It's entertainment 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.
Usually a person has more faith in their fear than faith in their future. ~ Doug Firebaugh Monday, August 21st ~ Afternoon
The image of Aeval kept floating in front of Luna's eyes. It didn't seem to matter if they were opened or closed. She'd been able to sleep last night because of sheer exhaustion and the fact that Adrian had stayed the night with her. Lack of imagination had never been one of Luna's faults, but right now she wished it was.
Is she alive, dead or only wishing she was? Luna wondered as she closed her eyes and bit at her bottom lip. Glancing up at last, she headed back indoors from the balcony, closing the door softly behind her.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future Sunday afternoon
The newscaster wrapped up the report on a minor river troll rampage and moved to a tiny bit of business news before the segue back into music:
"Enterprising mums are getting the hop on the back-to-school season by doing their shopping a bit ahead of the crowds soon to be swamping Diagon Alley. Shopkeepers report their early August sales receipts are up 5 percentile points from last year."
"And the perfect soundtrack to accompany all your summer fun is just around the corner — a little birdie has slipped the WWN the latest from the Weird Sisters! We'll be bringing it to you before it hits the shops, right after these messages."
It's only forever It's not long at all Lost and lonely That's underground Monday, August 7 to Tuesday, August 8 .::. In the dark of night
The Queen stepped unseen from the shadows at the border of the camp when the werewolf left. His frustration and anger was almost palpable; it truly was a shame she'd not get to tame it following this trip.
But there will be other harvests, Maev thought with a philosophical smile.
This one would have to be cut short — dislodging the fae would be a simple thing, if only the castle dwellers knew, and now that the wizards were roused it was no longer prudent to rely upon their ignorance.
But the fae could afford patience, though it chafed her.
The decision was made. They would leave tonight, with such prizes as they'd gleaned from these fields.
Come with me. My garden needs tending. ~ Poison Ivy
Monday, July 17th ~ Late Afternoon
Aeval had found a small patch of lawn far enough away from the tents that the noise would not bother her, yet near enough that should her Queen need her she could respond in a timely manner. The unseen ones had brought a small rug for her to sit upon, and Aeval had done just that - leaning back on her arms to raise her face to the warmth of the sun.
Someone had come from the castle, and Aeval turned to look at the man walking in the direction of the forest. He had a small basket with him, and seemed to be walking with a purpose.
Standing quickly, Aeval moved to join him with a ready smile. She had not been formally introduced to the castle Potions Master, but she knew of him and could recognize him easily.
Be the best, prove them wrong A winner's work is never done Tuesday, July 11 ~ Morning
The Queen had listened with interest to the reports of all her people from the garden party and their other outings. Finvar and Vasily had such fascinating details to impart — and Stigg and Aeval did not disappoint, either.
Sprites readied themselves to deliver on a moment's notice; Maev was ready to dictate a few notes.
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name Friday, July 7th ~ Afternoon
The grounds of Hogwarts had never looked better. Pomona Sprout was in heaven.
The hedges had been trimmed and were bristling with pride, the songflowers were trilling softly in the breeze, the creeping vines had twined up onto the tables and were gently offering passersby cups of punch or tiny trays of appetizers.
She had never once in her life doubted that Hogwarts was fit to receive royalty, but to have it confirmed ... Oh! She nearly glowed.
The guest list had grown a bit in the planning. It was a once in a lifetime event, after all, to see the faerie-people and of course to see the castle grounds in the summer. Luckily, Minerva hadn't seemed to mind.
Everything, thought Madame Sprout as she looked around the mingling crowd, was simply perfect.
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. ~ Erma Bombeck Saturday, July 1st ~ Afternoon
Luna hadn't opened her shop since the incident with the it. She'd hid out at home with all the doors and windows locked and warded. Until she could figure out exactly what was 'wrong' with it, she didn't feel comfortable trying to explain to anyone what she felt. Until she saw the papers she hadn't read for quite some time. They tended to pile up in a corner until they were remembered and dragged out. Duty bound to read them, they were her father's work after all, she shrieked and stood while staring at one headline.