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Chapter 1 : The Council of Seven and One
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In the summer after Harry Potters sixth year at Hogwarts, the wizarding world seemed to enter a sort of limbo. Most remained in a state of shock, grieving the loss of their most powerful weapon of good: Albus Dumbledore. Harry Potter had become everyones last remaining hope, but he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth and people were beginning to shake off their numbness in favour of fear. But even in times such as these, they managed to find those quiet moments of contentment and short times of tentative laughter.
Ginny Weasley was among those most affected by the disappearance of the Boy-Who-Lived. She spent the first week of the summer holidays locked in her room until her mother could stand it no longer and practically force-fed her a three-course meal. Dragged back into the land of the living, Ginny resignedly began to function as a human being again and something of her old spark returned. She particularly perked up when her friend, Luna Lovegood, came to stay for a couple of weeks. Luna provided her with sufficient distractions from the person her mind centred on the most, and Ginnys brothers also helped out. Fred and George were among the most active in the Cheer Up Ginny Campaign, constantly inviting her to spend days at Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes either helping out or trying out some of their products. Ginny found the sheer busyness of the shop soothing and often got herself caught up in the running of it.
It was on one such day when Ginny was visiting the shop with Luna that our tale begins.
Ginny opened the door to her brothers shop an hour before it was due to open. Luna had woken her early (an emergency concerning chasing a Snazzburg, which had got in via the open window according to Luna, from the room), so she had seen no reason for waiting when she knew that George was getting set to leave later that day. He would be travelling to Italy in the hope of expanding their business in the magically concealed village of Segreto.
Wow, that one is massive! George enthused, watching Fred and standing with his back to the door.
Ginny and Luna observed their antics curiously; Fred seemed to be blowing the air in front of his mouth with no apparent result. A loud popping noise made the girls jump, though they could not locate its source.
What are you doing? Ginny asked, bemused.
Huh? George said, turning around.
Ginny jumped back in shock and then proceeded to gape at what she took to be her brother. He was wearing the oddest looking goggles she had ever seen; his eyes magnified fourfold behind lenses that had an odd gleam to them.
Gin! Luna! So glad you could both make it. These, he said, indicating his goggles and nodding in the general direction of Fred, are our most recent inventions.
Invisible bubblegum, Fred interrupted, making the popping noise again.
Urgh, that could get anywhere and you wouldnt know it, Ginny pointed out. Freds look told her that she was missing the point.
And anti-invisi goggles, George finished as if there had been no interruption, his eyes blinking owlishly.
Luna nodded wisely.
Ah, did you use the coating from an Eradeous tree? she asked.
Well, no, he admitted, grinning at her and looking thoroughly insane with his huge eyes. We used a spell of our own making, and combined it with a potion or two, also of our own design.
The coating from an Eradeous tree wouldve been easier, Luna informed him seriously.
Well keep it in mind for the next batch then, Luna, Fred cut in, amused.
When are you off? Ginny asked George, though she found herself unable to look at him seriously.
In about ten minutes, George informed her, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall and removing the goggles from his head.
Oh, Ginny said, sounding a little deflated.
Dont worry, well be well shot of him, Gin, Fred said, winking at her and eliciting a smile in response.
Where is it youre going? Luna asked from where she was picking up random items in the shop and looking them over critically.
Segreto, George replied. Its like the Italian version of Hogsmeade, I guess.
Ginny groaned.
Dont get him started, she warned. Hes been practicing Italian and researching the region of Umbria for weeks.
You, little sister, would not understand the pains one has to put oneself to in the name of forwarding ones business, George said loftily.
All right, now say that in Italian, Ginny challenged, raising an eyebrow.
I like Im ever going to need to say that, he said, grinning good-naturedly at Ginny.
Ginny laughed, finding herself relaxing as easily as she always did when she came to the shop. It was hard to explain; it was sort of like Fred and George had created a place where you were allowed to laugh and be yourself in a time when everywhere else alienated such things. Whatever it was, Ginny was glad that it had come about, and she wasnt the only one.
About time to be off, isnt it? Fred reminded George, looking up from behind the counter where he was readying various things for opening time.
Yeah; you got everything under control here?
Reckon I can handle a couple of Hogwarters, Fred replied, deliberately misunderstanding him.
Ginny rolled her eyes before taking Luna off to the back room to show her some more of the shop.
Right then, see you in a few days, George said, scooping up his magically shrunk trunk from the counter.
Dont come back until youve made a deal, Fred warned lightly.
Course not, George replied in mock surprise that Fred would ever think such a thing.
With a hollered goodbye to the girls, George turned on the spot, disapparating with a loud crack.
George appeared in a sunny street. Looking around, he guessed it to be the main street in Segreto, for it was quite busy even though it was still early. Witches and wizards were going about opening their businesses and other morning activities. George noted that there were a lot more open restaurants than he was used to in England, though the thing he noticed most was the heat. Even relatively early in the morning, it was already quite hot; much more so than he was used to at the same time of day in England.
He stood for a while longer, trying hard to remember the directions he had been given. There was a shop somewhere on the street that was up for sale, and he had been in contact with the owner prior to agreeing to come here at the others invitation. He finally spotted the correct street he was supposed to turn down and set off to find the villa he was looking for.
After getting lost down many narrow streets, and having to ask for fresh directions twice, George finally found what he thought was the right villa. Located on the very edge of the village, with rolling green hills behind it, was a small, neat, white villa. He strode up to the front door via the wooden porch, looking interestedly at the front garden. He could see a gnome peeking out from under a bush and he grinned, thinking of home. Turning his attention back to the villa, he rapped the door with his knuckles and stepped back to wait.
Eventually, the door opened, and George stared at the person standing before him. A petite girl with waist length blonde hair and startling blue eyes regarded him distractedly, her hair falling over half her face and her cheeks flushed.
Im sorry, this isnt a good time, she told him in perfect English, sounding out of breath.
Erm Im supposed to be meeting Mr Paliani about the shop. Have I got the wrong house?
Oh, she said, pushing her hair back from her face in frustration. Youd better come in then.
Suddenly, a large crash and resultant shriek came from inside the villa.
I told you this was a bad time, the girl said resignedly, holding the door open for George to step past her.
What happened? Can I help at all? he asked at once. If nothing else, Molly had tried hard to ensure that all her children were brought up with good manners; of course, whether they chose to use them or not was another matter.
The girl did not reply, but hurried through the house, which was a lot larger inside than it appeared on the outside, with George in tow. Opening the door to what was obviously the kitchen, George was able to see exactly who had screamed and why. A House-elf was valiantly trying to catch hold of what appeared to be a fine china teacup. The teacup evidently had no wish to be caught, and was systematically pushing things off shelves and onto the House-elfs head.
She tried to pick it up to dust it. Im afraid that teacup doesnt like to be touched, the girl said sadly.
Of course, George said, unable to think of anything else to say.
The teacup seemed to tire of pushing things off shelves, and for all the world looked like it had turned its attention to the newcomers and was weighing them up.
Oh, no, the girl murmured.
What? George asked, feeling utterly unprepared for this situation and taking out his wand.
Run, was all she said, turning around to do just that and calling the same instruction to the House-elf.
Its just a teacup, George said, confused, but following her all the same.
Never underestimate your opponent, the girl replied crossly.
Opponent? George said incredulously. What on earth does it plan to do?
He got his answer when he turned to see how close the teacup was to them and where the House-elf had got to. The House-elf had disappeared from sight, but the teacup was gaining, flying through the air and glowing an ominous red colour. Skidding to a halt to turn a corner, George saw the teacup take its chance and shoot some sort of red missile or spell at them. He felt the heat from it as it whizzed passed, perilously close to his ear, and burnt a hole through the wall beside him. He wasted no more time looking behind him and dived into the nearest room, where hed seen the girl disappear into.
It was obviously used as a front room, with large windows looking out onto the picturesque countryside, and comfortable chairs arranged neatly around the fireplace. George quickly jumped behind one such chair, almost landing on the blonde girl, who was already there. She glared at him and pressed a finger to her lips.
George, who could just see the door from where he was crouched, caught sight of the teacup hovering uncertainly in the doorway. It had lost its red colour, but he could swear he heard a low humming noise emanating from it.
If you distract it, Ill get it from behind, the girl whispered, making to crawl behind the next chair in the room without waiting for a response from George.
George swallowed his annoyance and stood up to do as she asked. The teacup at once turned to him, if it is at all possible that a teacup could face someone, and the humming grew louder. George pointed his wand threateningly at it, but apparently it wasnt stupid, for the next moment it appeared to lose interest in him and fired another spell towards where George knew the girl to be kneeling.
Oh, this is ridiculous, he muttered when the spell sank deep into the chairs arm. Reducto.
The spell shot straight at the teacup, which did not have time to move, and George grinned triumphantly as it shattered.
What did you do! the girl exclaimed, springing up from her hiding place.
It was going to attack you, George said, a little defensive.
So? That was Grandmothers china.
George wasnt sure what this was supposed to mean to him, really. The girl sighed, looking sadly at the pieces of teacup littering the floor.
Well, theres nothing we can do to change it, she said, her anger appearing to vanish. George had never met anyone quite like her; she was certainly making some first impression.
What do you mean? Cant we just use magic and fix it?
Dont be silly, she said scornfully, and offered no more explanation. Horatio will be home soon, and he wont be happy if you arent settled in yet.
Well, perhaps we could start with your name? George asked, feeling that this family was madder than his own.
Im Soleil, she said, turning to exit the room.
Isnt Soleil French? George asked, puzzled.
My mother was French, she replied. Your room is this way.
She walked out without bothering to see if he was following. Shaking his head, George moved to go after her, carefully avoiding the pieces of broken teacup.
As evening was drawing in, George decided to take a walk in the area behind the villa and made his way back towards the front door. He hadnt thought the day could get much stranger, but as he opened the door, he came face to face with the oddest looking man he had ever seen.
A tall, thin man, looking to be in his fifties or sixties, was standing on the porch. It looked like he had been trying to grow a neatly curling moustache, but it wasnt trimmed quite right and tufted out rather fascinatingly. His clothes were normal wizard robes, but they were certainly not what attracted your attention most when looking at this man. On top of his head was the brightest coloured hat George had ever seen. It was a round, knitted hat, which somehow made the man look even taller, perhaps because it simply drew peoples attention right to the top of his head.
Its a tam, the man said.
What? George asked, too busy staring at the hat.
The hat you cannot take your eyes off of is a tam hat, the man replied grumpily, making it obvious he thought this was something that everyone should know.
Oh, of course. Who are you? George couldnt help asking.
A figment of your imagination, he replied unhelpfully, striding past George and into the villa.
George hastily followed him inside, thinking that this could only be Horatio. He realised when he followed the man into the dining room that it had been a good job he hadnt gone out for his walk, seeing that the table was already set out for dinner. Soleil was already there and gestured for them both to take a seat.
Whos this? Horatio asked Soleil, tilting his head in the direction of George.
Hes come to see you about the shop, she replied, serving the food out.
Well, youre wasting your time, Horatio informed him promptly, turning to look at George. Its no longer for sale.
For a moment, George could only gape at him.
But why? he finally asked, too bewildered to even feel angry yet.
Horatio shrugged.
Take it up with the council. Its their fault.
With that, Horatio stood and left the room, leaving his food untouched.
Er what was that about? George asked Soleil.
He must have been kicked off the council again today, she explained, digging in to her food as if this were perfectly normal. Im sorry youve had a wasted trip, but that shop has been up for sale five times and each time he hasnt sold it.
What council are we talking about?
The town is run by a council, and lately Horatio has been trying to persuade the rest of them to get the Italian wizards involved in the war with Voldemort.
George stared; whatever he had been expecting, it wasnt this.
But why would he want that? And why would it get him kicked off the council?
Ah, well, he was what you might call the voice of reason in the council, so anything he did say or suggest was generally met with a none too enthusiastic response, Soleil said derisively, letting George know exactly what she thought of the views of the council. As to why hed suggest it in the first place its a long story.
When Georges mind had stopped boggling at imagining Horatio as the voice of reason, he could not help feeling immensely curious as to what the long story was. Soleils tone left him in no doubt that he would not do well to inquire further, though.
All right, so what does him being on the council and the shop have to do with each other? he asked instead.
If he isnt on the council, he needs a different job, so he will be using the shop himself.
I see, George said distantly, his mind in other places. Well, I had better go write to my brother and work something out. Ill see you in the morning.
Wait youre not leaving? Soleil asked, sounding confused.
George grinned.
Of course not. You dont get rid of me that easily; you dont think Ive gotten as far I have by giving up at the first hurdle, do you? Besides, my brother told me not to return until I had a deal, and I dont intend to let a little thing like the shop not being for sale at the moment stop me.
Soleil looked at him properly for the first time, taking in the bright gleam in his eye at the prospect of a challenge, the determined set to his jaw, and his stance. A little against her will, she found herself smiling at him.
Good luck then; Ill help you if I can, but no ones convinced him to change his mind before.
Well, theres a first for everything, George said, refusing to let her dissuade him. Good night.
Good night, she replied, watching as he left the room, a thoughtful look on her face.
George awoke the next morning refreshed and ready to take on the challenge of acquiring the shop when it wasnt for sale. He had thought long and hard late into the night and had finally come up with what he thought was a good idea. First though, he needed to talk to Soleil.
He found her on the porch, frowning over some document or other.
Morning, he said cheerfully, taking a seat beside her.
Be quiet a moment, she said, Im trying to work out our finances.
George obliged without protest, getting used to Soleils mannerisms and not minding. It didnt take her long to finish doing whatever calculations she was doing, and soon she looked up and asked what it was he wanted.
Is Horatio not here? he asked instead of getting straight to the point.
She shook her head.
Hes usually at the council house during the day, and I expect thats where he is now.
But I thought he got kicked off the council?
Wont stop him, she said with a shrug.
George was all the more puzzled by the man, but he let it go without question.
Well, if he were guaranteed a place on the council that could not be revoked, would he agree to sell the shop then? he asked.
Of course, there would be no need to keep it then, but the chances of that happening are almost below zero, Id say, she told him bluntly.
Ive taken on worse odds, George said with a grin, but she continued to look at him blankly, clearly not believing he could bring about such a thing. How many council members are there?
Seven now, she answered, not knowing where George could be taking this.
Right, good. So if the majority signed a magically binding contract giving Horatio his permanent place on the council, that would hold, right?
Soleil nodded.
And you said the other council members arent the most sensible sort of people?
Yes; look, where are you going with this?
Ever run a prank campaign?
Are you sure you know what youre doing? Soleil whispered as they crept through the council house building.
Yes; my brother and I ran what I consider to be a successful campaign against an imposter Headmistress one year at Hogwarts, George whispered back confidently. Soleil, however, took note of his words as well as his tone.
What you consider to be successful?
Well, technically our campaign wasnt what drove her out, but Im entirely sure it more than contributed.
Well thats reassuring, Soleil snapped sarcastically.
Shh, I know what Im doing, George whispered impatiently.
Soleil pursed her lips but said no more. She led George to the main room in which the council apparently spent most of their time, stopping at the door to keep a lookout for anyone coming, though it was unlikely anyone would be along at this time of night.
Glancing around, George walked over to the end wall, pulling a scroll of parchment out of his pocket as he went. There was a large, oblong table of highly polished wood in the middle of the room. Surrounding it were seven chairs, and George could see an eighth pushed into one corner of the room, next to a large cupboard. He paused for a moment, staring at the cupboard and thinking of Horatio complaining that afternoon of being locked in it by the council. Cupboards did not lead to good places, he thought to himself, remembering the vanishing cupboard he and Fred had used once in a prank.
Hurry up, Soleil hissed from the doorway, jolting George out of his reminiscences.
He hurried to the wall, pulling out his wand and waving it in a complicated pattern over the back of the parchment, muttering a spell as he did so. With a slight sucking noise, the parchment attached itself to the wall, held in place by a Permanent Sticking Charm. George stepped back to admire his handiwork, reading the gleaming gold ink in the dark demanding Horatios reinstatement and warning of the consequences of not cooperating. He had carefully made it not too threatening but had still made it get the point across. There was an area with seven spaces for signatures under the names of each of the wizards on the council; he had also left a large blank space that would fill with a list to keep track of what would happen if they didnt agree.
All right, lets go, he said quietly, coming up behind Soleil and noticing the slight jump his sudden speaking had caused her to make.
They left the building quickly and quietly, careful to leave everything as they had found it. They didnt speak until they were nearly back at the villa, and only then to argue about who had brought the key with them.
Remember not to tell Horatio, George muttered quietly as they slipped in the front door.
I wont, Soleil said impatiently, I can see the sense in keeping him in the dark.
The other council members will probably be round tomorrow sometime to protest about the contract.
I know, Soleil said, annoyed that he thought she needed to be told these things when she was perfectly capable of working them out for herself. George heard the undercurrent in her voice and hastily backed off.
Ill see you in the morning then, he said, bidding her goodnight and heading up the stairs. Tomorrow, the real fun would begin.
Morning, Horatio, George greeted as he stepped from the stairs the next morning. Horatio, who was sporting a very tall top hat, muttered something about layabouts contributing nothing to his household before stalking off to read a newspaper on the porch.
George shook his head and made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. He was just about to go and find Soleil when he heard angry shouting coming from the direction on the front garden. Glancing through the window, he saw a small, squat man yelling obscenities in Italian at Horatio, who was looking just as angry.
After hastily placing his glass on the sideboard, George ran out into the hall, almost crashing into Soleil, who was hurrying down the stairs.
Watch where youre going, she snapped, leaping out of the way quickly and glaring at him.
Sorry, George apologised, holding his hands up. Do you know whats going on out there?
Well, if youd stop holding me up, Im about to go find out, she said, turning on her heel abruptly.
Someone got out of bed on the wrong side this morning, George muttered to himself as he followed her out.
They were just in time to see the squat man cast Legilimens on Horatio, wielding his wand like a sword. The battle that followed only lasted a few seconds before Horatio managed to throw the man out of his mind. The other man looked shocked and confused, clearly not having found what he was looking for. Of course, George and Soleil knew exactly what he was looking for, but Horatio didnt.
Was glaubst du eigentlich was du tust? wie kannst du es wagen, hierher zu kommen und unberechtigte Beschuldigungen gegen mich zu machen! Runter von meinem Grundstück und komm ja nie wieder zurück, du Mistkerl! Horatio yelled indignantly, taking out his wand and blasting the guy down the path. He quickly picked himself up and tried to stroll off in a dignified way, but with grass and mud stuck to his robes, the effect was a little lost.
That didnt sound very Italian to me, George said quietly to Soleil as Horatio stomped past them, looking very put out.
No, it was German. His father was German, she explained, shrugging.
George watched the man walking away from the house. People were leaning out of windows to see what the commotion was about. Grinning to himself, he whispered a spell to tie the mans shoelaces together. Soleil gave him a withering look as the man fell over.
What? We start small; Im the expert with this remember, George reprimanded cheerfully.
Sure, was all Soleil said.
A little while later, Soleil and George headed into the town on the pretence of getting some more food. Theyd left Horatio none the wiser as to what was going on, but had promised to bring him back a hat. George had brought a carefully packed rucksack that he had refused to show to Soleil, who was subsequently sulking because of this. However, he did not have time to deal with moody females; he had a shop to acquire.
When do the council members meet? he asked, intending to grill her on the separate members as they walked.
Usually after lunch, she replied shortly.
Can anyone go into the council house before then?
Yes, its open to everyone except during meetings.
Do all the council members live relatively nearby?
Yes, all within walking distance.
Do they change especially for the meetings? Also, do any of them have wigs?
Oh yes, Soleil confirmed.
Excellent, George said with a wicked grin. Lets go to the first house, but we mustnt be seen.
You do a lot of sneaking around, Soleil commented as they walked around to the back of a large house.
Are you complaining about my morals? George questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Just observing, she replied lightly, using magic to carefully open a window that she took a guess to be the council members bedroom. How are we supposed to check the room out? If we go in, the House Elves will know.
Ah, you have so much to learn, George said with a pitying sigh. Soleils only response was to glare. Did you really think Id come unprepared?
George took out several items from his rucksack.
What are they? Soleil couldnt stop herself from asking.
Extendable Ears, Extendable Eyes messy business creating those, I wouldnt recommend it and a pair of Shrinking Shoes.
Soleil did not ask what each of them did their names were pretty self-explanatory. With these items within their use, checking out the room and replacing the shoes that were set out with some robes for wearing to the meeting with the Shrinking Shoes was relatively simple. Within a few minutes it was in place, and they had moved onto the next house. It only took about an hour to make careful changes to some aspect of the clothing the council members were planning to wear.
After the two had quickly whizzed around the shops to get some food like theyd told Horatio they would, they returned to the centre of the town to watch the council members walk to the council house.
The guy with the Shrinking Shoes was first, trying to stroll down the street with his usual decorum but finding this almost impossible when his shoes kept steadily getting smaller and pinching his feet. Before he resorted to actually hopping down the street, he stopped angrily, wrenched the shoes off his feet, and suddenly found they were their normal size. Blinking in bewilderment, he replaced the shoes and the whole process started again. George could hardly keep the gleeful look from his face, and even Soleil couldnt hide a small smile.
The council members walks to their workplace were the source of much amusement for everyone that day, in fact. After the Shrinking Shoes came the Self-Colouring hair a wig that changed colour every minute and was inspired by Tonks, as George explained to Soleil. After that came robes that tangled themselves around every post or light and refused to untangle for at least three minutes, hats that emitted high pitched squawks, glasses that concealed some objects from view, and many others that quietly impressed Soleil with their ingenuity.
And you make a business out of this? she asked curiously.
Oh yes, we have a big shop in Hogsmeade, George informed her proudly, not noticing the rather bemused stare she was giving him. Now we just need to check the contract in the building to make sure its working properly.
Surely you cant have made a mistake with it, Soleil teased suddenly, her eyes dancing.
George sniffed.
I said were checking. There will be nothing wrong with the spells I put on that contract, of course, he replied, making Soleil smile.
They patiently waited for the council members to conclude their meeting and leave, looking rather ruffled. Slipping into the council house, they told the wizard at the door that they had come to file a complaint about a neighbour throwing rubbish onto their land. After he had sent someone to escort them to the correct room for such business, George slipped out for a few minutes on the pretence of finding a toilet and managed to look in on the contract as he passed that room. He was pleased to see the golden scrawl that had appeared where before the scroll had been blank.
Returning to the room hed left Soleil in with their escort, he gave her a barely perceptible nod and they made their excuses and left.
Was it working all right? she asked as they stepped out into the sunlight.
Do you really need to ask? George said smugly.
Soleil didnt give him the satisfaction of a reply, and they walked back to the villa at a leisurely pace, planning future pranks.
Over the course of the next few days, the council members found themselves under siege of multiple pranks. Objects appeared in their houses that scratched or bit before disappearing, clothes got misplaced, changed, or vanished completely, items they picked up would change into other things, rodents ran riot, and they constantly found themselves publicly humiliated in a multitude of ways.
Horatio was in a very good mood of late, having found out about the scroll and being happily oblivious to who was conducting this war on the council. He only asked George and Soleil once why they were out so much, and didnt seem to take much note of their very vague answers.
Finally, four days after the start of the prank war, George and Soleil got their first signature, and later that same day, their second. The other council members were not happy, and soon they even had guards posted to stop themselves entering their own council house so that no one else could be tempted to sign.
Theyre not going to give in, Soleil said with a sigh as she approached George from behind. He was sat at the top of a hill behind the villa, writing a letter to Fred while basking in the sun.
Oh ye of little faith, George scolded, capping his ink bottle and moving it so she could sit down beside him. We have the final big prank tomorrow; theyll sign, dont worry.
Well, you have been right so far, Soleil admitted reluctantly.
Naturally, George commented. Hey, you know something thats been bothering me? When I first came here, you immediately addressed me in English. Why was that?
Soleil gave him a pitying look.
You have English written all over you, she informed him, mouth twitching at his indignant look.
I do not! he protested.
I bet you dont know a word of Italian, Soleil retorted.
Yes, I do! I can ask for directions to the nearest toilet and thank them after. And I can also order a glass of water in a restaurant; my twin and my sister helped me out on them.
Go on, then, Soleil encouraged when he didnt continue.
You dont believe me? Fine, then. Mi scusi, poeresti dirigermi al bagno piu vicino. Ho grande bisogno di rimanere mia testa laggiu. Dopo, il mio fratello avra bisogno della tazza del gabinetto, George recited.
Soleil bit her lip to keep from laughing.
And and the other one? she pressed.
Vorrei che tu baciarmi adesso; la mia vita dependerlo su. See? George said triumphantly. Soleil couldnt stop herself any longer; she burst out laughing.
You you just said she began, but trailed off as she laughed some more. Calming herself, she looked him in the eye. You said, Excuse me, can you direct me to the nearest toilet as I need to stick my head down it. My brother will require the toilet seat. And then you said, Id like you to kiss me now; my life depends on it. Really, imagine if youd actually asked a waiter that!
George looked at her oddly for a moment as she laughed again, but quickly shook himself.
Well, dont think my darling siblings arent going to hear about it; how was I to know what I was saying? George pointed out, but even he couldnt help grinning, imagining if hed said it to anyone but Soleil.
Soleil seemed to hesitate for a long time before she next spoke.
George when you go back to England, can I come with you? she asked anxiously.
George stared at her.
Why? What about Horatio?
Its just I strongly believe in fighting against the terror Voldemort is using to gain control. If we get Horatio his place on the council, hell be fine here; its time I moved out anyway, she explained, and George did not miss her hesitation at the beginning; he knew there was something she wasnt saying, but he knew better than to push her.
Well, you can come back with me, if thats what you really want, he agreed slightly reluctantly, not really wanting to get her involved in the war.
She smiled in relief.
It is; your country is living in such fear, and Id like to do what I can to stop that.
You know, we arent without hope, he told her, thinking of the strength he saw in those around him at home.
Soleil gave a sad smile, and began to recite:
No, never without hope. Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. My favourite poem, she concluded softly. Emily Dickenson.
Its a lovely poem, George agreed. Wasnt she an American poet?
My aunts American, Soleil said, off-hand.
George wondered if there was any country Soleil didnt have family connections to.
Come on, he said, getting to his feet. Wed better go in and make sure we have everything ready for tomorrow.
Soleil allowed him to pull her up and together they walked down to the villa. Tomorrow would be very interesting.
The day, as every day so far of Georges trip to Italy had, dawned bright and clear. George and Soleil were up early, gathering together everything they had organised the previous day. This day was a special day in Segretos history; it was the day it had been founded and a single great wizard had used powerful magic to prevent Muggles crossing its boundaries. He had been buried many centuries ago in a nearby necropolis a city of the dead. It was the councils responsibility to pay tribute to him by visiting the tomb. Of course, they had to be careful to fit in with the Muggles that frequented the necropolis, and had to dress accordingly. The tomb itself was protected by wards to keep Muggles away, but everywhere else was really their territory, and it always made the council jittery going there. George and Soleil planned to make them a little more jittery than normal.
George passed Horatios room to inform him that they were going out for the day and admiring the hat Horatio had chosen to wear; it was made of palm fronds a little feminine looking for Georges taste.
Soleil had seemed to be opening up a little in the last day or so, but now she walked along sullenly, not saying a word to George. He recognised it as her being completely focused on the task at hand though, and didnt take her silence personally.
They arrived at the necropolis by nine; they knew that the council usually visited around eleven and that they only stayed an hour.
Have you ever been here before? George asked as they walked in the entrance.
Once; I hope we can find our way to the right tomb, its like a labyrinth down there, Soleil replied honestly.
Quite creepy really, George observed as they walked down into the darkness that was lit at intervals with low lights.
Everyone should visit at least one necropolis if they visit Italy, Soleil said firmly. And the Etruscan people shaped Umbria like no others have; we owe much of what is known today of our history to them. They built these cities of the dead; Ill have to show you some of their artwork and jewellery sometime.
Great, George said unenthusiastically; he decided Soleil was worse than his mother.
Soleil ignored his tone and continued to lead him down the winding, dark passages of the necropolis. After getting lost three times, they reached the correct tomb. George then went about casting certain spells and charms and setting up some things hed brought in a bag.
All set? Soleil asked when he stood up and cast around the room as though checking everything.
Yeah, I think so. Wed better find our way back to the entrance so we can follow them in.
Have you got the contract? she asked, just as they were about to step from the room.
Of course. Its all set up in there, dont worry, George reassured her with a grin. He had summoned the contract earlier that morning, being the only who could remove it.
Soleil nodded and led the way back to the entrance. They got back with ten minutes to spare and quickly hid themselves in one of the tombs near the entrance; there was no chance of the council going anywhere but the single wizard tomb.
It wasnt long before the council arrived, nervously walking down the dark passage one after the other. George and Soleil carefully slipped out of their hiding place and drew their wands.
Are you sure this will work? Soleil questioned. I mean, they are wizards; they know about things like ghosts and poltergeists.
Yes, but were in a Muggle place, remember? Besides, the poltergeist type tricks are just the beginning.
George whispered a spell, and all the electric lights turned to flaming torches. He had made sure that no Muggles would come down this passageway or around the tomb for the next hour, posting signs outside directing them away and backing them up with a touch of magic. Soleil then murmured another spell, and a gust of wind whistled down the passageway, causing all but one of the torches to blow out.
Whats going on? the council member at the back of the line asked nervously, drawing closer the man in front of him. Up front, the leader tripped over and pulled the man behind him down too.
This is ridiculous, someone said angrily. Lumos.
The others followed suit, and soon light spread around them again.
Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.
Finding the tomb proved much harder than any of the council members remembered. George had placed a mild Confounding Charm on them to knock off their sense of direction, but none had worked it out yet. Theyd walked in a circle seven times already when George and Soleil decided it was time they actually got to the room and removed the charm.
Its this way, the squat man who had attacked Horatio spoke up confidently. George was almost tempted to make them get lost again just because it was him, but in the end he allowed them to find the room.
As soon as all the council members were inside, there was a sucking noise.
Youre late, a voice whispered, somehow managing to echo around the whole room.
The man on the end turned to try to leave, but found himself stopped by some invisible barrier.
Bubble Barrier, George explained to Soleil in a low voice as they watched from outside. Took seven months to develop those.
Whore you? one member spoke up bravely.
The spirit of the wizard you have come to honour, came the reply as if from everywhere at once.
Dont be silly; our founder made no ghost, another man protested.
No, the voice agreed. I am not a ghost. You have woken me from the world in which I was at peace. Do you know why?
Um no, the bumbling man at the back piped up.
There is one of you missing, the voice hissed angrily. All the lights on their wands went out and they found themselves unable to cast spells. This, more than anything else, scared the council witless.
Tricky piece of magic, that, George said conversationally to Soleil, watching her smile in the darkness. Remind me to explain it later.
I can assure you we are all here, their pompous leader spoke up.
No, the voice disagreed. There have always been eight who govern Segreto.
Ah, the leader said, nothing else springing to mind.
You have failed in your duties. New members must be elected. Unless the voice trailed off.
Yes? What? one of them said eagerly; none of them wanted to give up their cushy jobs and the houses that came with them.
He must be reinstated, the voice said menacingly. With a snapping noise, the contract that had hung for so many days in the main room of the council house appeared on the back wall of the tomb. George would have loved to have seen their faces properly, but with no light and them all facing away from the entrance anyway, it was pretty impossible. One of the members cursed in a language George didnt recognise.
That was Finnish, Soleil said quietly to him. He rolled his eyes.
Let me guess; your cousin is Finnish, he replied.
No; hes Russian, why?
George shook his head, and they turned back to what was happening in the tomb.
Im sure we can find someone else, the leader began weakly.
Only the people may elect and dismiss members. Make your decision quickly; the alternative is to stay here.
For how long? one of the braver members asked.
You could almost feel the wicked grin in the darkness.
Oh, Im thinking a little longer than an hour. Lets try forever.
The voice quieted, and their magical abilities were restored so that they could sign the contract. One member did so immediately, but the leader quickly stepped between the second who had moved to follow suit and the contract.
I will not allow you to damn this council to his insanity, he said importantly, puffing out his chest.
Im getting really tired of him, George said to Soleil, who nodded in agreement. He lifted his wand and carefully aimed a spell at him, able to see now that the light had been returned to some of their wands.
You must- the leader broke off as his voice went from the authoritative tone he always talked in to a very high pitched squeak. Perhaps no easier to listen to than his droning, but at least it would discourage him from opening his mouth for a while.
While those two members had been arguing, the man from the back of the line had snuck around the leader and was now signing his name anyway. As soon as the name was on paper, the contract rolled itself up and vanished in a spray of sparks. The council members found they were able to leave the tomb again, and hurriedly did so. George could not resist one more prank as they filed past, and cast a Glamour Spell over them.
The two followed the council members back outside and grinned at each other when they saw the stares the council was receiving on account of them all appearing to be clothed in flowery dresses each topped with a palm frond hat.
George lay on top of the hill he had come to like relaxing on. He was leaving later that day, and he knew he was going to miss the place. Horatio had smugly reclaimed his place on the council two days ago, and had easily accepted that Soleil was moving out. Hed also signed the paperwork for the deeds to the shop yesterday, and George couldnt wait to tell Fred. Horatio had apparently spent half of the previous day in the cupboard at the council house, but he seemed happy enough or at least as happy as Horatio ever got.
George didnt open his eyes as he felt Soleil sit down next to him. He had to make some reaction when she poked him in the side, though, and sat up abruptly to glare at her.
Some of us are trying to relax here, he said pointedly.
Some of us are being lazy, Soleil retorted. He had to concede that she had a point: hed been lazing on the hill for the better part of the morning while shed been packing her things to go back with him.
All ready to come to England? he asked, sitting up.
Yes, Ive written a letter to my dad and half-sister too, she added.
George blinked.
You have family in England? he asked.
Soleil nodded.
Yes, the Lovegoods, she said absently. She noticed George staring incredulously at her. What?
Oh, nothing. That just explains a lot, he said, keeping a straight face. If you dont mind my asking, why dont you live with them, then?
My mum and I always lived with my grandfather, and I guess I just got to being in Italy. I dont know the Lovegoods very well, and I preferred to stay here, she explained with a shrug.
George nodded and they lapsed into companionable silence, feeling the calm of the hilltop they were sitting on.
Thank you for everything youve done, Soleil said suddenly.
George smiled.
Thats all right; it wasnt like I got nothing out of it, he reminded.
Well, no, but thats not what I meant. Thanks for not asking why I want to come back with you.
George shrugged.
If you wanted me to know, you would tell me, he said. There was a long silence before Soleil spoke up.
My mother went to England when I was very young, she began softly. She was a Healer and got involved in the first war. When she was killed, I wasnt allowed to see her body or visit the place where she died. Voldemort took everything of her from me.
George wasnt sure what to say.
Im sorry, he said stiffly.
Dont be; its not your fault. And now youre taking me back with you, she said with a smile.
George nodded in agreement, lost in thought.
Do you have any vacancies in your joke shop? she asked suddenly, changing the subject completely.
Well, as a matter of fact, we could do with someone else, George replied. Did I inspire you with all our pranks?
Soleil laughed.
Now youre not taking all the credit for making me want to work there, she said sternly. How do you know I wasnt already interested in pranks before you got here?
George watched the way the sun seemed to gleam from her hair as she tossed her head. He couldnt seem to help noticing these small details about her every time she laughed. Shaking his head slightly, he let the thought drift from his mind.
Well, if you like jokes, you wouldnt be averse to wearing this. George took out the red nose he had shown her earlier. Once attached to someone, the Tickling Charm in place on it went into effect.
Oh, no, youre not getting me to wear that, she said, edging away from him.
But you like these things; as an employee of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes youll be expected to try out and demonstrate our products, he said evilly, getting to his feet
Soleil was faster and went charging down the hill, laughing as he chased after her. She tripped as she reached the bottom and grinned as George fell next to her to avoid treading on her. She plucked the red nose from his hand and carefully composed her face to look at him seriously.
Vorrei che tu baciarmi adesso; la mia vita dependerlo su, she instructed.
Well, wouldnt want to risk your life, George responded, equally serious. Leaning forward to do as she requested, he knew that perhaps he wouldnt miss this place as much as hed thought. After all, he was taking the most important part home with him.
Author's Note: Well I have a lot of people who helped with various parts of this story so firstly thanks and credit must go to them. Both the summary and banner are by Sauerkraut_Poet, and she also beta'd for me, her help was invaluable in writing this :) . Thanks to Haronione for letting me try out ideas on her, and both her and Scarhead for reading this through when I was done. The Italian wouldn't have been remotely as good without the help of PaMuggles, and the German wouldn't even have got off the ground without LisaMackay. And of course thanks to all the prefects who offered opinions and help along the way.
The poem used in this story is called 'Hope' and is by Emily Dickenson.
The name of the village, Segreto, means (or at least I hope it means) 'hidden (secret)' and is set in Umbria which is an often overlooked region of Italy and derives from the Latin word for 'shadow'. All in all, I thought it fitting for a magically concealed town. Any inaccuracy about any historical facts that featured in the story can be blamed on the various websites I used to look them up :P .
The various bits of Italian mean exactly what Soleil tells George they mean. The German that Horatio says means 'What do you think you are doing? You can't come here and start making unfounded accusation. Get off my property and don't come back, you jerk!'
In case you didn't know what a tam hat is (how could you not know?;) ) here's the definition: "The tam is a tall, round knitted cap, usually brightly colored. It can be crocheted, knit, sewn, or constructed in a number of different ways. The name tam is also given to a 4-, 6- or 8-sided flat cap worn as part of American academic dress by holders of doctorates." And also, if you hadn't realised, I used the first sort of tam in this story :D .
Finally, thanks to Shade for being the great person she is and all her work around the site, I hope you liked it :) .
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Knowing all the angles: Ancient Babylonians used tricky geometry
By Will Dunham
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Ancient Babylonian astronomers were way ahead of their time, using sophisticated geometric techniques that until now had been considered an achievement of medieval European scholars.
That is the finding of a study published on Thursday that analyzed four clay tablets dating from 350 to 50 BC featuring the wedge-shaped ancient Babylonian cuneiform script describing how to track the planet Jupiter's path across the sky.
"No one expected this," said Mathieu Ossendrijver, a professor of history of ancient science at Humboldt University in Berlin, noting that the methods delineated in the tablets were so advanced that they foreshadowed the development of calculus.
"This kind of understanding of the connection between velocity, time and distance was thought to have emerged only around 1350 AD," Ossendrijver added.
The methods were similar to those employed by 14th century scholars at University of Oxford's Merton College, he said.
Babylon was an important city in ancient Mesopotamia, located in Iraq about 60 miles (100 kilometers) south of Baghdad. Jupiter was associated with Marduk, the city's patron god.
Babylonian astronomers produced tables with computed positions of the planets, Ossendrijver said.
"They provided positions needed for making horoscopes ordered by clients, and they also held the view that everything on Earth - from river levels to market prices, for example grain, and weather - is connected to the motion of the planets. So by predicting the latter they hoped to be able to predict things on Earth," Ossendrijver added. Continued...


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The story which follows was inspired by a strange meeting of the absurdist wisdom of Lewis Carroll and my own wondering about three of the many articles about the Synod on the Family in Rome, Pope Francis' recent visit to the US, and the persistent questions about women in the Catholic Church, writes Alice Priest.
BY Alice Priest*
The story which follows, "The Synod and Alice's New Adventures in Wonderland", was inspired by a strange meeting of the absurdist wisdom of Lewis Carroll and my own wondering about three of the multitude of articles in both Catholic and wider circles, about the present Synod on the Family in Rome (October 4-25, 2015), the recent visit of the Fiat-driving Pope Francis to the United States, and the persistent questions being raised about the leadership and ministry potential of women in the Catholic Church.
Firstly, to coincide with the opening of the Synod, the National Catholic Reporter's editorial staff in their article "Are we prepared to be surprised by the Spirit?", speculate about the potential outcomes of the Synod in light of Pope Francis' use of the imagery of open and closed doors, and then of the surprisingly widening power of the Holy Spirit.
"Pope Francis advocates for a Church with open doors, 'so that if someone, moved by the Spirit, comes there looking for God, he or she will not find a closed door'. But one door remains firmly shut with a deadbolt securely in place. On women's ordination, Francis says, 'That door is closed'.
"…'Not because women do not have the capacity,' he added. They just can't…
"A few short hours before, Francis exhorted a million people in the heart of Philadelphia to embrace the surprises the Spirit brings. 'Here is the surprise,' Francis said, … 'Moses and Jesus both rebuke those closest to them for being so narrow! Would that all could be prophets of God's word!'
"…Later he added: 'To give the impression that [the working of the Spirit] cannot take place in those who are not 'part of our group', who are not 'like us', is a dangerous temptation. … It is a perversion of faith!'"
I also considered Joshua J. McElwee's review of a collection of essays written by 43 women from around the world, titled Catholic Women Speak: Bringing Our Gifts to the Table. It responds to the lack of representation of women at the present Synod. Whilst Pope Francis has appointed 30 women to attend the Synod as auditors making contributions to the discussions, only the 279 male members of the meetings can vote. I was particularly struck by the view taken on Pope Francis' call for a 'theology of Woman' as means to finding a more "incisive" direction for women in the Church.
"Citing Francis' call in 2013 for the Church to study a theology of womanhood, the editors say 'such comments reduce women to objects of study, a separate category of reflection'.…'We resist… any suggestion that the Church needs a theology of 'Woman' or 'womanhood',' they continue. 'Rather than a deeper theology of women, we say that the Church needs a deeper theology of the human – a theological anthropology that can be developed only by the full inclusion of women in the process of theological reflection informed by the experiential realities of daily life.'"
Earlier this year Mamamia published an article by Elly Kohistani which presented US Cardinal Raymond Leo Burke's curious interview with a publication called The New Emangelization, a group that seeks to reinstate manliness to the Church, which they believe is suffering from a "man-crisis". Cardinal Burke presents the view that "feminism" has obscured the "goodness and importance of men", and that "radical feminism" is one of the biggest problems facing the Church today.
So, to my wondering about where all this leaves us and where the Synod and the Spirit might take us. Alice follows her curiosity once more into Wonderland…
And yes, I can hear the cries now for me, as for that other Alice who ventured into the Royal Courts of Wonderland, "Off! Off with her head!"
The Synod and Alice's New Adventures in Wonderland
(with apologies to Lewis Carroll and Disney)
"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!" declared the White Rabbit, looking curiously into the distance for his Fiat.
"Oh good", thought Alice, "a friendly face in this topsy-turvy place I can trust to be frank."
Alice: "Excuse me, Sir. You seem to know where you're going. You can give me direction then."
White Rabbit: "You'd think so, my Dear, but one's fiat – Yes, indeed, one's fiat has happened to go in very surprising directions of late. Nevertheless, we must have Patience! Heed the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
Waiting for directions, Alice's attention was taken by the tinkling of tea cups.
Alice: "Oh, White Rabbit, look! Over there! It's a Mad Hatters Tea Party… 279 mad women, all in fancy fascinators! How wonderful. What are they discussing?"
White Rabbit: "Why the nature and role of bishops of course! It's one of their specialist subjects."
Alice: "Are any of them bishops?"
White Rabbit: "No, not a single one! What a mad idea!"
Alice: "And who are they, those 30 men, sitting over there with their curious pointy hats on?"
White Rabbit: "Oh they're just invited to the Tea Party to give it a tea-party atmosphere. They're bishops. They're always calling for more tea."
Alice: "But they don't have any tea."
White Rabbit: "Well, you can always have more of nothing. How wonderful for them!"
Not for the first time, Alice was picked up by a gentle wind which whispered to her the direction she should go and she soon found herself in a most beautiful garden, previously obscured by the table of tall-hatted bishops.
"Wait a minute! You can't be here! Imposter!!" The cries rang out.
Alice: "I'm sure this is just exactly where I belong."
Orchid: "It's quite impossible. These are the Royal Ministry Gardens! State your means of arrival!"
Alice: "Why, I came via the warm-wind-that-blows-where-it-will."
Orchid: "Hurrumph! You are mistaken."
Laughter filled the garden.
Alice: "It's really very rude indeed to laugh when one is moved by such a wind, you know."
Petunia: "Indigestion more likely!"
The Rose: "Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear?"
Alice: "Well, I guess you would call me… genus, humanus… Alice."
Daisy: "Ever see an alice with a blossom like that?"
Orchid: "Come to think of it, did you ever see an alice?"
Daisy: "Yes, and did you notice her petals? What a peculiar colour."
Orchid: (sniffing Alice's hair) "And so much fragrance."
The Rose: "We'll have to do a special 'alice-study', and work out just exactly what you are and where your special place is."
Alice: "But why isn't it just here with you, now? We're just the same, …I'm just as mad as you!"
Orchid: "What kind of logic is that!? And with those feet, you'll trample all over us in no time!"
Daisy: "See all the trouble you started?"
The Rose: "No, no, genus alice, this simply won't do! Come back again in several years. Dooo come back, but don't be in a hurry, these things take time…" (yawn)
Alice found herself put out of the garden. The White Rabbit was there, again puzzling over the question of his Fiat, whilst busily opening a series of doors that looked as if they had been closed for A VERY long time. He stopped and looked at her with love.
White Rabbit: "All the doors must be opened!"
But there was one very little door that the White Rabbit seemed unable to get to. Through its tiny keyhole Alice could just spy the Royal Ministry Gardens. But, try as she might, even if this door could be opened, she knew she could only just squeeze the toe of her pink shoe through its opening.
Alice: "Well, I simply must get through!"
Door Knob: "Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible."
Alice: "You mean impossible?"
Door Knob: "No, impassible. Nothing's impossible."
As she stood pondering possible impossibilities a voice perched high on a branch broadcast down.
Cheshire Cat: "Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way."
Alice: "Who did?"
Cheshire Cat: "The White Rabbit."
Alice: "Which way?"
Cheshire Cat: "Can you stand on your head?"
Alice: "Oh!"
* Alice Priest is a religious educator with more than 20 years' experience across a range of settings – from the classroom to youth ministry and teacher education. She has lived and worked in Catholic school systems and ministries in Italy, Germany and Australia. Alice currently enjoys a teaching and chaplaincy role at St Scholastica's College, Glebe in Sydney.
Artwork: With thanks to Ben Savet
thanks Alice for your courage and Creativity. Marie.
Brilliant Alice…..we were hoping to use this in one of our liturgies..if that is okay?
Please, go right ahead.
Very, very good Alice and you know and I know that it is all too true but we can keep making little inroads and there will be, one day, a break through and you and other will get in – if you really want to.
Stunning, creative and insightful Alice! You are a gift to us as a community – your courageous faith and stunning intellect inspire me! Thank you Alice!
Dear Alice, I loved this. It is such a creative way to show the blindness and rigidity that plagues the Catholic church on this particular issue. A difficult message communicated with humour and love. Well done.
wonderful Alice amazing insight
We must pray that Pope Francis will be moved by the Spirit to make the impassable possible ASAP
Great article Alice, thanks for sharing your creativity, humour and common sense!
Thanks Alice! Fiat: "be it done" / "let it be done" … Mary's words. Very clever. No doubt Frank will eventually find his car / his "Yes!" with the help of the wind. For another interesting reading on dualistic thinking that helps to explain the 'madness' of those who need to categorise and legalise everything: http://www.jmm.org.au/articles/24168.htm
Oh I loved reading this, made me laugh and so thankful that there are so many other women who share similar ponderings that I do!
I loved reading this Alice – humour is still a great way to get a point across. It seems crazy or "mad" to us that few women are attending this synod and no women can vote, but celibate men can decide the way for us. Also great the way the Spirit is called upon to blow open the doors, but only the doors that the Pope and Bishops want opened. No one in the Vatican listens to us women – we are powerless to some extent, but don't let us become invisible. Let us stand up and be seen. Thank you. Nanoya
Congratulations Alice. A powerful, clever critique. I thoroughly enjoyed your creative approach which brilliantly highlights this 'madness'. Helen
What heart you give us Alice with your ponderings and creativity. You and each of us women who stand in the doorways hoping are indeed Queen of hearts who not only have heart, but take heart and are the indeed the heart of the church of the future. No one can steal that from us. Marie
What a creative imaginative narrative ! It screams with truth, ' impassable but nothing is impossible ' . If Pope Francis' recent admonition to be a listening church – listening to people ( senses fidelium ) , bishops listening to each other, and Pope listening to all and guided by the Spirit. Wow ! There is hope , and that flickering flame keeps me going despite the Synod being named a ' language – fest ' by Brisbane's bishop. Thanks Alice
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Incoming Trojan Wins Prestigious U.S. Girls' Junior Title
July 27, 2013
Gabriella Then, who will enroll at USC in a matter of weeks as a freshman on the USC women's golf team, won the prestigious U.S. Girls' Junior on Saturday (July 27) in Fort Wayne, Ind.
Then, a 17-year-old from Rancho Cucamonga, Calif., beat Lakareber Abe 2 and 1 in the 36-hole final at Sycamore Hills.
Then advanced out of match play with the No. 44 slot and worked her way to the final after two previous first-round match play finals at the event and a 2011 quarterfinal loss.
Then will join a loaded Trojan team which won the 2013 NCAA team title by 21 strokes at an NCAA record 19-under par for its school record seventh win of the season. The squad, which also won the Pac-12 and NCAA West Regional title, returns all five starters from last year, including four All-Americans and the 2013 Player of the Year, Annie Park.


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ON TOUR: Smith Reaches First Challenger Semifinal
What a week it has been thus far in Winnetka, Ill., for former Vol John-Patrick Smith.
Smith had to qualify for the main draw field at the Winnetka Challenger earlier this week and advanced to his first career Challenger-level semifinal Thursday with a 6-2, 1-0 ret. win over Mikhail Ledovskikh of Russia.
The 2011 SEC Athlete of the Year takes on sixth-seeded Sergei Bubka today with a spot in the finals on the line.
Smith is also vying for his fourth Challenger title of the year with former Baylor standout John Peers. The Aussie duo has had a quick week of work thanks to their opponents withdrawing from competition. They defeated Roman Borvanov and Laurynas Grigelis 6-2, 6-1 in Thursday's quarterfinals and then automatically advanced to the finals when Mitchell Frank and Bradley Klahn withdrew.
Tennys Sandgren played in his first Challenger quarterfinal Thursday, losing to Bubka 6-4, 6-4 in the evening session.
Sandgren and Rhyne Williams are still alive in doubles where they'll face former Ole Miss Rebel Devin Britton and former Texas A&M standout Jeff Dadamo.
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Thank you~! <3 She was comfortable to wear, too! XD The only drawback was that people didn't realise that I was cosplaying half the time, and thought I was just a little bit funny in the head for my fashion sense. o_o; Still, it was a fun costume to do. X3 If you liked my Olette costume, then this photo might interest you - http://Keysha-chan.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Town-Kids-68478436 --- the Demyx in this photo is the one who took the photo I linked, but anyway - that photo was the highlight of the Kingdom Hearts photoshoot for me. >w<
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North Park Main Street and San Diego Markets are proud to present a weekly event taking place in our vibrant neighborhood: the North Park Thursday Market! Join us every Thursday, year-round, from 3pm – 7:30pm at 3000 North Park Way (between 30th Street & Utah) for the neighborhood's Certified Farmers' Market!
Some 80 tents house farmers and vendors bringing their locally grown produce, artisan grocery items, prepared foods and hand-crafted goods every Thursday, rain-or-shine, to this family-friendly community event. Eat dinner, mingle with your neighbors and enjoy the outdoor setting.
Spot your favorites like J R Organics CSA Farm, Suzie's Farm, Smit Farms, Valdivia Farm, The Bread Barn Artisan Bread Company, Bitchin' Sauce and GreenFix Organic Smoothie along with great new farmers and vendors. Customers at the North Park Thursday Market will find locally-raised meat from Da Le Ranch, Spring Hill Farms organic cheese & butter, unique sauces from Baby Clydesdale, innovative prepared foods and rotating San Diego handcraft and fancy flea sections.
Local chefs host cooking demonstrations with tasting experiences for customers. Take advantage of the opportunity to get to know these trendsetting Chefs personally, and enjoy delicious recipes from Chef Matt Gordon of Urban Solace Restaurant, Chef Rich Sweeney of Waypoint Public, Chef Joanne Sherif of Cardamom Cafe and Bakery, Chef Abe Botello of West Coast Tavern and many more. Within walking distance to the North Park Thursday Market, these restaurants offer ongoing specials like West Coast Tavern's new "Thursday Vegetarian Plate," Waypoint Public's "Market Panzanella Salad," & Saiko Sushi's "Farmers' Market Special" sourced from what's freshest from the farmers.
Live music fills the air and creates a vibrant energy. Enjoy the stylings of local performers like Ace Tropic, Eric Rozet, Barrie Dempsey, Candread and more. Thanks to the support of the SDPL North Park Branch Library, Mona Lizzy's Art Studio and other community partners, the North Park Thursday Market features a healthy after-school snack area for kiddos like Friends of Jefferson Elementary students along with hands-on activities that share nutrition information in fun and creative ways.
Grab easy parking thanks to the adjacent 340-space North Park Parking Garage. The North Park Thursday Market accepts SNAP EBT cards for scrip that can be used for farm fresh fruits and vegetables and grocery items throughout the market. Double your SNAP EBT benefits for fresh fruits and vegetables every week (up to $10, limit one matching transaction per week per card) with Market Match. See the Welcome Booth for more information!
Per SD County health code requirements, pets should be kept 20 feet from food booths- it's difficult to find a spot in the market that is far enough away from food at our food-focused market, but of course we never restrict service animals.
Invite your friends and neighbors, bring the kids and plan to fill up your grocery bags at the North Park Thursday Market every Thursday, rain-or-shine from 3pm – 7:30pm on North Park Way!
Shop some 80 booths offering local farm-fresh produce, eggs, meat and plants, artisan food from pastry to sea salts and shellfish, honest prepared foods and select gifts and specialties. New farmers and vendors added regularly!
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Looking to get started but not sure where to start? Register for the next Vendor 101 Workshop, held right here in North Park monthly.
The North Park Thursday Market is located in a neighborhood shopping district, and convenient parking is available! In addition to street parking nearby, there is a large parking garage directly adjacent the market. The garage is located at the intersection of 29th Street and North Park Way; rates are just $1 an hour and never more than $5 a day/night.
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Inflation is not a problem if it is low; but, once it escalates, it causes severe economic problems. To control inflation, central banks use different tools such as interest rates. In the U.S., the Federal Reserve targets inflation rate in the U.S. economy to be between two percent and three percent.
The inflation figures in the U.S. are reported by the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS) each month, for the previous month.
Since the financial crisis of 2008 and 2009, inflation in the U.S. economy has been very low. In 2013, prices increased by 1.5%, which was well below the Federal Reserve's target. But, over the past few years, the central bank has printed a significant amount of money to boost the economy. The money supply, as a result, has substantially increased. In addition to this, the U.S. government has also spent, continuing to incur budget deficits year-over-year. Going forward, this could mean soaring inflation.


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For Ballard's latest pot dispensary, focus on medicinal over recreational
By Ryan Hueter, UW News Lab
While some view marijuana as nothing more than an illicit drug, others have found its medicinal elements very beneficial in reducing stress and pain. And now some of those converts are turning that belief in the healing abilities of marijuana into a storefront and delivery service in Ballard.
Green Ambrosia (7730 15th Ave NW) offers marijuana in a wide array of products, including cookies, gummy candies, tinctures, creams, dried buds, clones that are ready to be grown into plants, even cannabis-infused peanut butter and jellies.
Founder Dante Jones also works with vendors from the Ballard area, selling medicated honey sticks from a Ballard resident who implores users to "Bee Happy," and pens that quickly vaporize buds for a puff on the go.
Jones previously worked in the video game industry, where he said he worked 20 hours a day in completely blacked-out buildings. As a result he now suffers from fibromyalgia, hypermobility of his joints, and other ailments. But he has found relief in marijuana.
"Marijuana is something that helps me both fall asleep at night, wake up in the morning, and just even get a meal down," Jones said. "Now I can take all that I've gone through and help other people with it and talk to them about how they can live their lives a little better."
Two years ago Jones started Green Ambrosia as a delivery service to help others with medical marijuana authorizations to find the same benefits from the plant that he did. Green Ambrosia opened as a storefront in mid-February.
"We created this company to be patients helping other patients," Jones said.
For CJ Torres, who now works at Green Ambrosia, marijuana helps relieve pain and ease the symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. Torres was in the Army for four years and did two separate tours in Iraq – for nine months in 2003 and again for 15 months in 2005.
"This is something that I've always believed in," Torres said. "As soon as I got out of the Army, I was given a bunch of pills that I didn't really like. I've been supporting medical cannabis for a while."
CJ Torres
After falling off a four-story building and breaking his back, Danny Greene suffers from arthritis in his neck and back, but marijuana helps reduce the pain and nerve spasticity from the accident.
"I've seen a lot of my friends use heavy pharmaceutical painkillers ... and I saw them turn into junkies basically," Greene said. "I wasn't into that. ... I use marijuana solely as my pain reliever."
Greene has found relief in using medicinal marijuana, which allows him to continue working in the construction industry. After the building that used to house a state-run liquor store became available around October, Greene went work remodeling it to turn it into Green Ambrosia.
It's just one of many projects that Greene has been able to accomplish with the help of marijuana.
"I can go and live a normal life with all the pain that I'm in and function during the day by eating a cookie, by eating a little piece of candy," Greene said, "instead of something that's going to completely just ruin my liver and make me feel like a zombie."
While marijuana is certainly a hot-button issue, Jones said the reaction from the surrounding neighborhood about his business moving in has been positive.
"Overall, the community has been really good here," Jones said.
The Seattle Department of Planning and Development recently released a map of where businesses for selling both medicinal and recreational marijuana could be established in the Seattle area. Jones' location was one of few where a business could sell cannabis for both uses and could find an available storefront.
Many of the areas that were marked as possible locations for such a storefront are heavily industrial areas, such as Boeing Field and shipyards, where a suitable building could not be reasonably found.
"We were actually really excited," Jones said.
CJ Torres, left, and Dante Jones, right
In the meantime, I-502 brings with it questions.
Recently, Sen. Jeanne Kohl-Welles (D-Belltown) told the Ballard News-Tribune that the legislature is on standby until the fall, when the State Liquor Control Board should roll out a plan defining policy for the sale of marijuana. A bill she tried to pass this year did not get a hearing in the Republican controlled state senate, she said.
Jones admits that there is a lot gray area surrounding what will be legal and what won't as I-502 goes into effect, but he is looking forward to the possibilities that the new legislation will provide.
"As I-502 starts to take effect, we're hoping that we'll be able to change from a medical marijuana model to the licensed retailer model," Jones said. "And from that, we're not quite sure what it's going to be, what the laws are going to be, what the regulations are going to be, or what the fees and costs are going to be, so we're not quite sure beyond that."
Green Ambrosia is open every day, 10 a.m. – 7 p.m., and offers delivery service for in-store products.
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WTF does surry mean?
My guess is it is supposed to be 'surrey', which is an old time carriage. This is totally consistent with the lyrics (after the word is changed into a verb). Especially when you read this definition of a surrey which I found:
"... two-seated pleasure carriage ..."
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google searches on the lyrics for this song return about a 4:1 ratio of people using 'surry' over using 'surrey'. I'm not sure which spelling Laura Nyro originally used, but I'm placing my bet on 'surrey'.
BTW There is another song with reference to a surrey, "Surrey with the Fringe on Top", which comes from the old musical "Oklahoma"


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Two Arsenal stars found out what it is like to play football blindfolded on Tuesday as they visited a group of Vietnamese youngsters at a school in Hanoi.
Ignasi Miquel and Emi Martinez visited the Nguyen Dinh Chieu School in Hanoi - the only school in Vietnam to teach both able and disabled students.
They were blindfolded and joined in a game where the players used a ball with a bell in it in front of a silent crowd, before passing on coaching tips to the youngsters.
Speaking about the visit, Miquel said: "It was an amazing experience. How they manage to play so well only using their sense of hearing and team communication is beyond me. Their passion for football is amazing and so we've all really enjoyed coming here today to give them some coaching and hopefully make a positive difference to their lives."
The school is home to more than 1,000 students, 154 of whom are visually impaired. It is one of the leading schools in Vietnam for community sport games for disabled children, particularly football, and has picked up a number of accolades in various national competitions.
Since 2011, the school has partnered with the Vietnam Football Federation (VFF) and Premier Skills project, managed by British Council Vietnam, to run a community football club which regularly attracts 50 students to each session.
Thai Van Khoa, principal at Nguyen Dinh Chieu School, said: "Our football team of visually impaired students was founded in 2003. Since then, the team has won many titles in national sports competitions for disabled students. It is our great pleasure to welcome the Arsenal players to our school. This is the first time our visually impaired students have had the opportunity to meet in person, the players that they adore. This means a lot to the kids and will inspire them."
Ian Robinson, acting country director for the British Council, said: "Teamwork and inspiration are the backbone of Arsenal's success. These are the very same elements that helped make the London 2012 Olympic and Paralympic games such a great success. It is wonderful to pass this enthusiasm on to Vietnamese children. We hope the examples of the value of teamwork developed today will inspire the students to replicate this model within their school and community to develop and inspire future school children."
Arsenal Football Club has always believed that disability should be no barrier to sport and runs regular football sessions in the UK for children that are visually impaired, deaf or suffer from learning difficulties. The sessions are part of the 'Arsenal for Everyone' initiative, which celebrates the Club's commitment to equality and diversity.
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By David Ljunggren
OTTAWA (Reuters) - The leader of a separatist party in French-speaking Quebec said on Wednesday she wants to scrap the movement's commitment to seek a quick break from the rest of Canada if it wins power.
Polls show the opposition Parti Quebecois (PQ) trails the province's Liberal government, in part because of nervousness about a pledge to hold a referendum on independence in the first year of its mandate.
The PQ performed badly in the last provincial election, in March 2007, and quickly ditched its then leader.
The PQ will discuss a new policy platform later this month and leader Pauline Marois, who took over in June, said if the party wins the next election she wants to start "a national conversation" with Quebecers about sovereignty.
"I am breaking the mold by proposing ... that we suspend the obligation to have a referendum in the first part of our mandate," she told a televised news conference.
She declined to say when a future PQ government might hold a referendum, saying: "I am removing an obligation, I don't want to create another one now."
Quebec voted against separation from Canada in referendums held in 1980 and 1995, both times when the PQ was in power.
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Also check this out, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOvbv-LkK6w, from the upcoming Star Wars The Old Republic. Is there anyone who hasn't enjoyed Star Wars?:)
Deus Ex Human Revolution http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6JTvzrpBy0&has_verified=1
I said to friends the first time I saw this video: Real-life actors won't be necessary in the near future. I mean, these folks can jump higher, run faster, are much cooler and, they don't need to get paid ChrisMuch much cooler. I loved the way other assassins make entry.
I played AC1 and AC2 I was starting to enjoy the storyline, something rare in modern games. I'm pretty excited to play this, gotta wait for it to come out on PC though.Same here. Waiting for it to be released on PC. It's November 16th, right? Though i never played AC1 or AC2 but still I always loved its amazing wallpapers. I was just wandering through youtube in search of a new game to buy. I searched for it and what I got was this stunning thing.
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Lyle Young, supervisor of student teacher and resident year teachers at Northwestern Oklahoma State University, recently was recognized for serving 47 years in the field of education by being inducted into the Oklahoma Educators Hall of Fame.
Since 2002, he has been assisting student teachers at Northwestern. Most of Young's years in education were spent at Tulsa Public Schools as a teacher, counselor, principal and district administrator. From 1995 to 2001, he served as superintendent of Stillwater Public Schools.
He also has helped administer the National Assessment of Educational Progress in Oklahoma as an assessment coordinator since 2003.
His honors include Administrator of the Year from the Oklahoma Association for Secondary School Principals.
He also was named Administrator of the Year from the Oklahoma Association for Secondary School Principals, and received the Gold Medal for Excellence in Education Leadership Award that was presented by the University Council for Educational Administration.
"I am truly proud to be recognized as one who has exemplified a commitment to quality public education as past inductees have done," Young said. "I am humbled by the award, and I hope that I have done all that I could for the students and staff in the schools where I have served."
Inductees were honored at a formal ceremony and banquet on Aug. 27 at Quail Creek Country Club. Their portraits will be added into the Hall of Fame, which are displayed at the Oliver Hodge Education Building on the campus of the state Capitol.
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Every time I turn on my computer I have to re-activate the NumLock key so I can use the keypad. Isn't there a way to make it be on automatically.
Well, *most* computers have a setting that allows you to have it turn on automatically. Since this tip requires you to play around with your computer's system settings (NOT Windows settings), I need to tell you that it's a do-at-your-own-risk deal (more so than usual).
Since all computers are a little different, you may find the instructions below aren't *exactly* what you'll encounter. So, with that in mind, here's how to automatically turn on that NUM Lock key:
1. Turn your computer on. As it's going through its memory tests and getting ready to start loading windows, look for something that says "Press xxxxx To Enter Setup" (mine actually says: "Press DEL to enter setup").
These instructions are usually in the lower left hand corner of your screen. If you don't see any instructions, try hitting your Escape key. That will sometimes clear any "splash screen" and let you see what's behind it. If that doesn't work, you may have to dig through your manual to figure out how to get into your system setup.
Please note that this is done well before Windows wakes up . In fact, for most computers you'll need to do it within a few seconds of boot up.
2. Hopefully you're now in the System Setup area. The Num Lock setting is normally under an option like " BIOS Features Setup" and is called something cryptic like "Boot up NumLock status" You'll need to use your arrow keys to navigate around and usually your Page up / Page Down keys to change settings. Once you arrow to the setting, turn it on (again, probably with your Page up/ Page down keys)
3. After it's set, hit the ESCAPE button. Most computer setup screens have two exit options, one to save and exit and the other to not save and exit. Select the "save and exit" option (you may have to confirm by pressing the "y" key) and your computer should re-boot.
That's about it. If you did everything correctly, your NumLock key should now be turning itself on.
~ Steve