders of Mayo a real vacation when I was being poked and proded a lot of the time. *shakes head* But this vacation was waaaaaay fun! We rented a cottage UP North, did a lot of fishing (I get guilty for a short period of time when I catch fish that are actually big enough to keep... >.> Yes, I'm a strange person...), saw some cool sights, did more fishing, lost a hat in the wind, took a ton of pictures, saw some relatives, got a Cabbage Patch doll from grandma (...>.>...<.<...) then came home. *sigh* It was soooooo much fun!! I loved it. Plus, it's not all over yet! Tomorrow we're leaving for a different location for a couple days. =)

Another Subject: Birthday!! I'm having a birthday soon!!! I shall not tell you when it is or how old I will be turning, I shall let you guess. *NOTE* THHers, you don't get to guess correctly, because you'll all ready know. And I don't want any cheating. =P

Final Subject: If any of you read my fanfics, I would love to know what you think of them. If you don't, that's fine. I'll keep writing them anyways.

This has merely been a test of the Mii-mergency Blogcasting System. Thank you for tuning in.

Story Called Life

It's not just a plot twist or a crazy scheme.
It's not just a memory or a forgotten dream.
It's more than how the dice have been played,
And it's more than how the cards have been layed.

Perhaps, in the grand old scheme of things,
Someone has flown away on golden wings.
Maybe, you've thought you had it all planed out,
To find that there's something to make you shout.

But worry not, for it's not random chance.
There's someone above who has had it all planned.
The plot of your life was written by His hands,
Whether we like it or not,
He was watching from the stands.

So even though you think you may have lost,
Or you think that your own dreams have surely been tossed,
Remember that God is there for you with a friend,
Even when it appears that you have...reached your end.

Lame title...wrote it when I found out an Internet buddy of mine had cancer and wasn't supposed to live past this month...decided to post it today.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-seven

I woke up the next morning to the sweet smell of waffles. I opened my eyes and smiled. It smelled soooooo goooood... I hopped off the couch and stretched then looked around. Jazz wasn't on her couch anymore, so I guessed she was all ready up and about. I walked out to the kitchen and smiled at everyone gathered there. Jazz was the only one missing, actually.

"Morning, Max!" Jessie said with a wide smile on her face. There was a pile of waffles on a plate on the table. I wanted to dive into them then and there. "Jazz is in the bathroom changing into some clothes I'm lending her. Well, I guess it's more like giving them to her...'cause I don't think I'll be getting them back... But that's okay. She's good with a T-shirt and old pair of jeans, and I have plenty of those. You can have some if you want, too. You'll have to put wing holes in them, though, because I don't have those in my shirts and stuff..." Jessie continued babbling as Jazz walked into the kitchen. She slid into a chair at the table and smiled at me.

"Nice hair." She said teasingly. I made a face at her that said "Haha, but not really" then turned to Jessie's mom.

"Is it okay if I get changed before eating, too?" I asked, trying my best to be polite. She nodded, her back turned to me and I smiled.

"Come on! I'll help ya get some clothes!" Jessie said, leading me to her room. Turns out, the only thing I wanted from her clothes was a T-shirt and an old pair of jeans. She had all girly clothes...not what I wanted in a fight.

I quickly got changed because I really wanted to eat. I glanced in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess. It was all poofy and weird... I tried patting it down and frowned, then quickly picked up the nearest hairbrush and tried to brush my hair, but it was more like I was ripping hair out of my head. Once my hair was mostly under control, I dashed back to the kitchen and sat down at the small table. Jazz was all ready eating, so I figured I could dig in too. Let me tell ya... I love waffles.

After breakfast, I tried to help with dishes, but ended up breaking my plate, so then I just asked Jessie if I could look at her computer to see if Fang had sent a message back. She turned the computer on for me then let me use it in private, which I thought was rather nice. I immediately opened my messages and saw one from Fang. I smiled and read it, gather where they were. I sent a quick message back then signed out and went back to Jazz and told her what Fang had said (away from the family, of course).

"So, when are we gonna head out?" Jazz asked. I shrugged.

"We'll see what happens, I guess. Maybe we could get them to give us a ride, because you can't fly..." I replied slowly.

"Okay, well, you figure that out and I'm gonna go send an email to my mom." Jazz said with a smile. She stood up and left, leaving me to think out a plan...

>.< I'm such a bad girl...

I've not updated in FOREVER! Bad Mii!

Well, a happy Labor Day to you all. Sorry, no poem or anything for today... I know, lame. I'm so lame! *sobs* School starts tomorrow... That should make life a bit more interresting. You guys excited or dreading it? My brain is in denial that summer is supposed to be over... I don't want it to be over. It hasn't felt like summer... I don't think I've gone swimming at all this summer... *thinks hard* No...I don't think I have... =O It's so sad! =(

Well, I hope you all have a fabulous first day of school tomorrow. And good luuuuck! =)

*Edit! I swam at camp!*

HP, Chapter 14

Albus slumped down in the chair in front of the fire and sighed. He closed his eyes for a minute, recalling the events that had just happened. Scorpio was an angry little man... He was about an inch shorter than Albus and much paler, but that didn't mean he wasn't scary. He could probably pull off more with a wand than Albus could... And that was probably the scariest part. They hadn't even started learning spells you could use in a wizard duel...

"Are you all right, Albus?" Derek suddenly asked. He had appeared next to Albus while his eyes were closed.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine..." Albus said softly, coming out of his daze.

"You don't look fine..." Derek came up so he was standing right next to Albus's chair, studying him closely.

"Just...don't worry about it, okay?" Albus finished quickly. Derek looked around uncomfortably until a sudden crash made both him and Albus jump. And everyone else in the room. Everyone turned to see who it was, and to none of Albus's surprise, it was Samantha. She was standing next to a small, tipped over table, cringing. She slowly looked around the room and smiled sheepishly. James suddenly walked up behind her, put a hand on her shoulder and shrugged with a smile.

"What can I say? She's a clutz." He said simply, then pulled her away from the scene of the crime.

"Sorry..." Samantha said softly as everyone started turning back to their previous conversations. James led Samantha over to Albus and Derek and smiled. The two stared back at him blankly. James and Samantha both raised an eyebrow at the same time.

"So, how have you two been?" James suddenly asked, faking enthusiasm. Neither of the other boys answered. James looked at Samantha awkwardly, and she looked back with the same expression.

"You know what would be cool?" Samantha randomly said after a moment.

"What?" James asked.

"If I could break out into song and dance randomly and people wouldn't give me those weird looks." Samantha replied. Suddenly, she gasped and her eyes lit up. "Life should be a musical!!" She exclaimed, looking at James excitedly. James stared at her, confused for a moment, then a mischevious light danced in his eyes.

"You just gave me the most brilliant idea..." He said, looking around the room with a suspicious smile on his face. Samantha looked at him with a confused expression on her face.

"What kind of an idea?" Holly's voice suddenly asked from behind him.

"None of your buisness. Yet." James replied, then he grabbed Samantha's arm and dragged her to a corner of the room no one was gathered in.

"That was weird..." Derek said slowly. Holly nodded.

"Where's Peter?" She suddenly asked.

"Don't know." Albus replied with a shrug. Suddenly, as if on cue, Peter appeared.

"Guys, I've got some bad news." He said, panting.

"Define bad news." Derek said as they all turned to look at him.

"Tonight's a full moon." He replied, a rather worried expression on his face. The others all stared at him with wide eyes. "You know what that means, right?" He whispered.

"It means the werewolves will be out tonight..." Holly breathed. Albus swallowed hard. He didn't like the sound of that...

HP, Chapter 13

"Scruffy, how did you become a werewolf? If you don't mind my asking..." Andrea asked. They were all roasting fish over the fire, and it looked rather uncivilized. But it was food, and Andrea needed to eat it. But she didn't want to eat it raw. She never had been a fan of sushi...

"Well, the becomin' part ain't that long of a story..." Scruffy mumbled, rotating the stick with the fish on it. "So I suppose I could tell it to ya." He finished and took a deep breath.

"I was about four years old when it happened. I was sittin' outside in the front yard. We lived waaay out in the country, mind you, so we didn't have any close neighbors. So, it was dark, I was outside with my family, and all of a sudden, outta the woods came a werewolf. Came right at me, probably because I was the smallest. And closest. Mum came runnin' at the beast, but dad got their first with his riffle in hand. Now, he didn't kill the thing, just shot it in the leg and knocked it over the head with the butt of the gun.

"Mum ran right up and scooped me up in her arms. Dad stopped the bleedin' on both me and the werewolf, then we all rushed to the hospital via the floo network. Dad actually brought the beast along with us. Amazing man, my dad was..." Scruffy gazed into the fire for a moment before continuing. "We got the funniest looks in the hospital, mum told me, because dad had a werewolf slung over his shoulder.

"They worked on me that night to close up my wounds and try to help stop me from becomin' a beast too... Still got some of the scars from when I got all scratched up by the thing." Scruffy rolled up his sleeve all the way to reveal a scar running down his shoulder. "'Course, I still am a werewolf... They didn't stop that." Scruffy rolled down his sleeve and shrugged.

"Archie says you're not a bad werewolf, though... How is that possible? And what's the difference between a good werewolf and a bad one?" Andrea asked, glancing up at Scruffy then quickly looking away.

"Well, my family starting searchin' high and low for a possible cure or somethin' to help me with not bein' a vicious monster. My mum came across a potion that can help a bit, and started me on it right away. I think the book said I was only supposed to take it during the week of a full moon, but mum and dad had me on it every night. Took it the same time, every night of every week. When the first full moon came around, I was a monstrous little thing. 'Course, I don't remember it, but everyone told me I was a fuzzy little rascal. They tried to train me, but I kept trying to bite my older brother and sister, so they had to lock me up in a kennel. It was for my own good, really. I'd wake up the next morning in the kennel and cry until someone woke up and got me out. By then I'd be all right and not remember a thing...

"After a while, I started to be less and less wild. I got calmer, and I think a good part of that isn't just owed to the potion, but also to my family. They helped quite a bit, I reckon. Since I took the potion every night, I just sort of... Settled down over the years. Granted, while I was in school during full moons, I had to sleep in a dungeon cell, but that was just for safety purposes." Scruffy shrugged and pulled his fish-on-a-stick towards him.

"Fascinating story..." Andrea said softly. Archie nodded as he pulled his own stick towards him. "So, did you two go to school at about the same time as Harry Potter, then?"

"Yes, although I was a year or so younger than him..." Archie said.

"I had a few classes with 'im. Fascinating boy. I suppose he's a man, now, though." Scruffy chuckled as he pulled apart his fish.

"What houses were you two in?" Andrea asked, pulling her fish away from the fire and inspecting it.

"Hufflepuff." Scruffy replied promptly.

"Ravenclaw." Archie said through a mouthful of fish.

"Hm..." Andrea said, picking a small bite off of her fish and eating it. She had many more questions to ask these two...

HP, Chapter 12, continued

Potions was even more horrid than ususal. For one thing, Professor McGlinnin looked awfully sad and gloomy, which gave the whole dungeon an even sadder and gloomier look. Scorpio kept glancing in Albus's direction, and Albus couldn't help but look back, so Albus had a terrible time concentrating on the lesson. His hands shook, so his notes looked like dragon scratches and he accidentally put too much pansy powder into the potion they were making, which made the thing start to boil over the top of the cauldron. It burned a hole through Albus's pants and practically disintegrated his partner's shirt. When it got to the floor, everyone had to crawl up on their chairs to avoid the stuff eating through their shoes. Thankfully, Professor McGlinnin was fast with his wand and the gunk didn't get far.

"Well, I think that will be all for today..." Albus was grateful when those words exited McGlinnin's mouth. He grabbed his book bag, shoved his potions book into it, then dashed out the door. "Albus Potter, wait, I'd like a word with you!" Albus cringed and slowly turned around. Derek, Holly, and Peter walked past him, looking sorry.

"You'll be fine, mate." Derek whispered. Holly gave him an attempt at an encouraging smile. It turned out more like a look you would give someone who was about to be sent to Azkaban for life.

"Yes, professor?" Albus asked as he walked back into the classroom. McGlinnin glanced up at Albus and motioned for him to come closer to the desk. Albus practically crawled forward.

"Are you feeling all right, Albus?" Asked McGlinnin. Albus nodded. "Really? Not feeling... Sad or scared or hurt or...regret?" Albus thought for sure McGlinnin's eyes were looking straight into his soul.

"N-no..."

"Hm... You know, Albus, it's all right to feel sad or scared or hurt... But regret is one thing that will eat at your soul faster than anything else. It's not your fault that whatever happened out there happened."

"But it is!" Albus practically yelled. He felt like he wanted to cry again. He had no idea if Andrea was even alive or not, and she was one of his best friends. And probably Scorpio's best friend as well. If not his only friend. "I was the one that said we should go out of the Common Room! I was the one that-"

"Yes, Albus, you suggested it. But the fact that something happened to her out there in the Forbidden Forest is not your fault!" Professor McGlinnin interrupted Albus. McGlinnin put his hands on Albus's shoulders and bent down to his level to look into his eyes. "You can't regret what happened then. You have to think of ways to not let it happen again or fix the problem. Regret is not an option, Albus." Albus sniffed and blinked back the tears in his eyes. His potions teacher was right. And much smarter than Albus had ever thought. "Albus, do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" McGlinnin finished and Albus nodded.

"I understand." Said Albus softly.

"All right, you can go, now." McGlinnin stood up straight and gave Albus a small smile. Albus sniffed one last time then walked out the door.

The rest of the classes went relatively normally after that. Of course, Peter, Derek, and Holly wanted to know what McGlinnin had talked to Albus about, but Albus didn't want to talk about it. Care of Magical Creatures was interesting, because they were no longer on skrewts. They had gotten far too big to be used for teaching anyone anything other than the fact that skrewts were a pain in the rear. Instead, they had begun on faeries. Hagrid had actually gotten one to come to class. It was quite fascinating.

Care of Magical Creatures was their last class, so Albus decided to stay afterwards to ask Hagrid about Andrea. "Have you seen any sign of her out there?" He asked softly. Hagrid shook his head.

"No... Ain't a whole lot of leads, though. From what we can tell, she just up 'n disappeared. Did find somethin' else interestin' though. Sad, but interestin'." Hagrid replied quietly.

"What did you find that was sad but interesting?" Asked Albus. He was curious to see if it had anything to do with Andrea.

"Dead unicorn." Hagrid replied shortly. Albus's heart skipped a beat.

"Did someone kill it or..." Albus began, but Hagrid shook his head, so he stopped talking.

"Looked like it was killed. Not sure how, but it was sliced open and looked like it'd been dead for a couple days, at least. Blood all over the place... Someone wanted the poor thing dead." Explained Hagrid, a sad look on his face.

"Why? And who would want it dead?"

"Why? 'Cause unicorn blood is magical. It'll save ya from the worst of injuries if ya drink it. Can practically bring ya back to life, that stuff can. But, o' course, it comes with a price. Ya drink it, and ya live a half-life. A cursed life..." Albus listened intently to Hagrid as he spoke. He was getting goosebumps. "Who would want it dead? I dunno, Albus. Someone who wanted to live that bad, I s'pose." Hagrid sighed and shook his head. "I think that the person who killed the unicorn probably has somethin' to do with Andrea disappearin'." Albus swallowed hard as Hagrid finished. He hoped that whoever killed the unicorn wouldn't kill Andrea too.

"Well, I'll see you later, Hagrid." Albus said as he turned around and walked up the hill to the castle. He had knots in his stomach as he walked through the doors and down the hallway, making his way towards the Griffindor Common room.

"POTTER!" Someone yelled at Albus from behind. Albus turned around just as a hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the wall. Scorpio Malfoy was surprisingly strong, Albus concluded as he gazed into Scorpio's angry eyes. "You lied, Potter. She's not in there. I went and looked." Scorpio sounded angry, hateful, and on the verge of tears at the same time. Albus plastered himself against the wall as Scorpio pulled out his wand and held it up. No one else was in the hallway... For some odd reason, the place was deserted.

"Where is she, Potter?" Scorpio growled.

"I-I don't know!" Albus exclaimed, trying to become the wall. He was sure that Scorpio was trying to kill him with his eyes.

"I don't believe you, Potter. You had your chance to tell me the truth and you lied! Where is she? Where's my best friend?" Scorpio was practically yelling now. Albus hoped it would attract a teacher or someone.

Scorpio and Albus stared at each other for the longest time. Scorpio maintained his glare, and Albus was sure he looked like a deer caught in some one's headlights. "You lost her out there... Didn't you?" Scorpio said softly. Albus didn't reply, so Scorpio yelled it. "Didn't you?!" Albus turned his face away and flinched.

"I didn't loose her! They think someone took her!" Albus yelled back. Scorpio scowled hard and pulled his wand back. Albus thought for sure Scorpio would kill him. Just then, Sir Nicholas rounded the corner. Scorpio quickly let go of Albus and put his wand away.

"Everything all right down here, boys?" Nick asked, looking over the two of them.

"Yeah, just peachy." Scorpio growled. He gave Albus one last glare then stormed off down the hallway. Albus sighed then glanced up at Sir Nicholas.

"Thank you, Nearly Headless Nick. I think you just saved my life." Said Albus, truly grateful. Sir Nicholas stared at him, puzzled, but didn't have time to ask a question, because Albus quickly ran off.