By doing just a little every day, I can gradually let the task overwhelm me.
~ Ashleigh Brilliant
Wednesday, November 9th ~ Afternoon
Dusting her hands off, Anne sat back on her heels and looked at the bookshelf in front of her. She'd lined up what few real books she was willing to loan out to the students if needed and wondered about getting some pamphlets made up with the pertinent points. The Minister might see her 'job' here at Hogwarts as merely a cover for his own agenda, but Anne had enough of a conscience and a dedication to her craft that she wanted to do a good job.
Although if I don't find something fairly soon, I may get yanked back to the office in London.
Glancing around Anne winced while comparing the little hole in the wall in the Ministry she claimed was an 'office' to this - huge room. Not for the first time, Anne was glad that she'd been sent here.
A real chance to do what I've been trained to do. In a decent space, with decent material to work with...
As long as I don't screw up a few young lives in the process that is.
"Tea. I think it's time for tea," she said to herself as she rose and walked over to the floo and ordered some.
My Birthday! what a different sound
That word had in my youthful years;
And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears. - Thomas Moore
Tuesday, September 19, Afternoon
She'd gone to bed knowing when she awoke it would be her birthday, but somehow had not known exactly what that would mean. Until she'd reached her first class for the day and all ready the well-wishes were pouring in from students and various staff. She wasn't sure, but she could have swore she even heard Filch mention something as he passed her after lunch. Somehow Hermione had thought the day would pass quietly, like any other day. And why not. Since returning from her summer away she felt detached. As if she didn't belong to either world anymore. But it wasn't passing like any other day at all, in fact, everywhere she turned it seemed someone had something to say about the 19th of September.
Why was everyone so cheerful, full of congratulations, when Hermione herself couldn't find much reason to smile?
It's just another year, right? Why all the fuss?
Shaking her head she climbed the stairs to her room, ready for a break from all the smiles and cheer only to find an owl waiting, letter in beak, on her windowsill. Rubbing her forehead she crossed the room and opened the window to retrieve the missive.
Men are more moral than they think
and far more immoral than they can imagine.
~ Sigmund Freud
Sunday, August 20th ~ Evening
Izabel was thankful everyone had returned in one piece - more or less. The frostbite, cuts and scrapes from ice and nasty bite marks could be easily dealt with. The first thing she did was to move toward the kitchen. Harry had asked Dobby to forgo his normal day off and she wanted to see if he would get some hot soup ready for them if nothing else was wanted. She heard the pop of Apparantion and glanced over her shoulder at the motley crew that was appearing.
I am surprised Harry would allow Malfoy senior to come here, but he did his part and Draco is still unconscious.
Minerva hadn't wanted to accompany them, but had headed back toward the school saying now that all the professors were accounted for, she needed to get other things lined up for the new term. Izabel hadn't missed the hugs she'd given Vera and Adrian upon their return nor the slight chuckle that escaped her lips when she'd inquired if Draco was badly injured and found out the reason he was - silent.
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I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.
~ Franklin P. Adams
Friday, August 18th ~ Evening
From what Remus had told her, if they managed to find the missing people in the Fae world, it would require a great deal of coordinated efforts on their part to have even a chance of a successful rescue. Glancing around the room, Minerva had to wonder what their chances were. Her eyes lingered for a moment on Luna and she mentally shook her head.
Ravenclaw? I just don't see it, but that's why we have the Sorting Hat.
At least Horace isn't here.
She still didn't see what Doris saw in him, but having him go off to be with her saved Minerva some aggravation so she wasn't going to object. Rising to her feet, Minerva cleared her throat lightly and when the small bit of chattering died down she raised her chin slightly.
"I think we all know why we're here and I'm not going to waste any time expounding on it. Remus? What do you want us to do and how?"
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