Yeah, 'cause silence is knowledge
And knowledge is power
I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name
Monday, December 11 * Afternoon
Vector stood at the head of the staff lounge, running briskly and efficiently through a parchment scroll of party plans.
"There will be no music, and entertainment will come in the form of an after-dinner lecture. I've found a supremely tedious man who does 20 minutes on the dietary habits of Wilfred Elphick."
"Board member Higgins will be ready to leave following the truite au bleu, because he is frightened of fish, even if they are prepared perfectly in court bouillon. The Martinses will be offended that we're going with a French menu instead of a traditional English."
"In short, I believe all the undesirables will be ready to leave by 8 at the latest, due to the highly unfashionable start time we've selected."
"At which point, restraint of the ..." Vera paused and closed her eyes, before using what Roger had insisted was the proper terminology, "'newbies and virgins' will be left up to my partner in crime and the real party may begin."
She folded her arms and looked around the room, quite pleased with herself on the whole.
keep the crowd on their toes,
it's justice, we're safe.
It's not a hit, it's a holiday
Monday, November 27 * Evening
"Honestly!" Vera's voice rang through the semi-crowded pub.
"It's like the second coming of the Weasley twins — but why did they have to choose both the Great Hall and the second floor classrooms? The smell will linger for days, mark my words."
The Arithmancy professor groused some more, grumbling loudly enough to get the elderly wizard sitting alone at the large table in the middle of the 'Sticks to clear off to a quieter corner where he could nurse his ale in peace.
You wouldn't believe
On All Hallow Eve
What lots of fun we can make,
With apples to bob,
And nuts on the hob,
And a ring-and-thimble cake.
~ Carolyn Wells
Tuesday, October 31st ~ Late Evening
As Minerva closed the door of her quarters a smile lingered on her lips. The annual Halloween feast had gone well and only three students had had to visit Poppy before heading to bed. She missed Albus the most on this day. His love of sweets had been legendary and while most of the teaching staff indulged a little, she'd always wondered if he hadn't indulged a lot.
I should see about having his portrait moved to the Great Hall for - Who am I kidding, she decided with an small laugh. He was probably peeking out from one of the other portraits the whole night.