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The time has come for me
To break out of the shell
I have to shout
That I'm coming out
-- Diana Ross
Saturday, January 27th - Afternoon





It had been over a week, and Percy had finally managed at least one good night's sleep without any of the dreams. However, he still could not stop thinking about what he had overheard at the Three Broomsticks. He had thought long and hard about what he could possibly do to help Charlie - preferably without having to face him and look him in the eye - and had decided that subtlety was the best course of action. If that didn't work, then he would have to take more drastic action.

Though he still couldn't think of an option that meant he would never have to see his brother again. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option.

And thus he made his way to his brothers' cabin, a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex shrunken and secreted about his person for later planting in an appropriate location.

Holding back a shiver of apprehension, and gathering up every last bit of his Gryffindor courage, he knocked at the door - a part of him desperately hoping only Bill was home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats
Saturday, January 27th ~ Morning



As Lucius moved away from the back of her chair and proceeded to seat Bella, Narcissa swallowed while delicately wrinkling her nose at the odor assaulting her nostrils. It had to be coming from one of the covered dishes on the breakfast table.

"What is that atrocious aroma? Lucius, Bella? Did one of you request something odious this morning?"

Covering her nose with the hankie she kept in a pocket, she started to lift the various coverings.

"I didn't say anything last night, but the broccoli must not have been entirely fresh. The odor from it was almost enough to make me ill. Whatever this is - is succeeding where that failed."