Post by Headmaster on Mar 8, 2008 11:28:53 GMT -5
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[align=center]Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights-- Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after time[/align]
Appearances can be deceiving. Take a look around London. It appears normal, but should someone lift away its mask, it would become something entirely different. A world filled with magic and memories, drowning in monumental affairs. This world beyond London’s veil is that of the Wizards. To the watching eyes it, like London, appears to be peaceful, buzzing with normalcy (or, at least, the usual all-to-do, up-in-arms, something’s-going-on-everywhere-all-the-time, there’s-always-an-adventure-to-be-had normalcy of the magical universe.)
[align=center]Sometimes you picture me, I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said
Then you say--go slow--I fall behind
The second hand unwinds[/align]
In January of 1976, Christmas ended and a new year started. After a long seasonal break, everyone returned to their routine: parents and adults to work or wherever they go, and students back to Hogwarts, their home away from home. But something isn’t right. Beneath the cheery murmur of the towns, one’s ears may catch a bit of gossip: “Voldemort is gathering followers, the dark lord is rising to power!”
Many who hear this smile politely, knock their companion on the back of the head, call them stupid, and tell them not to believe silly rumors, after all, no evil can exists in such a place…and if it did, the Ministry would alert the public…and they would handle it. But others nod silently, they know something is going on behind closed doors.
[align=center]If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after Time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after Time[/align]
It is true, the dark lord is mutely rising to power, gathering followers known as Deatheaters. The ministry knows this, but they refuse to acknowledge it publicly. Instead, they implement small precautions and move on with their political lives. Aurors have been instructed to use drastic methods, not differing greatly from those of their opponents. A silent war has begun, casualties already add up. To counter Voldemort, a “secret” society has formed, The Order Of The Phoenix. Their mission is simple: protect, preserve, fight…do not stand down, do not fall to evil.
Despite this, despite the events that should cause turmoil or some variation from normalcy, normalcy continues for many. But the pace has quickened, as though the population is racing against time itself.
It is too soon to tell what the future holds for these people. For now, they go on, making as many memories as they can in the time they are given. For now, they stay strong: the young, the old, the pure of heart, and the wicked. For now, the majority turn their faces from the future, and focus on the present. In time, they will have no choice but to face the inevitable. But for now, let them make their memories, let them have their moments, let them dream, let them be, let them decided for themselves what paths to follow.
[align=center]After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows--you're wondering if I'm ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time--
If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after Time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after Time[/i][/align][/color]
[/align][align=center]Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights-- Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after time[/align]
Appearances can be deceiving. Take a look around London. It appears normal, but should someone lift away its mask, it would become something entirely different. A world filled with magic and memories, drowning in monumental affairs. This world beyond London’s veil is that of the Wizards. To the watching eyes it, like London, appears to be peaceful, buzzing with normalcy (or, at least, the usual all-to-do, up-in-arms, something’s-going-on-everywhere-all-the-time, there’s-always-an-adventure-to-be-had normalcy of the magical universe.)
[align=center]Sometimes you picture me, I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said
Then you say--go slow--I fall behind
The second hand unwinds[/align]
In January of 1976, Christmas ended and a new year started. After a long seasonal break, everyone returned to their routine: parents and adults to work or wherever they go, and students back to Hogwarts, their home away from home. But something isn’t right. Beneath the cheery murmur of the towns, one’s ears may catch a bit of gossip: “Voldemort is gathering followers, the dark lord is rising to power!”
Many who hear this smile politely, knock their companion on the back of the head, call them stupid, and tell them not to believe silly rumors, after all, no evil can exists in such a place…and if it did, the Ministry would alert the public…and they would handle it. But others nod silently, they know something is going on behind closed doors.
[align=center]If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after Time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after Time[/align]
It is true, the dark lord is mutely rising to power, gathering followers known as Deatheaters. The ministry knows this, but they refuse to acknowledge it publicly. Instead, they implement small precautions and move on with their political lives. Aurors have been instructed to use drastic methods, not differing greatly from those of their opponents. A silent war has begun, casualties already add up. To counter Voldemort, a “secret” society has formed, The Order Of The Phoenix. Their mission is simple: protect, preserve, fight…do not stand down, do not fall to evil.
Despite this, despite the events that should cause turmoil or some variation from normalcy, normalcy continues for many. But the pace has quickened, as though the population is racing against time itself.
It is too soon to tell what the future holds for these people. For now, they go on, making as many memories as they can in the time they are given. For now, they stay strong: the young, the old, the pure of heart, and the wicked. For now, the majority turn their faces from the future, and focus on the present. In time, they will have no choice but to face the inevitable. But for now, let them make their memories, let them have their moments, let them dream, let them be, let them decided for themselves what paths to follow.
[align=center]After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows--you're wondering if I'm ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time--
If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after Time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after Time[/i][/align][/color]