All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces ... Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow Tuesday, June 5 :: Late evening
Filius had tried to teach them all to duel.
If worse had come to worst, and the less-skilled teachers who were to wait in their respective Houses' common rooms with the Founders' last-ditch protective measures were forced to pull down the wrath of the castle upon anyone not within one of the four sanctuaries — they had to be ready to take on any Death Eater who might have penetrated, because there'd be no one else left to protect the students.
The dueling master's calm, measured instructions ran through Vera's head, but she disregarded them while waiting for the Aurors to arrive.
If the thing she held at wandpoint so much as twitched, she'd have no great need of skill or nuance.
Eyes black with fear and rage watched for the right moment to call forth the Killing Curse.
I may be going crazy, but at least I'm not going alone. Sunday, June 3rd ~*~ Afternoon
It was a fine day to be outside. The sun was shining, birds were chirping. Several owls were flying through the air to deliver messages to their owners. One owl seemed a little different then the others. It carried no message or parcel. Rather then flying in a direction for a purpose it circled lazily around the town.
After a while it flew down into a small alley.
A few moments later, Gregory Goyle walked out of the alley, shielding his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight.
No, my child, this is not my desire and then she said, I'm digging for fire Wednesday, May 30 :: Early evening
It was obvious in retrospect that her lease had one or two loopholes you could ride a hippogriff through. The wizened old witch who was the owner of the building in which Tonks had found a flat had come by just as Tonks was about to go up to the roof to enjoy the warm weather and fix a bite to eat.
Plans had quickly changed.
Fire hazard my arse.
She grumbled a bit and adjusted the paper sack in her arms to rest on her hip while she knocked on the door of Bill's cabin.
This is the night, it's a beautiful night and they call it Bella Notte May 18th, Early Evening
One thing he could say with certainty, Charlie preferred going out on Friday night with Anne to working in the club. The club owner was sorry to see him go but Charlie no longer needed the money since Chauncy wasn't in the equation.
Charlie smiled down at Anne as he opened the door for her, thrilled that she was giving him a chance to make amends although it would be a bit hard to revert to hands off after their one morning together but he could do that. She was worth doing that.
It keeps coming up anyhow Don't decoy, avoid, or make void the topic 'Cuz that ain't gonna stop it Sunday, May 6 :: Morning
Sunlight tried to filter into Tonks' consciousness, but she was having none of it.
She'd kicked the covers off of her, as was her wont, and the dream with the ... was it a jungle? With an anaconda, or a tree branch, or something on her shoulders and anyway it went away for a while and now it was back but it was comfortable so she wasn't fighting it any longer.
Tonks stretched a bit, then turned over toward the center of the bed. She tightened her grip on the pillow under her head.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older. - Abraham Sutzkever Saturday, May 5th ~ Afternoon
Roger grabbed a bottle of ale and set the broom he had just dismounted carefully aside. Looking around he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Some friends, a picnic, a few rounds of Quidditch, and a cold ale to drink - there was no better way to celebrate your birthday in his opinion.
And the best was yet to come.
Roger made his way over to Vera, thinking of the surprise he had enlisted the house elves help in setting up back in his quarters. Roger couldn't stop smiling as he plopped down next to his - hopefully - future wife and gave her a kiss.
I should really be getting paid for this. Tuesday, May 1st ~ Early Afternoon
The one good thing about Bill's "condition" was the way he could say he was taking the afternoon off for personal reasons, add a glare or two, and get away without having to answer any questions. All it took today was one quick glance at the calendar by his boss, and there was a flurry of hand waving and "We'll see you on Thursday." Not that Bill made a habit of using the moon as an excuse to play hooky, but the goblins knew he was good for making up the missed time, and letting him go saved the entire department being forced to walk on eggshells in case his temper decided to flare up.
Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything. ~ George Bernard Shaw Friday, April 27th ~ Morning
It was Friday. A mixed blessing in Doris' opinion. It wasn't as good as a Monday, but wasn't as bad as a Wednesday. By Friday, the instructors and students were looking forward to their weekends and there were any number of things Doris always managed to pull out of her bag of tricks to delay them as long as possible. New forms crinkled as she laid them out on her desk. Picking a student one up to read, she smiled.
I think I managed to get more trivial questions on this one than on all the others combined. Pity I can't make the teachers fill one out.
Or can I?
Doris' eyes narrowed in thought while her quill tapped against the side of the empty, sad looking in box on her desk.
Is this official business? Monday, April 23rd - Early Evening
Severus heard the bell over the shoppe door tinkle, and ignored it for the moment. The small vial of Re'em blood had cost more than the Apothecary earned in a week, and he wasn't about to risk spoilage by not storing it correctly. He carefully inspected the seal to make sure it was air tight, and set the vial inside a padded container.
Once he was satisfied, he stopped to wash his hands, and then ventured out into the shoppe proper.