aditi's simple thoughts (original)

        As I mentioned in the previous post, wizarding spells are, 99% of the time, derived from Latin words. Here are some well-known spells and their English meanings. Most spells are from Latin though there are a few exceptions. We'll start off with a personal favorite: Expecto Patronum - I expect a guardian   Lumos -Latin for  light   Nox -Latin for night   Imperius -Modification of impero , meaning  I order Crucio - Modification of  cruciare , meaning crucify/torture Avada Kedavra -From Aramaic abracadabra , meaning let the thing be destroyed , the thing being life Expelliarmus - Expel means to throw out , and armus is Latin for arm Sectumsempra - Sectum means to cut, and sempra is close to semper , meaning always  Stupefy -Similar to Latin stupeo , 'to be stunned' Accio -Modification of accerso , Latin for to summon Aguamenti - Aqua means water , and augmen means growth Alohomora -West African word mea...

        Harry Potter. Percy Jackson. It seems like you can't get  enough of either. They're both so unique, both so compelling. So why in the world is there so many similarities?         I mean, there are obvious ones. Let's start with the fact that both of our main characters, Harry and Percy, have the exact same features.  Apart from the scar and glasses, both characters have jet black hair and bright green eyes. Both of them look surprisingly like their fathers, except for a few key features (Harry's eyes, Percy's attitude.)          Besides the physical features, both have come from rather abusive backgrounds, and neither had known their parent(s) until a well-enough age (twelve for Percy, never for Harry.) Both are better at practical fighting /dueling, whereas they, *ahem* lack in the brains department.         Then there are Harry and Percy's friends. Ron and Grover are the comic r...

        I know, I know, the title is very  click-baity, but this is an topic I have to address. I love the Harry Potter series, and, among my favorite characters (other than the main three) is none other than Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. This post is going to explain why this much-hated, much-abused character is also the least understood         Draco Lucius Malfoy (born June 5th, 1980) was a born Slytherin. A proud pure-blood, Draco and Harry have been enemies ever since there first year. As the story progresses, we see how much of a "git" Draco is, with his deceitful, cunning personality. He is, in a manner of speaking, the anti-Harry (such as the way Pansy Parkinson is the anti-Hermione.) But under all these layers is, inevitably, a spoiled boy.          First and foremost, I find it necessary to remind that the entire Harry Potter saga (excluding The Cursed Child) is told from Harry's...

        "Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed 'SLYTHERIN!' " ~ Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone , page 120, paragraph 10         It seems the Sorting Hat had no qualms about placing the infamous Draco Malfoy into Slytherin, the power hungry house of ambition. As the series goes on, the sorting hat's decision make more and more sense; we see Malfoy's personality unravel, and pronounce his inner "stupid git." But then the sixth book arrives, and we see how he has truly transformed from the proud eleven- year-old to a terrified sixteen-year-old. Seeing that the entire saga is told from Harry's point of view, it can be said that the information told to us can be a bit... well... stretched .          I have strong reason to believe that Draco Malfoy, has, in fact, been sorted into the wrong house. Why, you ask? Let...

Music to My Ears First morning light, First chorus of chirps, First drop of water, First shout of anger, First squeal of laughter, First blare of the trumpet, First ding of the chimes, First beating of the drums, First pluck of the base, First pull of the harp, The song of life, Ongoing. Music to my ears.

Dog Tongue lolling out, Sides heaving. Ebony black fur Glistening in the sun. Bright eyes Lazily peering  Through half-closed eyes Looking at You.

It's Now or Never It's now or never Take it  Or leave it Wait too long And the moment's gone Lost... In the wind

Life Goes On Drops of water Plop, Plop Plopping Down Into rivulets. Flowing Along the curb. Rocks and Sketchers Damming up  The trail. But still, the flow Does not break. And the water flows on Just Like Life.

        Taking Flight... Please read bottom to top

Every Drop Makes and Ocean One         Little                 Drop                             F                             A                             L                             L                             I                             N                             G                                        ...

Laugh Laugh Till the tears  Well up  Till the clouds Float away And the sun  Shines bright Cry Till the truth  Spills out Till the burdens  Lift off And the fear's  All gone From sight Smile  And the world  Will smile, Too. Frown, And all will Be  Upside  DOWN!

        Look at how time has flown by! Tomorrow, June 23, is the last day of school..... at Pine Glen. During these past six years, I have made countless new friends, memories, and impacts at my beloved elementary school. I have seen each grades specialties, and I have grown so much academically and socially. Today, I would like to thank all my teachers. Kindergarten: Lo and behold, my first year at Pine Glen, I get Mrs. Potts and Ms. Hanafin! They helped me feel comfortable at yet another new school, and helped me learn things the American way. And who can forget making butter ("shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a, shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a PASS!) and Mrs. Potts vacation to Costa Rica (I still remember her YouTube video titled, "Adventure Teacher").  First Grade: Entering year two, I was welcomed by Ms. Smith (homeroom) and Mrs. Hayes (ELA) This year, we were introduced to a new subject: ELA. ...

Up In The Night Sky The Moonlight Shines Off The Maple Wood Floor As The Moon Itself Basks In All Its Glory, Only To Be Hidden By A Stray Cloud The Stars Shine Bright Like A Thousand Souls. Powerful. Wise. Conspicuous. Silent. Together, They Ornament The Night Sky As Jewelry Ornaments Us.

Maa One word that can Shake the ground we tread One word that can Start and finish all life One word that is The sum of Power and Love and Ferocity and Gentleness In one entity One word…… Maa

Life Goes On Life goes on Like the seasons continuous cadence  Life goes on Like a cascading waterfall Life goes on As the Earth turns Life goes on Even as towns burn And so it shall be Until the end of time And that isn't in sight For a long interval So fear not As nothing will stop The rhythmic beat  Of Life

        They say that time flies when you're having fun, and boy is that true! On February 17, it is aditi's simple thoughts's four-year anniversary! And in honor of such a momentous achievement..... Each Hour By Aditi Bhattamishra Each hour Each day Each week Each month All logged Into memories Kept  In little boxes In the back of my mind. And so The cycle goes on,  Until we find ourselves Four years from then.

Yin and Yang By Aditi Bhattamishra Yin and Yang. Bad and good. Two parts, One whole. If let loose, One without the other,  Leaves darkness in its wake. If let loose, One without the other Leaves peace in its path. Struggling, Cursing, Sometimes victorious, too. The battle goes on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, Infinite. 

Mischievous Butterflies By Aditi Bhattamishra  I could leap. I could fly.  I could soar across the sky. I could seek, And find, And show, And give So many things.  Yet where do you find me? Standing on ground, Staring  up at the wide, blue sky So very sadly. Each word, Each thought, Each breath, Each belief. Stress on the opportunities, I am hoping to keep. So until that moment of clarity, When the purpose is clear, You'll find me standing here, Chasing dreams Flying,  Like mischievous butterflies.

A Glow Full of Secrets By Aditi Bhattamishra  On the ground we tread upon, In the air we breath, Are secrets  Never meant to be. Bubbling in the streams, And hidden 'neath the trees  Are unspoken truths Never to be seen And yet, With such mysteriousness, The world goes on. With nothing but a glow left behind. Of things that are gone.         Tell me in the comments what you think this poem means!

If The Sky Turned Black…. By Aditi Bhattamishra If the sky turned black , I would paint it blue . If the clouds were heavy , I would make them light. If the sun went down , I would pull it back up . If the moon disappeared , I would make it reappear. If the world needed me, I would be there for it . My question is, though, Would everyone else do the same?

O, Christmas Tree By Aditi Bhattamishra Golden lights wrapped ‘Round and ‘round. Fragile memories Hung by a thread. Multi-colored spheres With a sprinkle of glitter Shine under the stars. Striped canes of candy Hooked on the branches. And a beautiful star Placed lovingly on top Like a cherry on the cake. O, Christmas Tree, How we bedizen you. All those mismatched burdens You hold without complaint. While you stand there Waiting………. Until there is nothing to wait for. This is a poem I was wishing to publish about the Christmas tree (even though it is way pat Christmastime).