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.
"- 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."
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.
Gonna grow old, you're gonna grow so cold Before the sun can deliver you Tuesday, May 22 :: Evening
Ideally by this time Vera felt she should have a bridal shower all planned and ready to go.
Life had intervened, however, in the form of a mother with a broken hip. She had the finest care money could provide, of course, and wanted for nothing other than the presence of her many children, but it had been a sobering reminder of how different being in one's late seventies was for a wizard than it was for a Muggle.
Planning party games and selecting favors that didn't offend Vera's sense of taste had to take a backseat.
Life went on, however, and Vector had made good work of this evening out in Hogsmeade. She settled up her tab in the tea shop and gathered the various pamphlets and catalogs she'd picked up and exited the shop for the walk through the brisk evening air to Hogwarts.
She made it to the corner before enountering a familiar — if not seen in much too long a time — figure.
"Rose? Rose! Darling, we've been concerned about you, where have you been?"
Overwhelming News Wednesday, April 18th ~ Late Afternoon
The sun was still in the sky when Rose lead her friends back to her building. The four women had met for tea and spent some time catching up, and Rose realized how much she missed spending time with them. Daphne had mentioned there was something she wanted to tell them, but would prefer to do it someplace less public. Izabel had spoken up, saying she had news of her own.
Since Daphne lived so far away, there was no way that Rose could go out to Glen Hollow without angering Roman, and Vera and Izabel both lived at the castle, another place Rose couldn't risk visiting, that left only Rose's flat. She offered her place up for a quick visit, saying she had to be somewhere that evening but saying that they were more than welcome to stop by before she had to leave.
As long as the sun was in the sky, then Roman should still be sleeping.
She opened the door to her flat, and hurried in to make sure the living area was clear before turning ask if the other ladies wanted anything to drink.
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..."
Every ending is a new beginning. Tuesday, February 27th ~ Early evening
Rose finished her shift and said goodnight to the other employees. Part of her wanted to just go home and the rest knew that she had to talk to Daphne. Tonight.
Becky had mentioned she'd been looking tired, and it was true. Between her job here at the restaurant, her work with Hagrid, and spending her nights with him there wasn't much time for resting. Something had to give.
I may be going crazy, but at least I'm not going alone - Roger Harrison Friday, September 15, 2006 - Afternoon
With winter coming closer, it was time to start getting the garden ready for it. Having magical plants in it often attracted it's share of magical inhabitants wanting a comfortable place to winter over. He didn't get angry at them for it. After all, they didn't know any better. All they thought was they had found a great place full of food to stay.
Most pests he was able to deal with. The garden gnomes were caught in humane traps and stacked in a corner to be released into the wild. Cornish pixies were being repelled by the herbal smoke bombs he was letting off. However, there was one creature in ( Collapse )