http://slow.writerscafe.org/JunBeanii The original writings of author JunBeanii en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 BLOOP BLEEP BLOOP. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/1222161/ 10/3/75 -JAMES POTTER- I met a weird girl today by the lake. Not weird like giggly and blush-y and nail polish-y... Oh, wait. I think that's most girls, come to think of it. I guess that's considered normal, then. Extremely girly witches with a fascination for unicorns and all things sparkly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/971717/ James deftly worked his fingers around the desperate-to-escape snitch as he strode through the halls of Hogwarts, ignoring the impressed eyes of students he passed with a smirk decorating his face. He had never not been at the center of attention before- he was James Potter. Wherever there wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/950160/ 10/3/75 -PETER PETTIGREW- Potions class is super hard.  There are lots and lots of different herbs and gooey stuff you have to chop up and melt, and it all has to be one hundred percent perfect or else the cauldron will melt or it'll just explode. For some reason mine always seems to explode. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/946858/ 10/3/75 -SIRIUS BLACK- Filch is a greasy git. Who has yellow, crooked teeth. Bad breath. Wrinkles. Just pure ugliness all wrapped up in one man. No wonder he's such an arse all the time. I would be too, if I had to see all that every time I looked in a mirror.  My fingers are still stinging fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/940029/         10/2/75 -JAMES POTTER- This is stupid. (And trust me, I should know- I've done a lot of stupid things before this.) Here I am, James Potter, writing enthusiastically in this journal like the good law-abiding Marauder we all know and love.  I mean,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/940028/ Instead of facing expulsion for the werewolf incident, the Marauders are given an assignment: to keep journals until the end of the year. (WARNING: For hardcore Potter fans only.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/939287/ The rain pushes my wet hair against my forehead, curls it around my cheeks. It presses my blood stained shirt to my back, sticks my filthy jeans to my legs.  It leaves my worn shoes water clogged, laces dragging across the mud only to have its imprints washed away anew. The only thing that see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JunBeanii/868349/