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.
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.
"Lovely day for a walk. May I join you?"
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.