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.
If You Ever Wanted To Know What A Person With Acute Paranoia Looks Like, Just Keep Watching. Monday, June 5th ~ Early Evening
Draco had thought of taking today off - it was his birthday after all - but then when would his students give him his gifts? Not that he had practically demanded them or insinuated that it might have an affect on their final - he would never do that.
Well, they couldn't prove it anyway.
Draco raised one eyebrow as his door opened - he never left it un-warded - and cautiously peered inside. ( Collapse )
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.
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?"
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."
Draco nodded with satisfaction as he viewed the finished room. He had found out only after the fact that Friday had been Seamus' birthday and upon recalling the conversation they'd had, he'd known just the thing. The only thing left had been to wait until the man went out and Draco could get into his flat. Well, that and evicting the previous tenant of the adjacent flat in order to take the needed space.
Draco made sure the items they had discussed were properly set out and charmed, ignoring the voice telling him it was a shame to let all these preparations go to waste. Reaching for the handle of the door out of the flat he froze as it turned itself under his hand.
"...and to end our little salute to St Patrick, we bring you some little known facts about a drink I'm sure the majority of you will have consumed before the evening is over."
A slight rustle of paper is heard and a throat is cleared lightly.
"About 4000 years ago, it was the accepted practice in Babylonia that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calender was lunar based, this period was called the 'honey month' or what we know today as the 'Honeymoon'.