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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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
WWN Broadcast
Friday, June 29th ~ Evening




"- I had know that was all it would take to keep that hag Witherpool off my case and away from my stories, I would have volunteered to bring lunch for everyone before. It is not my fault she's got a thing for chicken salad. How was I supposed to know you aren't supposed to use the entire - What? - What do you mean I'm on the air? Already? Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"This is Rita Skeeter live in the gardens of the Black Orchid Hotel - which is the closest I can get thanks to security and that restraining order. That sound you hear is an almost tribal rhythm emanating from the hotel ballroom."

The noise grew momentarily louder before being drowned out by the unmistakable sounds of snapping twigs and a whispered curse. "They nearly saw me that time."

"Almost a primal beat, primal enough to remind this reporter of the events that occurred in that very ballroom just a few short months ago. Will tonight's festivities end in yet another veil of silence, much like the day after the Valentine's Ball and the rumored, yet sadly unsubstantiated, orgy that may or may not have taken place?"

"As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
 
 
 
 
 
 
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?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Wednesday, June 20th ~ Late Evening




Colin has been waiting for a nice clear night, without too much moon or too little, to play with the new toys he'd picked up on his last visit home.

The special lens and film were supposed let him get some amazing shots in the dark, with a sort of eerie effect.

Which is why Colin was lurking in the bushes near the Hogwarts' gate after dark; camera pressed to his eye, breath held, as he waited for the small creature near the tree to come just a bit further out of the darkness.

Somewhere to the left, a twig snapped, and Colin froze, the creature gone in a split-second.

For a moment he was in the midst of another grove of trees, spells were flying overhead, and Colin nearly called out for his brother before he remembered where - and when - he was.

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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?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Paying a Debt
Saturday, May 5th ~ Very Early Morning




Espionage was not Colin's forte. Yes, he'd tried to do his part during the War, but he'd learned the hard way that he was not cut out to be a sneaky git. However, Severus Snape was a sneaky git, and also a very, very scary man.

A scary man who had been waiting in Colin's office the other day with a sinister smirk, a small vial, and a reminder that the decorations from the winter staff party had not been forgotten.

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I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair...
Monday, April 16th ~ Late Afternoon



Anne was by nature a patient sort. You had to be in order to counsel people. Improvements didn't occur overnight and if they did - she wouldn't have trusted them. When a couple of weeks had gone by with no word from Charlie, she'd refrained from tracking him down again and decided if she still hadn't heard anything from him in another week - she'd consider it a lesson well learned. That had been over a week ago. Today made it a month since she'd shown up on his doorstep and fallen into his bed.

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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..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
Not everyone finds the idea of being pelted with frozen water appealing. The thrilling sensation of getting lost in a blizzard, of freezing to death in the woods and having to eat your friend's buttocks to stay alive.
That is lost on many people.
- Gilmore Girls
Tuesday, January 30th ~ Early Evening



Draco stepped back from his creation and tilted his head to the side. Perfect. Looking up as a woman passed muttering something or other about public indecency - the very idea, he was a Malfoy and therefor far beyond mere decency and into the realm of the superior - and promptly blew a raspberry in her direction.

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WWN News Update
Saturday, January 6 ~ Evening




"... And as parents across the commonwealth well know, this weekend the Hogwarts Express will speed across the land to bring the students back to their books.

"Tonight, though, the members of the Board of Governors and select members of the Hogsmeade community were welcomed to the castle ahead of the start of second term by the staff.

"Percy Weasley, the director of the Hogsmeade Ministry office, spoke at length and quite knowlegeably about traditional and non-traditional spellcasting methods.

"So, students, take comfort in this as you head back to class: even over the holidays, your teachers went in for a little learning themselves."

"Never too old, eh?"

The sound of a door creaking open floated over the airwaves, and if one listened closely, a fiercely whispered exchange could be heard:

"Tell them about the after-party! The drunken debauchery! Tell them what really happened!"

"Rita, get the hell out of here! You don't have any sources, we'll get sued ..."

"Some greedy witch got engaged before I could have a fair crack at the groom-to-be! That's injustice! I should write an editorial ..."


A fierce rustling was heard, and the original voice returned.

"This has been Ezekiel Brunderbluss with your evening news and as always ladies and gentlemen WWN is interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. If you have one, please contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
 
 
 
 
 
 
If you disturb the patient at such times, he may break into tears or become violent.
And, if you shake him - he bites.
~ Robert A. Heinlein
Thursday, December 14th ~ Late Afternoon



Instead of heading home after her 'office hours' were over, Anne wanted to explore the castle a bit and found herself totally lost. She hadn't thought to bring the helpful little map Izabel had given her, mostly because she hadn't planned on leaving the floor her office was located on.

I never should have gone up to look at that portrait.

Moving staircases - bloody difficult things.

Going off and leaving you on a landing with no way back down.


Now, she wasn't even sure what floor she was on. She'd taken 'back' stairs up and down several times, sure that the door in one of the corridors would lead back to the main staircase, but if there was one - Anne sure wasn't finding it. A small noise behind her had her turning, wand in hand. A few spirits had startled her and while she wasn't exactly afraid, she wasn't calm either.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.

"Questions?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everyone has to start somewhere.
Thursday, November 23rd ~ Just after midnight




His robe was well within reach, as were several large towels. Not that he'd ever admit to it to anyone but it had taken weeks before he stopped wearing his swimming trunks into the tub after Myrtle's surprise visit.

After a few moments Colin began to relax and stretched out in the large tub, scented bubbles piling up like a damp, fluffy cover.

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A word, if I may?
Monday, November 20th ~ Afternoon




Bill edged his way past a group of children in Hogwarts uniforms, all carrying cameras - The hell? - and silently slid into one of the practice dueling rooms at the Phoenix. Maybe now wasn't such a good time, but this had been bothering him for awhile now and needed to get it off his chest.

Harry was just finishing up some sort of talk or something and that Creevey guy from Harry's Halloween party started to herd the kids out.

"Oi, Harry, do you have a sec? I need to talk to you."
 
 
 
 
 
 
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
~ Sir Walter Scott
Saturday, November 18th - Afternoon



Hoping that the hordes of students following Vera around would be slightly confused when they couldn't find her in the normal places, Izabel had sent a note to her asking her for 'tea' in Izabel's quarters. As she set out the bottle of Bailey's and another of vodka, Izabel smirked and ordered a tray with tea, coffee and all the trimmings.

That should cover almost everything. But better to be sure, she decided before going back to her cabinet and pulling out a bottle of white wine. It was placed beside the other two on the low table in front of the couch.

Now all I need is the lady in question.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I'm a modern girl but I fold in half so easily
when I put myself in the picture of success
Friday, November 17 • Evening



"Twenty-five House points. Each!"

"And a foot of parchment on respecting your elders' privacy."

"Roll those eyes again, Mr. Cowrey, and you'll owe me an additional two feet. And straighten your robes, there's no need to be slovenly."

"Back to your common rooms, all of you. If I see or hear any of you in the corridors the rest of the night, be assured your weekend will be unpleasant beyond the dreams of youth."

Vector watched the chastened gaggle of youth drift off. Only when the corridor was completely deserted and she was alone did she turn to enter the washroom.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yes, yes, there's history involved. The important thing is that you get to make a really big fire!

Sunday, November 5th - Evening




It had taken a bit of finagling but Colin had managed to convince Minerva that having a bonfire would be an educational experience for the children. Of course it meant that now he'd have to actually try to teach them something, but with any luck the actual learning could be over and done with quickly.

That was the plan anyway.

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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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
A spider crawled across my face,
Spreading its web on the human race …
Mama Loi, Papa Loi
I see fire in the dead man's eye
Saturday, Oct. 28 ~ Nightfall to dawn





"... Get your fun in while you can, because a cold front will be settling in tomorrow. Tonight will be a busy night across the land, with pubs packed and parties in full swing.

"And why do you think it is, my dear listeners? Just because the holiday proper falls on a weekday? Oh, no, I hardly think it's that simple.

"Hallowe'en is Tuesday. All Hallows' Eve, Samhain, the night when spirits may breech the barrier between their world and ours with ease.

"Let all the good little witches and wizards have their fun tonight. Make it your own. For Hallowe'en ... does not belong to us."
 
 
 
 
 
 




Halloweenparties
 
 
 
 
 
 
Death is way more fun with bubbles, that's what I say.
Death is way more fun with bubbles, mostly every day.
Death is way more fun with bubbles, Myrtle likes to play.
Death is way more fun with bubbles, when they melt away.
Prefects are freakin hot in any season,
You know they call me Moaning Myrtle for a reason.

~ The Moaning Myrtles (Prefects Are Hot)

Sunday, September 24th ~ Evening




Who would have thought children could be so... unmanageable. Colin had been aware that certain students had been out after curfew and all that during his school years, he'd done his share of DA things, too. But he'd never stopped to consider how much of a pain in the arse that might have caused for the staff. With Vector and Davies gone, Colin had stupidly volunteered to take an extra few rounds making sure the kiddies were all tucked into bed and the halls were quiet.

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All those in favor for
cutting the workweek short,
raise your hands and say yeah!

Friday, September 15th ~ Afternoon




The school year is two weeks old, and the ebb and flow of classes have nearly become routine: or at least they will be once Hogwarts sports a full complement of teachers once more.

Hogwarts welcomes the new Muggle Studies teacher! And what better way to do so than the comforting embrace of a Friday staff meeting?
 
 
 
 
 
 
A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions.
~ Anonymous
Friday, September 8th ~ Afternoon



Minerva had listed the pros and cons of her idea and since the pros heavily outweighed the cons, decided to present her idea to Mr. Creevey.

What's the worst he can do? Say no? We'd be no worse off than we are now.

She then ordered an extra special tea from the elves and sat back to wait for her visitor.

If my arguments don't do it, perhaps a reminder of the food Hogwarts provides? To a young man without a current position...

Free room and board plus a salary in exchange for a few hours telling students about the Muggle world might make a very attractive package.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Junk Mail?
Wednesday, September 6th ~ Morning




Colin set aside his journal and reached for a clean sheet of parchment. Moments later he crossed the small rented room to open the cage of his new owl.

"Alright, Ansel, take this to Headmistress Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts. Please don't get lost. Oh, and if you can, wait around to see if there's a reply of she's just going to throw this in the dust bin. That's a good boy, bird... Ansel."

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