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Never Try And Teach A Pig To Sing:
It's A Waste Of Time...
And It Annoys The Pig.
~ Robert A. Heinlein ~ Time Enough for Love
Tuesday, August 8th ~ Afternoon



Silence may be golden - but it's also suffocating as hell, Harry decided as he, Ginny and Daphne arrived at Glen Hollow. Daphne mumbled something about the kitchen and Harry glared at her back while she made her escape.

Food does not cure all ills, Daph, but I don't blame you. Much.

Turning to face Ginny, Harry wondered if she had her wand on her and how much time he'd have to duck. He didn't have the slightest idea how to 'make her feel at home' after the last conversation they'd had and honestly didn't think she'd willingly be in the same room with him after the letter he'd had Doris send.

"Would you - like to watch a movie?" he asked while gesturing at the telly room.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Being Right Too Soon Is Socially Unacceptable.
~ Robert A. Heinlein
Tuesday, August 8th ~ Afternoon



Playing with some of her new toys occupied some of Narcissa's time, but she was soon bored and went to find out what her husband was doing. If she had been honest with herself, it would be the fact he was actually there that pulled her to find him.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everything has gone topsy-turvy.
August 8th -- Mid-morning




Nothing like being woken up at the arse-crack of dawn by a temperamental demon owl and a letter from Snape. Snape of all people. He's lucky the owl made it out in one piece after the bastard tried to bite Bill's thumb.

"Wanker." At this point Bill wasn't sure if he was talking about the damn owl or Snape.

The letter had woken him right up.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you.

Monday, August 7 ~ Late Evening





The nearly full moon illuminated the village of Hogsmeade casting a somewhat eery glow over the buildings and the slim figure of a silvery blonde walking the streets. Her eyes were blank, and her face empty save for the soft smile on her lips. She hummed softly as her heels clicked steadily against the pavement, and somewhere behind her the briefcase she had dropped outside her home fell over under the breeze, forgotten. There was nothing more important than getting to Hogwarts to visit the high King and Queen of the Fae.

Her King and Queen.

Why am I going to see the fae again?Collapse )