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Experience is a dear teacher,
but fools will learn at no other.
~ Benjamin Franklin
Tuesday, August 29th ~ Evening



The Great Hall has once again been temporarily revamped. The long student tables have been removed and round ones accompanied by comfortable dining chairs have taken their place. They dot the floor under the enchanted ceiling, the soft ivory tone of the linen covering the table tops invite you to sit and enjoy yourself.

It's been a year since the re-dedication ceremony and six years since the Dark Lord was finally defeated. This is an evening for reflection, celebration and if Minerva will allow it, more than a few glasses of good wine with friends, both old and new.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
When In Doubt,
Run In Circles,
Scream And Shout.
Wednesday, August 15th ~ Morning




Luna was running out of places to look and she knew Izabel was starting to double check ones that she'd skimmed hoping to find something she'd missed before. Unfortunately, Luna knew she hadn't missed anything and she was beginning to lose hope when she thought of something.

Viktor. He always had stories and different ideas of things.

She hurried to a desk and grabbed a pen and a quill.

Owl To ViktorCollapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everything has gone topsy-turvy.
August 8th -- Mid-morning




Nothing like being woken up at the arse-crack of dawn by a temperamental demon owl and a letter from Snape. Snape of all people. He's lucky the owl made it out in one piece after the bastard tried to bite Bill's thumb.

"Wanker." At this point Bill wasn't sure if he was talking about the damn owl or Snape.

The letter had woken him right up.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.
~ Erma Bombeck
Saturday, July 1st ~ Afternoon



Luna hadn't opened her shop since the incident with the it. She'd hid out at home with all the doors and windows locked and warded. Until she could figure out exactly what was 'wrong' with it, she didn't feel comfortable trying to explain to anyone what she felt. Until she saw the papers she hadn't read for quite some time. They tended to pile up in a corner until they were remembered and dragged out. Duty bound to read them, they were her father's work after all, she shrieked and stood while staring at one headline.

They - they're out there - but, Adrian's there.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Great Talents Are The Most Lovely And Often The Most Dangerous Fruits On The Tree Of Humanity. They Hang Upon The Most Slender Twigs That Are Easily Snapped Off.
- Carl G. Jung
Thursday, June 29 ~ Evening



Gabrielle was counting up the days receipts, watching the clock tick off the moments until she could close. The last week had been very busy - happily for her register - but she was impatient to get off her feet and have a quiet dinner with Luna.

Not that she was avoiding going out lest she run into Fleur or Bill - but she was. She knew she should try and talk to her sister, but with the guilt of the deception and a layer of ire over it kept the impulse in check. She owed Bill an apology, probably more than a few biscuits as well, but every night she had been too worn out from the rush at the shop to begin to compose any letter more than halfway legible.

She looked up with a smile at the tinkling of the bells above the door - and stilled. That was definitely not Luna. "Can I help you?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Midsummer's Festival
Saturday, June 24th ~ Early Evening




"This is Anastasia Witherpool, live in downtown Hogsmeade where the Midsummer's Festival is well under way. People are crowding the streets, vendors are out offering their - "

A slight scuffle is heard over the air, ending in Anastasia muffling a curse and muttering about her foot.

"Rita Skeeter here. Voting for this year's Litha Queen is still open and remember, every vote counts some more than others so be sure to come out and vote for your favorite candidate. Someone you know and trust, someone you would welcome into your homes every evening during her segment on the nightly news. Someone, for instance, like me?"

-back that microphone, woman, before I -

"Ezekiel Brunderbluss, back at the WWN studio once more. We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties with our live broadcast.

"Please remember WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. Feel free to, contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network will return you to Rita Skeeter and Anastasia Witherpool live at the Midsummer's Festival in Hogsmeade after these messages from our sponsors."
 
 
 
 
 
 
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.
Larry Lorenzoni
Wednesday, June 21st ~ Evening



Everything was set up and ready to go, the pub now decked out in western flair. Draco still wasn't sure what the purpose of the mechanical bull that had been set up in the back room was - but he was more than willing to watch the waiter's jean clad thighs clench as he demonstrated.

I wonder if he rides everything that well?

As the man was thrown, Draco checked his watch and went out to greet the people starting to arrive.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy
Monday, June 19th




Owl To GregCollapse )
Greg Invite
 
 
 
 
 
 
We Are All Born Naked And Screaming And If You're Lucky That Sort Of Thing Won't Stop There
Friday, June 2nd ~ Evening



"I have no idea who is screwing who so just check them in like they say and then send them to the ballroom. Oh!" Draco's eyes widened slightly and he leaned over to talk to the manager in a hushed tone, "If a Ron Weasely or a Daphne Greengrass check in send them out to the stable." He smirked and his grin fell slightly. "Well - only if she's alone. Idiot would get pissy otherwise."

Leaving the man with his final instructions, Draco made his way back to his accommodations - only the best of course - to freshen up, he had an entrance to make after all. So far things were moving along nicely - the staff was well trained and had easily accepted the booking of a Wizarding Proctologists Convention - allegedly to keep the press away, actually to keep his family away and the ruse seemed to have worked. Not to mention it provided him with endless personal amusement.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...


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Draco Birthday Invite
 
 
 
 
 
 
Seize the moment.
Remember all those women on the Titanic
who waved off the dessert cart.
~ Erma Bombeck ~
Saturday, May 20th ~ Early Evening



"Oh, blast!" Luna exclaimed as she ran through the billowing clouds of smoke to the small kitchen. "Don't do this to me. He's going to be here any minute and the package said 8 to 10 minutes..." Her voice trailed off as she realized she hadn't set the little timer thing on the oven after all.

What's a half-hour more or less.

A lot when it comes to dinner rolls I guess,
she decided as she pulled the baking sheet out of the oven and tilted her head to see if there were any salvageable ones.

"The birds won't even eat these," she muttered to herself as she let them slide off the tray into the rubbish bin.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I try to take one day at a time,
but sometimes several days attack at once.
~ Ashleigh Brilliant ~
Wednesday, April 26th ~ Later Afternoon



Shutting the shoppe door behind her, Luna looked at her hands and winced. Even to her, they didn't look good. Not at all.

Ewww. When did my nails get all jagged-like?

I wonder if it was when I was arguing with the Worry Stones and the urns about what shelf they were going on?


Luna pondered this as she finished locking up and then looked at her right hand again.

Did I see something move under that one?Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Almost nobody dances sober,
unless they happen to be insane.
~ H. P. Lovecraft ~
Wednesday, April 12th ~ Afternoon



Her intentions were good. She had planned to have half of her inventory set up by lunchtime, but Luna hadn't counted on herself. Each new box that was opened revealed half-forgotten memories, people she had called friends for a time before moving on to the next promising location.

Gretchen. She gave me this.

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Professor once more
Monday, April 10th - Evening





The classroom door would have slammed open if someone hadn't charmed it not to - Mental note, have that fixed. - as Severus stormed into his classroom. He was right on time, which to his fastidious way of thinking meant he was late. Severus hated being late.

The new hire at the Apothecary was, to put it kindly, a twit. But finding someone willing to work on a daily bases with the former Dungeon Bat wasn't easy.

He reached the front of the room and turned - a move that would look much more dramatic if he had been wearing his old teaching robes - to look over the first batch of students.

Why did I agree to this?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Open House At The Phoenix
Sunday, April 2nd ~ Early Afternoon



"Good Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Ezekiel Brunderbluss here with you for a brief moment. Rita Skeeter will be bringing the festivities of the open house at The Phoenix into your homes this afternoon. I only wish I was there myself to see exactly what we can expect from this innovative idea.

"Please remember WWN is always 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 takes you to the open house at The Phoenix."
 
 
 
 
 
 
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.
Monday, March 20th -- Late Afternoon




"Thanks for coming out with me, Charlie. I'd hate to think Gabby went to all that trouble with her loan only to get screwed over by the idiots working on her shop."

Bill gestured toward the store front of Femme Fatale before heading around back. Even though Gabby had told him to come in through the alley, he still felt a little hesitant about just walking in.

He took a deep breath, sent up a silent prayer that there wouldn't be anything mysteriously frilly hanging out in plain sight and opened the door.

"Princess? We're here."
 
 
 
 
 
 
How You Doin'?
Sunday, March 12th -- Afternoon





It's Sunday, I should be doing... stuff. Adrian's mind kept wandering away from the papers he was supposed to be grading. Potions class shouldn't have papers assigned... I wonder how mad the students will be if tell them I "lost" the papers so they'll just have to do some sort of... project to get the grade. Too mean? They're kids, they got time. I don't want to read anymore papers.

His pity party was interrupted by a knock at his door.

Yes! Sweet distraction.

Opening the door with a grin, Adrian decided he had never been happier to see Luna.

"Hey there. You're right on time for your study session," he told her with a wink before inviting her in.
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I Don't Give A Damn What Your Job Description Is, Witherpool. This. Is. My. Story!"
Wednesday, March 8th ~ Mid Afternoon



Rita looked up and down the busy street, moved over to a pleasant looking women and snatched the microphone out of her hands. "Damn it, Anastasia! This is my story! I spent the night under that table with their smelly feet - although the view wasn't bad - I deserve this! Shoo!"

Bumping the shocked woman aside, Rita smiled at the crowd and turned on the mic. "Good afternoon to all our listeners! Rita Skeeter here with a special live fuck, I hope very lively broadcast from Hogsmeade! As you may all recall, last night The Three Broomsticks held a poker tournament exclusive to men. Like I was about to stay away from that! Well ladies, it seems they have decided to make it up to us!"

Rita paused and held up the microphone as the people on the streets - largely women - cheered.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.
- Janeane Garofalo
Friday, February 24 ~ Afternoon



Draco leaned back into the soft dark leather of booth, watching the comings and goings of the cafe with blank eyes. He had sent Ginny an owl to meet him as soon as he had arrived home this morning, not yet ready to see whatever disgusting display Potter and Greengrass were sure to put on. After locking the two in a room together on Valentine's Day, Draco had made sure the staff knew not to tell him a damn thing about any noises or room service requests and proceeded to get thoroughly pissed.

And woken up in Venice. How was still a mystery, but the timing had been ideal. Away from his family, away from - them, just the break he needed right?

Until you took into account the number of vacationing lovers. Gah. So back home it was. As a flash of red caught his eye, Draco found himself grinning and hoping it was Ginny. He had actually missd a Weasley. Un-frickin-believable.
 
 
 
 
 
 
A Man, Two Women, and a Few (Hundred) Boxes
Febuary 18, 2006 - midmorning.




Neville unshrunk his last few boxes, sitting back among the self-made walls around him. They surrounded him in his upper flat, making a maze of the two-bedroom and the hallways, open kitchen, and sitting room. They nearly reached the celing, stacked around him.

How could he accumulated so much... stuff?Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cats Are Mysterious Kind Of Folk - There Is More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.
~ Sir Walter Scott ~
Friday, February 17th ~ Evening



"That's quite alright, Georgette. It's not our cat, but I'll see what I can do with him."

Arthur took the cat from Georgette yet again and went to the back door of the pub. He'd put him out several times already and he hadn't a clue how the blasted animal was getting back in each time.

"Molly would have a hissy if she knew you'd been in her kitchen, young man," Arthur advised the feline right before he placed him outside the back door. "Go find some young lady cat for the evening and you'll be a lot happier, I guarantee it."
 
 
 
 
 
 
If You Once Turn On Your Side
After The Hour At Which You Ought To Rise,
It Is All Over.
~ Sir Walter Scott ~
Thursday, February 16th ~ Morning



The day began for Luna when she woke up. It didn't matter what the clock told her or if it was darkest night outside. She'd decided a long time ago that there had to be a reason for waking up and she wouldn't find out what it was if she stayed in bed and fell asleep again. Hence, the middle of the night visit to the little building beside the post office. She'd finally been able to rent it and had been anxious to get started cleaning it out. There were oodles of things the previous tenant had left and until she'd looked at all of it, she wouldn't know what to get rid of. Just trashing the whole lot would be something that most people would do, but would horrify Luna. Who knew what treasures you might find.

A path to the front doors had been forgedCollapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
History of Valentine's Day
~ The History Channel ~
Tuesday, February 14th ~ Evening



"Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday?

"The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition.

So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient riteCollapse )