And days of auld lang syne Sunday, December 31st ~ Approaching Midnight
Albus straightened his beard, patting it into shape carefully. He needed to be three floors down and two wings over before the stroke of midnight when the perpetually new born babe from the portrait of "Mother and child" near the Muggle Studies classroom was brought in swathed in his festive "New Year" ribbon.
Albus' own carefully lettered sash was draped across one shoulder, the beard arranged so as to not hide the "2006".
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language. -- Henry James
Friday, June 16th ~ Afternoon
"Thank you, Ezekiel.
"This is Anastasia Witherpool, live at Hogsmeade Station where the Hogwarts Express has just left, carrying many a thrilled boy and girl. To them school is out and summer has officially begun. Many a student mentioned plans for a celebration tonight.
"Here at home, things shall undoubtedly be quieter. Back to you Ezekiel."
...I said I'm on the air Rita, come back later.
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It wasn't me, Professor, honest! Thursday, February 9th ~ Late Afternoon
Ah, the memories of his teen days at Hogwarts... Seamus would have gotten teary if not for the fact that he'd recently decided he was going to start acting manly from now on. But really, there was something in the air, something that made him nostalgic. After all, it had been his home for many years. That was probably why he was here, actually. Because he felt like seeing the walls that had surrounded his teenage years.
And the boys say, "What do you mean?" And the boys say, "What do you mean?" Tuesday, February 7 || Late afternoon
Probably he should have came to check on Harry sooner. But Remus had figured Harry would need at least a full day to recover from the party, sobering potion or no, and on Mondays it always difficult to get away from Hogwarts.
Today, however, classes were over and Remus had nothing better to do than pester a certain lovelorn wizard.
Remus apparated in the foyer at Glen Hollow and moved down the hall.
You Never Know What You'll Find With A Little Surprise Visit Monday, January 9th ~ Late Afternoon
Minerva watched the infuriating woman leave her office. She had been severely tested to the limits of her considerable patience in dealing with Narcissa. After the door closed behind her, the quill in Minerva's hand snapped in two.
"Albus, I don't know how you managed to deal with those people all those years. I certainly haven't found a way yet. She sets my teeth on edge the moment I see her. I'm certainly glad she didn't lower herself to attend the reunion celebration."
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Ohhh, a Visitor. Sunday, December 11th * Afternoon
Being a portrait wasn't all fun and games like people thought. Sure you could go from frame to frame and visit old painted acquaintances who had been dead for decades, and stop in to nibble a bit from a fruit bowl still life when you were peckish. But where were the portraits of sweets? No bowls of lemon sherbets, no fizzing whizbees, no sugared quills.
It was rather depressing after a few years.
Albus had rather hoped that all his subtle hinting to Minerva might one day result in a tribute portrait to Honeydukes, until then... he was stuck with roasted piggies and waxy looking fruit and a lot of stuffy old wizards for company.
He had just settled down for a nap when the door to the Headmistress' office creaked open and Albus carefully slitted his eyes, pretending to still be asleep in case he needed to surprise the intruder with an alarm or something. Intrigue was good for a bit of amusement if nothing else.