Even I can be wary, sometimes. No, really!
Thursday, July 6th - Early Morning
It was good to be back home. Seamus was actually glad to be back in Hogsmeade, because, as exciting as Ireland could be, nothing beat a real bed, a roof above his head and a real bathroom.
After taking a good long shower, he'd decided to take a walk and see if anything new had happened while he was gone.
He found himself heading towards the park, as if a few weeks in Ireland's deep forests hadn't quenched his love for nature. Whistling merrily, he walked aimlessly until he noticed two strange looking people. Is there a carnival, these days, or something? And what are they doing next to the well?
His curiosity pushed him and he walked briskly towards them, something nagging in the back of his mind. The closer he got, the familiar they became, even if familiar probably wasn't the right word for it.
"Morning," he called out as he approached them.
When You've Been Through Everything I Have, Paranoia Is Merely A Precaution!
Friday, May 19th ~ Early Morning
Draco twisted over on his side, drawing one of his pillows closer as he blearily cracked open one eye to see where the noise - was that a cackle? - that had awoken him came from.
Eh. It's just Oven, passed through his sleepy brain as his eye closed again. And sprang open, fully this time.
"Fuck!" Came from the floor on the other side of the bed as he tripped over his blankets in attempting to flee.
"Back to hell, demon! Back to hell!" The sound was slightly muffled by the carpet pressing into his face, but the sentiment was there.
Where the hell is my - fuck! On the nightstand. On that side of the bed.
Let the punishment fit the crime
Sunday, April 30th ~ Afternoon
"You're a slave driver, you know that?" Seamus grumbled. "What am I thinking? Of course you know it! And I bet you're proud of it!"
He sighed and raised his free hand to wipe his brow. It was getting warm and all the packages he was carrying weren't helping. He came to a stop and prepared a pout.
"I'm thirsty!" he declared, turning to glare at Draco.
Chaos in the midst of chaos isn't funny, but chaos in the midst of order is.
-Steve Martin
Monday, April 24th ~ Early Evening
Draco glanced up at the clock in the lower level staff lounge, watching the seconds tick by. Snorting at the man residing opposite him at the table, Draco slowly crumpled up a piece of parchment and tossed it at his head - currently buried in his crossed arms on the table.
It would be an almost comical display of apprehension and dread - if Draco didn't feel the exact same way.
"Why the hell did I ever let you talk me into this? Fucking bastard - you appealed to my libido - and lied."
Experience Is A Hard Teacher.
She Gives The Test First And The Lessons Afterwards.
~ Anonymous ~
Monday, April 3rd ~ Early Afternoon
Stacking parchment on one side of her desk, Doris looked over the list one last time before heading toward the stairs that would take her up to Harry's office. She didn't know how he would handle it, but she was having a problem fitting all the students into the allotted slots.
Knocking briefly on his door, she breezed in and coughed lightly. She stifled a laugh when he jumped and turned away from the window to face her.
"Harry? Wool gathering? What would your students think?"
