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Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
~ Dylan Thomas
Monday, February 5th ~ Early Morning

Smoothing the corner of his blanket, Poppy frowned while gazing down at Remus' face. She'd managed to make him comfortable, she hoped, but other than that, she had no clue why he was unconscious. Izabel had sounded the alarm when he didn't respond to her after his moon. When Poppy asked if anything unusual had occurred, the other woman had hesitated only a moment before shaking her head no.

Poppy had been uneasy around Izabel and she knew why. Izabel seemed to have a guilty air about her.

I'm being a silly, jealous, old fool, Poppy tried to tell herself. And it has to stop now.

Those thoughts didn't stop her from contacting Minerva and not Izabel for a consultation about Remus, however.

Minerva's the Headmistress of this school.

She has to make the decision.
WWN Broadcast
Thursday, February 1 ~ Evening

"... And lastly tonight, a juicy little tidbit from up north.

"It seems wedding bells soon will be ringing through the halls of learning.

"Izabel Sinistra, Head of Ravenclaw House, has of course been a well-respected fixture of Hogwarts for years, instructing classes of students in the ways and means of the stars above as the Astronomy professor.

"Equally obsessed with the heavens — especially tonight, as the full Hunger Moon fills the sky — is the werewolf who rejoined the castle faculty after the Ministry of Magic made the controversial wartime political maneuver of lightening the protective anti-werewolf legislation. Professor Remus Lupin has apparently made himself quite at home at Hogwarts.

"Now, sources say, the two Heads of House will be making their long-standing affair de coeur official.

"When will the ceremony be, where will it be held, and how did a werewolf on a teacher's salary afford what is said to be quite the impressive ring?

"Trust me, darling listeners, you will know moments after your friend Ana does.

"This has been the Witherpool Whirlpool, your source for all the society news worth knowing. Tune in tomorrow night when the extracurricular activities of the filthy Falmouth Falcons get a turn under the microscope."
And when they split those atoms
It's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
Monday, December 4 || Night

"And Mathilda Lowenstein is convinced that a Furnunculus is the only charm that can be used against Red Caps, no matter what the texts or I say."

Lupin poured a cup of tea and handed it to Izabel.

"I think before the end of term there might have to be a live demonstration for the third-years."

Nothing said "Happy Holidays" like an angry goblin-thing covered in boils and suddenly five times its usual size.

Remus served himself and sat down with a barely audible groan.

"How have your little angels been behaving up in the tower?"
When you see an accident do not turn your head and look away
I can see detectives are sifting through the wreckage we have made
Monday, June 12 * Early morning and later in the day

Thirst woke her.

The Infirmary was dark and quiet, and for a few moments Vera didn't realize she wasn't in her own bed.

The slightest motion of one of her arms brought the realization of where precisely she was — and what she'd done — flooding down.

She tried to sit up but could not.Collapse )
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Sunday, June 11th || Evening

"Yes, bloody brilliant. Tell McGonagall we'll be happy with whatever."

The House Elf nodded and made a check on her list, then vanished with a pop.

Lupin shook his head and slumped at his desk, ashamed of himself. All the elf was trying to do was get preparations in order for the end-of-term feast. That was no reason to snap at her.

Particularly as he'd been purposely rather hard to get a hold of the past couple of days and she'd been forced to spend some time seeking him out, tonight of all nights.

Ever since "the little incident," he'd been sequestering himself almost. With the approach of the full moon, and all that it implied, Remus was doing a much worse job than usual in hiding how it affected him, worry driving the irritability to the surface.

One left. Then the summer. Summer will be better.
And now I need an oasis
A place to hide from the day
I'd like a little dark tiny room
Where the music plays
Saturday, May 13th || Evening

The Aurors were every bit of fun that Remus had expected, and then some. Even with McGonagall there, the questioning and tests had gone one for what seemed like ages.

Lupin wasn't sure they realized how lucky they were that Minerva didn't just Transfigure the lot of them into stoats. She had certainly looked tempted a few times.

When they finally seemed satisfied about what had happened in the forest, it was well past time for dinner in the Great Hall. Remus stopped by his office for a quiet meal alone, thinking some more.

He still hadn't made a final decision about what was to happen tonight — but it wasn't as if it was totally up to him anymore. He left, and walked through the corridors of Hogwarts until he was at the door to Izabel's quarters.
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Friday, May 12th/Saturday, May 13th * The Witching Hour

The corridors of Hogwarts were still, except for the occasional ghost or House Elf, and in their dormitories the students safely slumbered.

But in the staff meeting room, chaos reigned.

Professors in various states of alertness — some groggy and in nightdress, others prepared and eager to go out and face the night and whatever might be in it — had answered their Headmistress' summons.

( Firenze stood and watched Madame Pomfrey attempt to calm the Flying instructor. )
Staff Meeting
Friday, March 17 ~ Late Afternoon

Roger sat back in his chair, glancing at the other staff members present. This full moon had brought more carnage, and although Hagrid probably felt differently, he couldn't help but be glad it had been limited to the animals. Minerva was going back over the wolfs markings and Remus' whereabouts at the time - Roger blocked her voice and pictured the castle wall in his mind again.

For something to mark stone like that - even faint scratches - it must have wanted in very badly. He gave a silent shiver at the thought. If it had made it... the children would have been like the animals in that pen. Unable to escape.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Wednesday || The Ides of March || Morning

Even in Hogwarts, dungeons were cold things. Or perhaps it was simply the adjustment away from a fur coat that made it seem so; all Remus knew was that it was usually the chill seeping into his bones that woke him.

Penance paid for another month.

He opened his eyes and studied the stones of the ceiling until he heard a noise in the hall, a clear signal to make himself presentable. A hand groped for the blanket.

After a moment, reluctantly, Lupin swung his legs over the side of the cot to sit up. The motion brought a wince, joints as always protesting the inhuman treatment they'd received.
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh
I wanna be sedated

Tuesday, March 14th ~ Early Evening

Last month's avoidance efforts hadn't been terribly effective, especially when he heard the news of the children.

For days afterward there had been a sense of unease haunting him and Bill knew that drinking himself into a stupor wouldn't work again. When the skin tingling anxiety hit tonight he wanted to be absolutely certain that... That what, Bill? That you're not turning into raving beast and eating children? You don't transform, you haven't after all these years. No matter how much the need may torture your body and mind in the light of the moon, or how you want to. Yes, want to. Admit it, Billy Boy, if it will end the urges that mess so badly with your head, you would gladly give your body over to the wolf for one night out of the month to run free in the woods. To feel truly alive like the whispers in the darkness promise.

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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 )
What's The Wizarding Family Next To You Doing These Days?
Saturday, February 4th ~ Evening

".... and that was interesting wasn't it? I'll be sure and keep you up to date on the developments as I make them appear they occur. With all the *sniff* spectacular stories lately concerning Azkaban, which I'm sure would have been of a great deal more interest if given from the woman's point of view, I'd like to bring you something a little lighter.

"With the holidays over, many people are finding themselves in a slump. What better time to have a party, just for the sake of seeing friends and relatives. If you'd care to have a special guest that could give one sided but glowing reports of your social calender, be sure a drop me an owl here at WWN and I'll see if I can fit it in my schedule.

"I was fortunate enough to slip into such a party earlier this evening. It was termed a house warming party and in my opinion, parts of it were so scorching it should have burned the building down. The night started mind numbingly dull bland enough, with sickening heartwarming displays of incestuous undertones sibling affection and the bondage? bonds of friendship. Luckily the bar was well stocked and with the promise of men to ogle and wine to drink a colorful gathering, I settled down on a wall to observe."

Er - Rita? You did actually get invited to this event right?Collapse )
No, Horace. I Didn't Ask Your Opinion, Did I?
Friday, January 27th ~ Late Afternoon

Minerva glanced over the assembled professors and tried not to glare at Horace. She'd felt obligated to tell him her news before the staff meeting, but she hadn't liked his attitude at all.

The next time - he gets the news the same time as everyone else. Pompous ass. I'm still headmistress here and I'll be damned if some smarmy snake is going to try to tell me how to do my job. He just wanted time to schmooze with the new professor and get an in somehow.

"Is there anything else that needs to be addressed before I move on to the next item?" she asked with a pleasant smile. "I know you're all anxious to start your weekend," she added dryly while looking straight at Roger.
To the Winner Goes the Spoils
Saturday, January 21st ~ Evening

"Good evening, wonderful match wasn't it? Very close, very close." If you could call his Slytherin's losing by over 250 points close, but Horace Slughorn wasn't going to let a loss ruin his spirits. At least not where there were witnesses.

Having Izabel serve as his personal waitstaff at the staff meetings would have been the sweetest of victories. He could almost hear her distinctive voice asking if he wanted sugar with his cuppa and - A biscuit would be lovely, thank you, my dear.

Instead his own personal stock of fine liqueurs was about to be ravished by these... people.

"Izabel, my dear, when we discussed using my fine wines and spirits as after-party refreshments by way of my forfeit - surely you didn't mean all of them, did you?"
This Program Was Sponsored By The Three Broomsticks...
Monday, January 16th ~ Afternoon

"The proceeding program was brought to you by the Three Broomsticks, located in central Hogsmeade. Stop in for a bite and a pint, or ask about their back room, available for party reservations! Book now, leave the cooking and cleaning to someone else while you sit back and enjoy your event."

"As always ladies and gentlemen 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 returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
You see, Doc -
I've got this problem...

Monday, January 16th ~ Afternoon

A rather annoying and persistant ache from her shoulder had woken Ginny from a rather nice dream - one not set in Paris, but centered around a certain dark and sexy Apothecary owner.

'Bugger!'Collapse )
...And The Children Were Nestled, All Snug In Their Beds...
Saturday, January 7 ~ Late Evening

"...Parents are breathing a sigh of relief as students prepare to return to school from winter break. The Hogwarts Express pulls out sharply on time, don't be late! Teachers arrived at the school today, no doubt either enjoying those last few moments of peace or frantically finishing up in time for the new term to begin on Monday. We've been unable to reach Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress for any comment, representatives from her office have expressed her regrets, as she is also indisposed during this busy time."

"We here at the Wizarding Wireless Network wish the students and their families all the best in this upcoming year, we know they're in good hands."

"As always ladies and gentlemen 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 returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
I Will Always Take Care of You, If You Let Me
Friday ~ December 16th ~ Early Morning

Poppy made her way down the dungeons as was routine. She hadn't spoken to Remus since Bill's Birthday party. She winced at the memory.

She rounded the corner and released the wards. She adjusted the basket on her arm and entered the room. Her eyes were cast down as she waited for the familiar grunt/groan letting her know she could start taking care of him.
Happy Birthday, Bill!
Friday, December 2nd - Evening

Dad had owled asking him to stop by and help tend the Friday night crowd. Something about Molly being busy and after the last accident with the gas powered toaster explosion - Bill had paused at this point and wondered what in Hades his father had down now before realizing it didn't matter because he'd never understand how Arthur's mind worked - she preferred that someone was around to assist him. Bill read between the lines and deduced that Mum wanted a babysitter.

And I've been elected.

Bill pulled open the door to the bar and stepped in, shaking snow out of his hair.
Potion Making 101
Monday, November 28th ~ sometime after dinner

Finally. Poppy needed the lab, yesterday. No. More like last week. She had been so swamped with patients, this had been the worst year yet for Quidditch injuries. She didn't know what was going on with the young men of Ravenclaw, but they were beyond accident prone. At any given time, there were no less than three students from that house with a broken bone, or four.

After dinner she made her way to the lab, she and Adrian had booked off this evening for medicinal potions. She needed a new supply of Murtlap Essence, Pepperup, and the blood replenisher that had been nicked nearly two weeks ago.

Entering the lab, she was pleased to see the cauldrons at the ready. She decided not to wait for her colleague and got straight to work, and collected the necessary ingredients.
Human Sexuality you say?
Wednesday, November 16th ~ 8:00pm

Marf was all set and ready to take over. There were only two patients this evening, one with a broken leg and other had a nervous stomach. They had both been given a sleeping draught and she hoped it would be a quiet night for Marf. She was confident though that he would send for her should he need her.

She was, however, worried about Remus. The moon had been hard on him, and he had lost his usual good humour. She made a mental note to mention it to Harry tonight.

Poppy then gathered up the texts on human sexuality she thought might be appropriate, shrunk them and placed them in her pocket. She set the Portkey for eight o'clock and made her way to the gates. She waited off about five minutes and then felt the tug behind her navel. Seconds later she landed in the foyer of Harry's home. Her landing wasn't exactly graceful but she did manage to stay upright.
Harry felt a bit out of his depth when trying to explain things to Dobby, but didn't know if he would talk to anyone else about it either or he would have sent him to Hermione - just to see how she would have handled it.

Maybe Ron? Naw, he seems the most comfortable with me, so I guess I'm it. Lucky, lucky me. Why is it I can goof around with Ron, talk about it with Remus and still be so damned self conscious talking to Dobby about it? Help, professional help is what I need.

Having decided that, Harry sat down and scratched out a quick owl.

Dear sweet PoppyCollapse )

Or myself thinking about elves and what they - right. Seal the letter and send it.
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

~ T. E. Lawrence ~

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Ezekiel Brunderbluss here and tonight I'd like to take you on a little journey through the history of Halloween. We all know the modern traditions. Some of us hold parties, costumed or not, in order to celebrate and enjoy being with friends. Children go door to door in search of treats to fill their bags. We carve pumpkins and place lighted candles inside to show off our handy work from afar.

When you seek your bed this evening, will you check for monsters underneath or in the closet?Collapse )
Awakening To A Clearer Vision
Tuesday, October 18 ~ Mid Afternoon

Remus forced himself out of his semi-catatonic state as he sensed Poppy moving around in the antechamber of the room where his cell was located. He was usually already up and moving about when she arrived, but he had slept even less than usual, his concerns about Harry plaguing even his wolfish mind. Much in the way such a beast would over it's cub.

Forcing himself to rise, he tottered over to where she had left his usual milk and chocolate, sinking down on the wooden bench as he voraciously consumed the portions. Once his empty, abused stomach was momentarily appeased, he leaned his head back against the wall and smiled. How he had survived so many years of changes without Poppy's tender care was beyond him. She truly was his own personal angel of mercy.
Dinner And More
Tuesday, October 11th ~ Evening

Standing in front of Poppy's private entrance, Harry adjusted the tie at his neck and then raised his hand to knock. He was a few minutes early, but he hadn't wanted to be late. As he waited a small smile curled one corner of his mouth when he remembered the last time he'd been there. Poppy had been everything he'd imagined and more. Sweet, passionate and very giving. He'd been delighted that she wanted to see him again and he fingered the stem of the pink rose he carried as he waited for the door to open.