Sometimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself.
Wednesday, July 25th - Afternoon
He'd been held for questioning for a few days, something Colin didn't blame anyone for. Someone had made sure a Healer from St. Mungo's had looked in on him, and that he was treated alright - he suspected it might have been Auror Tonks who had been responsible for that.
"Under the influence of a magical creature, not responsible for his actions" was the final verdict.
Colin wasn't sure he'd agreed with it, really. If he wasn't responsible for what he'd done, he didn't know who was. It was his fault he'd fallen into Rose's hands, and ultimately into the clutches of the Master vampire. That had to make him responsible for something, surely?
He'd avoided Izabel and Remus since his release, staying hidden away in his rooms at the castle as much as possible and letting one of the house-elves bring him meals. At some point he was going to have to find them and apologize and hope they could eventually forgive him, but he wasn't ready for that yet.
Instead, he slipped out of the castle and hurried down the lane into Hogsmeade, searching for the office of Anne Perks. Maybe if he talked it over with someone who wasn't involved, who he hadn't hurt, maybe it would make more sense.
Time is on my side, I can wait for now. I've got all of eternity.
Friday, July 6th ~ After dark
He was home, she was sure of it. Percy was probably there with him, laughing with him, loving him.
Rose's lips curled back, baring her elongated canines and releasing the soft growl from deep in her throat.
Without a hint of breeze in the air her hair and cloak ripple and move as she stands on the long path that leads toward Gregory Goyle's house. She's far enough back to not trip any wards he might have placed on his home, but Rose can still see the building, can still imagine what might be going on inside it.
If her Master did not call, and her thirst did not grow too powerful, Rose would stand there for hours as she had the other nights. Easily overlooked by all but a few who might look down the path.
She did not react to the crack of Apparation beside her.
I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher...
Here comes one now
Monday, June 26 • Early afternoon
Vera stowed the first two scrolls into her robes and drew out a fresh one.
"If the next two towers are as free of Hagrid's small friends as that one was, we can be done well ahead of tea time."
She'd been uncharacteristically late to begin their rounds; Roger and she weren't quite yet finished with the first flush of celebration and had been ... occupied.
"Although ... did you think the gargoyles overlooking the fifth-floor landing looked unusually plump?"
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.
"And what have you been up to?"
The beginning of a new dream is sometimes the end of an old one.
Friday, March 30th ~ Afternoon
Rose finished grooming the small porlock that Hagrid had been raising since it was an infant. The creature didn't seem to like her very much lately, shying away from her touch unless Hagrid was near. That saddened her.
She gave the porlock a gentle smile and nodded toward the stable where the little thing liked to curl up and sleep. It scampered away on its two feet as quickly as it could, and Rose's smile fell.
"Hagrid, I am truly grateful that you gave me this opportunity to apprentice with you. It means so much to me. However..."