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Poppy, Minerva, Izabel, Severus ~ Hogwarts Infirmary ~ Complete

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.
Reg

WWN Society News Update ~ In Progress ~ Complete

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."
BW

Izabel, Poppy and Remus || Hogwarts || Complete

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?"
Despair

Roger, Vera and Poppy * Hogwarts * Complete

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.

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Haunted

Izabel, Remus and Poppy || Hogwarts || Complete

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.
BW

Izabel, Remus and Poppy || Hogwarts || Complete

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.
Firenze

Various cast * Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest * Complete

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. )

Various Hogwarts Staff ~ Hogwarts ~ Complete

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.
Haunted

Various cast || Hogwarts || Complete

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.
Bill

Bill, Poppy, Remus, Izabel and Sirius ~ Hogwarts Infirmary ~ Incomplete

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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