Back on my broomstick

What a week. Ickle Izzie has been tossed off her broomstick so many times that she has lost count. But unlike the bad old days of Moaning Myrtle and endless pity parties, this time I don't waste time awfulizing. Izzie knows it won't last forever. Izzie also says to herself, silly to let your mundane muggle alter-ego get upset by anything that goes on in Cyberia - or rather anything that doesn't go on. For the last weeks all the bestest places on the other side of the Mirror of Erised have either been unreachable or so slow that one would need a timeturner to even attempt it. Been denied the delights of my favorite den of dementors, the despotic dominions of Andvari and Azkaban at http://www.nationstates.net and even Secret Diary Land has been ever so inaccessable. Have been told about the evil mp3 charm that does dreadful things to Dementors but have also found out that the min of fin where I am right now is doing major maintenance in preparation for the hordes of trainee goblins returning here in March. Izzie is one of them.
But today she is off with some crackers, cheese and a bottle of Red to her most sacred of sites 'St Brutus' to be followed by a potter up to Memorial Hill to watch the full moon rising ( yes - officially tomorrow - but I'm working tomorrow evening)
Was there New Years Eve and says to the curator at the museum - oh I just love this place - it is one of my most special places' He asks why and I says - Oh I can't quite explain......
Oh Izzie could explain only too well! She could have said "well, you know how this place is supposed to be haunted, I know that to be a fact for one of the ghosts is (or rather used to be) mine."
But one must be careful. After all, it used to be a Lunatic Asylum and the museum still has the horrid old padded cells, straightjackets and all those nice thingies and such statements might prove to be temptation beyond endurance.

Last year Jan 17 was a Thursday and ickle Izzie was getting cravings for a fix of coffee at St Brutus since she hadn't been there since the little incident with the green light. Was so happy all day at the thought - it was literally like flying. Three weeks of unadulterated happiness was a rather novel experience and was taking some getting used to! But strangely I got the bus at 2pm and half way there had this horrid feeling.... what if. What if she comes back. What if she insists on swapping places with Izzie who is a much wierder and wackier creature but infinitely much more fun. Suddenly started feeling afraid and queasy. Oh stop it you silly thing. She won't come back unless you call her. And you certainly wont' be that stupid. If you are going to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder in terror in case she does come back then she may as well never have left in the first place. Or haven't you learnt ANYTHING!
Oh of course - Izzie doesn't talk that mean at all but that's what she meant. So I sneaked in past the black iron gates and had myself a cuppa and got back to squiggling with my green ink pen in my little green book with the picture of Scabbers on the cover.
And that nasty little monster Hilde never even came near us. She hasn't even tried. Best thing I ever did was to evict that nasty disgusting blond blue eyed aryan bitch for the quirky crazy snaky Izzie. Well - it's not really a case of doing anything. Been trying to dump this formless cold heartless soulless hooded creature for years and years but it was only the minute that my faithful friend Wormtail whispered her name to me that she finally went. Never underestimate the power of a name.
A very strange thread connected the three of us. Still does in a way.......Izzie may have since then left the service of the Lord of the Dark Mark but herself and Wormtail still remain his loyal servants and I am sure she has found him many more victims since ickle Izzie.
Oh, I can laugh about it now.. but back then it was totally serious. Nothing like 13 years in the darkness to make one appreciate the light.