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    <issued>2007-07-30T11:44:00</issued>
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      <name>Hannah Abbott</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Hey everyone, hope you&apos;re all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a yell to say I&apos;m back in Australia. I&apos;ll have to wait a few weeks until my internet is reconnected but I can use my sister&apos;s computer in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve missed you all, and I really hope things start up again soon - it&apos;d break my heart if this game closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;Winnie&lt;br /&gt;(Hannah/Natalie)</content>
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    <issued>2007-07-14T17:55:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;i&gt;&quot;I want to love and be loved more than anything else in the world&quot; - Marilyn Monroe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve spent these long days tucked away in the dungeons that by some cruel stroke of fate are the dank cage assigned to the man I love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Being down here in the cold, in the wet, the stench of mildew rising through the mattress, I can&apos;t imagine his beautiful spirit being anything but chained here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my simple presence enlivens him, and I know he needs me more then he&apos;ll ever admit - but I want to show him that he needn&apos;t deny his feelings; needn&apos;t neglect his needs out of some misguided sense of chivalry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At night (if that is even when I sleep most), he finds me in my dreams, arms reaching for me as he lies, wounded, on his back. I pull him to my bosom, cradling his head with infinite tenderness. He needs me, and I need him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could never bear to see his hands or his mouth on another, nor let him suffer through the realization that it was I he should have been with all along.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course, the tenderness is often followed by an intense coupling - a show of his need for me, his dependance on what only I can give. It&apos;s not strange for me to wake with a cry, my body aching, proving that as much as he belongs to me, I belong to him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would die for him, because he is everything, and Merlin help anyone that comes between us.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2007-06-28T20:11:00</issued>
    <modified>2007-06-28T12:33:48Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Merlin, what a crazy few days it&apos;s been! Rain, then cleaning up. &lt;strike&gt;Not to mention being driven half mad by Charlie.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private (Charlie)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan and I caught up last night. It was wonderful to see her again, to see how she&apos;s changed. Yet she&apos;s still very recognizable. Very Sue. It felt like school in a way - we just fell back into that closeness we used to have. Somehow I suppose after a while she became more interesting then most others - she wasn&apos;t in anyones face without good reason. I guess that made me curious and that&apos;s why we became friends. But anyway, we had a good chat, and I&apos;m glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Charlie]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private (Hannah only)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her everything, about what happened after my mother died, how I lost myself. About my crush on her. I didn&apos;t tell her that she&apos;s as stubborn and beautiful as ever. Somehow with her, it&apos;s different, I can touch her, put my head on her shoulder and it doesn&apos;t make me mad like with Charlie. Maybe because she&apos;s not so prone to physical affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it&apos;s funny, we&apos;re both so afraid to let people in; me because I&apos;m scared of the damage I&apos;ll do, her because (it seems) that she doesn&apos;t want to depend on anyone. Strong, independent Sue, doesn&apos;t need anyone. Except I know that she does get lonely, or at least she did, and if I can help her by just being her friend, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn&apos;t mean I don&apos;t wonder if the kiss meant anything - I suppose you couldn&apos;t even really call it a kiss. It was probably just friendly, and I&apos;m obsessing over it. She&apos;s like a sister, but at the same time not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t sleep to well last night - I woke up after only a few hours. Perhaps it was knowing Charlie was in the next room, perhaps it was processing the conversation with Sue, it might&apos;ve even been the lack of meds over the last few days. Most likely it was just that I was wearing pyjamas, but I can&apos;t possibly &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; wear them with Charlie in the next room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private to Susan]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is staying with me for a few days until I get his room into some kind of order. Just to be clear, he&apos;s staying on the couch, and nothing is going on. &lt;strike&gt;Unless you count the constant &quot;innocent&quot; touching between us.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing significant is going on anyway. I swear sometimes that man is &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to drive me insane. &lt;strike&gt;It&apos;d be okay if he could just leave the seat up, or something that didn&apos;t involve his hands on my body..&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure it&apos;s an entirely good idea, but I&lt;strike&gt;&apos;m enjoying it far more then I should be&lt;/strike&gt; don&apos;t think there&apos;s anyone else who will make sure he stays out of trouble. And he likes the smell of my perfume, so I suppose a comfortable environment is important. I even charmed a pillow for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Just as long as George doesn&apos;t make me play nurse.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Susan]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2007-06-23T22:23:00</issued>
    <modified>2007-06-23T12:36:24Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>I&apos;m glad the rain has stopped. Even if it is quite cozy under my table, it&apos;s not very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drying everything out is bloody hot work, although at least nothing is going to grow mould. &lt;strike&gt;I hope.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked on my office; apparently the new whiz-bang filing cabinet came charmed to the teeth, so all the student records are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess, but at least thanks to Charlie I&apos;ve been warm and dry for the most part, and I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve caught cold. My first priority was getting the mattress dry; I&apos;m not keen to sleep with a cushion on a stone floor anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private to Charlie]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some help getting your room fixed up? I don&apos;t want you to put too much strain on your back.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2007-06-15T19:58:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Merlin, I&apos;m freezing. Everything is just soaked, and I&apos;ve no doubt that a lot of it is going to be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My craft supplies are in plastic tubs, but everything else...my books, my tea, my medication...they&apos;re all ruined. If only I&apos;d thought to waterproof them. And Merlin! The student records, McGonagall is going to kill me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do? I&apos;m obviously hopeless at my job if I can&apos;t even keep the records safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m writing from under my table. I&apos;ve moved the craft things under my bed and built a sort of cubby house under here. The only problem is, the water is all around my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me someone is working to fix this, I&apos;m trying to pretend that none of this is happening, but it is. I just need something to calm me down, but they&apos;re all gone, there&apos;s nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, don&apos;t worry, Puff is safe, he&apos;s here with Daisy and Porky.</content>
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    <issued>2007-06-10T16:19:00</issued>
    <modified>2007-06-10T06:33:29Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there&apos;s been talk of some kind of Hufflepuff reunion so that we can catch up with what everyone&apos;s been doing the last few years. I thought it might be nice to have some tea and cake, and just have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, are you still happy to host? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m happy to supply tea and cakes, and if anyone wants to bring anything else, feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really looking forward to catching up with you all, especially those of you I haven&apos;t had a chance to chat with yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a preference for time/date? I&apos;m happy with either Saturday or Sunday, and am very flexible about time. Although I think a Sunday afternoon tea party would be quite special, perhaps even with games? or costumes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if I&apos;m getting carried away. I just love parties! &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2007-06-06T09:09:00</issued>
    <modified>2007-06-05T23:25:04Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>So, we&apos;re trapped, and everyone is freaking out. Except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don&apos;t really see the problem with not being able to leave. I like it here, I don&apos;t want to leave. The only thing that worries me is not being able to owl away for my medication, but at least I don&apos;t have to worry about that just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hexed against students&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of it is actually kind of comforting. It reminds me of being in St Mungo&apos;s, all safe. No one can get in. I mean I guess if I think about all the curses that had to be removed it sounds pretty silly, but I know that everyone did a great job, and that they&apos;ll figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;End hex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Private&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with no owls coming in, if something has happened to my family, I won&apos;t have to find out. Thank merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;End Private&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Profile</title>
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    <created>2007-06-05T23:05:19Z</created>
    <issued>2007-06-06T09:03:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v15/gillians_gal/hannah/userinfo1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Hannah Abbott at Entrapment&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Hannah Abbott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age/Birthdate:&lt;/b&gt; 22/July 18th 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Position/Job:&lt;/b&gt; Formerly a barmaid/maid/kitchen hand at the Leaky Cauldron. She offered to work on the construction team, but due to her shaky magical abilities under pressure, was assigned as McGonagall&apos;s secretary for the duration of the reconstruction. After it was completed, Hannah was offered a job as the school&apos;s registrar/recordkeeper, which she happily took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are they at Hogwarts?:&lt;/b&gt; Although she had a less hands-on role in the rebuilding of Hogwarts, Hannah always planned to attend the feast because it was an opportunity to celebrate after so many years of hard work. She hasn&apos;t had it easy, so she takes the chance to celebrate where she can get it. Also, she has been busily preparing for her new job as the Hogwarts registrar &amp; recordkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood:&lt;/b&gt; Halfblood (just - her mother was a muggleborn witch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual Orientation:&lt;/b&gt; Bi-sexual. It really has more to do with her mood then the person. If she&apos;s manic, she&apos;s very agressive and sex becomes just another way of getting a thrill. Normally she&apos;s a lot more selective, and almost afraid of letting people in. She&apos;d want to build up a relationship first, not because she doesn&apos;t want sex, but because she&apos;s afraid of letting her desire &quot;win&quot; like it has when she&apos;s not in control. She&apos;s looking for security and validation, not necessarily as a lifetime thing (although she thinks so), but as a way for her to realize that sex is a part of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; Hannah has always been a blonde, although she rarely wears her hair in pigtails anymore. She has brown eyes, that are an important part of her expressions. Standing at 5&apos;8&quot;, her body has filled out over the years, providing her with enviable curves. Despite her looks, or perhaps because of them, she rarely bothers dressing up, opting for jeans and comfortable tops most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Hannah has always loved having a home, and manages to make one for herself pretty much wherever she goes. Losing her mother, who inspired her both as a woman and as a witch, affected her deeply, not only because she had lost her mother, but because she felt the need to fill her shoes and began to question her own abilities when she, quite realistically, couldn&apos;t. Throughout her treatments (see below), one of the biggest issues she needed to deal with was realizing that she didn&apos;t have to do everything herself, and that she wasn&apos;t weak for bowing under the pressure. It is something that she struggles with to this day, but being able to assist with the reconstruction, even in a small way, has helped her feel less useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and curious, on a good day Hannah likes to be around people. Sometimes her judgement can be shaky, leading her to act in a socially inappropriate or dangerous (to herself) way. When she&apos;s manic, she&apos;s prone to promiscuity and taking dangerous risks. Like a child, she needs to be watched, and can get very angry when someone tries to stop her from doing something she wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, thanks to her medication, Hannah is a normal, friendly woman who likes to do thoughtful things for those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she&apos;s depressed, Hannah tends to feel guilt for not being active in the war, and thinks herself weak for being unable to cope with it&apos;s psychological pressures. During those times she convinces herself that because others weren&apos;t hospitalized, they don&apos;t bear trauma from the war. It can be quite alienating to others when she gets in one of these states, as it makes her appear selfish and uncaring, which is a sharp contrast to her normal personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually experiences three or four episodes a year, of varying severity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Hannah has come a long way from her days collecting chocolate frog cards, though fragments of that girl still remain. She has always been opinionated, but prone to bouts of stress and self-doubt. Her mother&apos;s death in her 6th year pushed her over the edge, and into a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to exhibit increasingly paranoid behavior, paired with bouts of recklessness, her father had her hospitalized in a London psychiatric clinic where Hannah was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder (a combination of schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released the week after her eighteenth birthday (July 25th 1998), Hannah cut ties with her father, feeling betrayed by him for putting her in a position where talking about her magic, even if she had no control over it, made her &quot;crazy&quot;. With the help of her friend Ernie MacMillan, Hannah checked herself into St Mungos, where she began to work through her mother&apos;s death and manage her illness (which was diagnosed as straight bi-polar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent a further six months as a patient at St Mungos, during which time she enjoyed visiting lonely patients and reading to them. She made a particular effort to spend time with the Longbottoms and comfort them as best she could, although her doctor had mixed feelings about this, fearing she might find it traumatic. After her release, Hannah spent a brief period working as a candy striper, but found herself wanting to know more about what was going on outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah then moved to Diagon Alley and landed herself a waitressing job at the Leaky Cauldron over the new year. Competent, polite and attentive, she did various tasks around the establishment, serving customers when she was well, and cleaning rooms or working in the kitchen when her illness got the better of her. She spent her free time gleaning what she could about the immediate aftermath of the war, which had occured while she was still recovering, and it&apos;s details withheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the reopening of Hogwarts was announced, Hannah was excited. Although she had no plans to finish her schooling, she felt that it would be a powerful test to see if the wizarding community really could be unified. She listened to the gripes of the construction workers and curse breakers, mourned the numerous accidental deaths and sometimes wondered if it was actually going to be worth it, especially since no one seemed to know who was meant to be doing what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workers moved into Hogwarts, things settled down, and Hannah found herself missing being involved. The people who had visited had become her friends, and she approached the newly-appointed McGonagall, offering her help with construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Hannah&apos;s magic didn&apos;t work well under stress, she declined, but offered her a job instead compiling what needed to be done and making sure teams got where they were supposed to go. Hannah took the position and thrived in it, maintaining a distance from the dangerous parts of the job while still maintaining a close bond with the workers. After the completion of the reconstruction, Hannah was asked to stay on as the school&apos;s registrar and recordkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had no contact with her family since she was released from the muggle clinic, and doesn&apos;t know if they&apos;re dead or alive. She does care, but is too afraid to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Played By:&lt;/b&gt; Katherine Heigl &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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