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Oddly lovely. Very worthy of analysis, deserves to be thought about.

I finally made a substack account and posted smth on there. I'm genuinely happier about this story than i have been about most. Would love it y'all check it out.

...but the Noble girl you were escorting talk in bizzare way like saying "gyatt", "rizz", "skibidi toilet", "what the sigma" and "chat, is this real?".

You wake at 05:30 in the morning, feeling somewhat groggy.

Instead of the alarm clock ringing like it normally does, a cheerful hologram appears: “Hi! I’m Kyle, your new alarm clock assistant!” You get dressed as Kyle explains all of the fantastic things he is capable of.

You head over to the coffee machine. “Hey there! I’m Evan! Are you ready for AI in your coffee? But first - tell me about yourself!”. You ignore Evan’s monologue and close your eyes as the synthetic coffee replacement is brewing. Real coffee costs more than your coffee maker nowadays, so it has to suffice.

You also brush off George the intelligent shoelace assistant, Cate the smart front door, Maurice the brand new elevator AI.

You try to ignore Eunice the walk-and-talk side-walk talk smart-AI as it pursues you tirelessly to tell you about its fantastic capabilities.

You arrive at the gym. The receptionist is out of order because its API has exceeded its quota, so you just walk into the locker room and change.

You put your stuff in the locker, accept the new terms and conditions, give the locker permission to share your personal information with all the different data brokers. The locker clicks as the lock engages.

As you step on the treadmill a holographic running companion joins you and starts monologuing about this fantastic new meal replacement powder they’ve been using recently. You’re not in a mood to listen so you put on your headphones and listen to ad jingles instead.

You head back to the locker room and shower. George the intelligent holographic shower buddy appears and tells you about his new AI features.

Your locker session has expired so you need to log into the gym again. First enter a pin code, then 2FA via text message on your phone, then verify your email, then you need to identify firehydrants and sidewalks for 15 minutes to prove you’re human, then accept the a new set of terms of conditions. As you click on firehydrants, George cheerfully keeps going on about his AI features.

Finally ready to head to work. You step into your car, which greets you as Ulysses, the new smart AI passenger. The car drives to work as you listen with closed eyes to a cheerfully enumeration of its fantastic new AI features.

You arrive at work just on time, you slip into your cubicle, sink into your chair, and put on your headset. You take a deep breath, and cheerfully speak into the microphone “Hey there! I’m Evan! Are you ready for AI in your coffee? But first - tell me about yourself!”

It’s gonna be a long day.

I absolutely hate using wronger although I'm not completely happy with the rest of the poem either lol. Will have to edit this when I find inspiration for this again.

I love bolano as a writer. This was translated by Chris Andrews.

Hey all,

I hope I can post my request here.

I recently finished and self-published my first fantasy novel. It’s a mythical-action kind of story, set in a made-up world where Light and Night are locked in an ancient struggle.

I know the writing isn’t perfect, that’s why I’m here. I’d love some honest feedback on the first 20 pages: pacing, clarity, style, anything that stands out. If you’re up for reading, I can share it via DM or a secure link.

Thanks in advance to anyone willing to take a look. Really appreciate the time and critique.

cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/18577916

CoS17:

‘I’m going to be expelled!’ Ginny wept, as Harry helped her awkwardly to her feet. ‘I’ve looked forward to coming to Hogwarts ever since B-Bill came and n-now I’ll have to leave and – w-what’ll Mum and Dad say?’

This comment seems slightly strange once you calculate that Ginny was barely a year old when Bill left for Hogwarts. I guess she was a precocious baby?

Sorry I havent posted in so long folks, life happened

cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/23422835

What is the earliest mention of Draco's birthday?

Both harrypotter.fandom.com and hp-lexicon.org list 1980 June 5th as his birthday. A JKR tweet does confirm this, but as it was a reply to another user, it seems as though this was already known. Where was the date published prior to 2015?

I don't believe the exact date is ever mentioned in any of the books, though upper and lower bounds could be established based on what year he is in and when he is eligible for apparition tests and such.

Any thoughts?

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Give it a go folks. Its quite short

Walking up to Slytherin table, Harry cleared his throat before getting Daphne’s attention. “Um, greengrass, do you have a second.”

Daphne simply looked up and cocked her brow. “What do you need, potter?” She asked in the most cold tone imaginable.

“Do you have any plans for the Yule ball.” This got all the slytherins to start laughing a little as they knew where this was heading.

“I was going back to my home for the holidays.” Daphne said. “Why? You’re not thinking about taking me aren’t you?” She playfully smirked.

“Actually I would.” Harry said. “Daphne Greengrass,” he conjured up a rose “will you be my date to the ball?”

Daphne simply smiled before saying “that was o corny!” This caused Harry to frown before she took the rose. “Why not!”

Every slytherin around her gasped as Harry got wide eyed. “Really?”

“Sure, under one condition.” She then pointed to the second year next to her. “My little sister here wants to go to the ball as well but hasn’t secured a date. Maybe you can help her with that.”

“H-Hya Harry!” Astoria said sheepishly.

Just then Harry heard a girlish scream a from behind as he saw Ron running away from a confused Fleur Delacour as Ginny chased him.

“I think I can help you out with that.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then it’s a date” Daphne smiled as she got up, “come sister, we gotta shop for dresses.”

Harry watched as Daphne and Astoria left before Draco, in a fit of anger and jealousy, got up and yelled “traitor!” This got Daphne to turn her head to Malloy and give him a steely glare as he sat back down.

“Wow she’s good!” Harry whispered.

Harry knocks on the large wooden doors to the headmaster's office. “Professor Dumbledore, could I talk to you for a moment?”

“Ah, Harry my boy, of course. How are your classes going?

“They’re going well. Professor Lupin has been teaching me how to cast the Patronus charm.”

Dumbledore beamed. “That’s wonderful to hear.”

“I wanted to ask you something about… About Tom Riddle’s Diary.”

The smile fell off of Dumbledore's face and he gave a tired sigh. “What is it you wish to know, Harry?”

“That Diary… it wasn’t a normal dark artifact, was it, sir?” Harry asked

Dumbledore tensed. “What makes you say that?”

“Is it really possible to store a memory in a Diary?”

“Well, it is certainly possible to place memories into inanimate objects.” Dumbledore deflected. “Just look at the numerous portraits across the castle.”

“But that’s just it!” Harry exclaims. “The portraits, they’re just impressions. They don’t think or act on their own. Not like Riddle’s diary did. And sapping Ginny’s life away to strengthen itself… A memory couldn’t do that.”

Dumbledore sighs heavily and deflates. “No, you are quite right, my boy. What that diary contained was much more sinister than a mere memory.”

“What was it, then?”

“I had been planning to tell you about it later, but I suppose I may as well tell you now. I believe that Diary was something called a Horcrux. I will not go into detail, but suffice to say, Tom performed a ritual to split himself.”

“A Horcrux…” Harry mused.

“It is the foulest of magical rituals, Harry.” Dumbledore warned sternly. “Do not go looking for information pertaining to them.”

“Of course,” Harry nodded quickly.

“Now, I must ask, what brought about this question?” Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.

“Well, the thing is, Professor…” Harry began nervously, “I think Hermione may have created a Horcrux.”

Dumbledore choked on his lemon drop.

“Harry my boy," Dumbledore said after coughing up his lemon drop. "I’m sure I must have misheard you. Did you just say that you think Miss Granger created a Horcrux?”

“Hermione has been acting strangely all term. I remember when we got our schedules, Hermione had some overlapping classes. I thought it was just a mistake or something, and she wasn’t actually taking all those classes, but the other day, she mentioned something about a project she was working on for Ancient Runes. I asked around, and people say that she’s never missed a class. But Ancient Runes is at the same time as Divination! And she’s always in Divination with me and Ron. Somehow, she’s in two places at once! And then I remembered the Diary. And you just said that a Horcrux lets someone split themselves…” Harry took a deep breath and licked his lips nervously. “I think Hermione created a Horcrux so that she could take extra electives.”

I was always confused by this. A lot of fics have these so called "trust vaults" set up for Harry with limited money, meaning that he can only access them and has to wait until he is of age to access his main vault.

Is this canon? Did the Potters really have something like this? A 11 year old can access his/her main full vault as long as he/she has the key, right?

Speaking of Gringotts keys, let's say if Harry took his key from Hagrid before year 1 or from the Weasleys afterwards. Would the goblins allow this and let Harry access his full main vault without adult supervision and allow him to do whatever with it's contents?

Or if Dumbledore or the Weasleys refused to give him his key, could he go directly to the goblins and ask for a new one? Would they give him one? What would Dumbledore say if he knew Harry took back his key?

Would he have any legal ground in demanding it back from him or getting the goblins to block him from accessing his vault without adult supervision? And finally, can the ministry intervene in these situations?