A teacher is one who makes himself progressively unnecessary. ~ Thomas Carruthers Saturday, December 22nd ~ Afternoon
Anne hadn't realized how quickly she would become used to having the students milling around everywhere she went. Hogwarts and Hogsmeade were both - so quiet since the majority had departed for the holidays and it made her almost uneasy. While she wasn't a professor - she had volunteered to remain 'behind', so to speak, so that those with family close by could spend it with their relatives. Anne could have made arrangements to travel to the States to see her parents, but she knew they had planned a vacation of sorts in a warmer climate. Rather than disrupt their plans for what Anne suspected was a second honeymoon, she'd elected to stay.
Her thoughts about Vera and to some extent Hermione were broken when she noticed a very large dog and then another in her peripheral vision. She turned her head to watch and had to smile. Their master was apparently taking advantage of the open grounds to give them a little exercise. Her hand rose in a little wave of greeting. She hadn't actually talked to the Flying Master, but she knew of him of course and had seen him occasionally during the mid-day meals. Her smile grew a little larger when she remembered the confessions of true love that had poured out of the mouths of a few of the students.
I wonder if the poor man realizes how many dreams he stars in every night?
Yeah, 'cause silence is knowledge And knowledge is power I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name Monday, December 11 * Afternoon
Vector stood at the head of the staff lounge, running briskly and efficiently through a parchment scroll of party plans.
"There will be no music, and entertainment will come in the form of an after-dinner lecture. I've found a supremely tedious man who does 20 minutes on the dietary habits of Wilfred Elphick."
"Board member Higgins will be ready to leave following the truite au bleu, because he is frightened of fish, even if they are prepared perfectly in court bouillon. The Martinses will be offended that we're going with a French menu instead of a traditional English."
"In short, I believe all the undesirables will be ready to leave by 8 at the latest, due to the highly unfashionable start time we've selected."
"At which point, restraint of the ..." Vera paused and closed her eyes, before using what Roger had insisted was the proper terminology, "'newbies and virgins' will be left up to my partner in crime and the real party may begin."
She folded her arms and looked around the room, quite pleased with herself on the whole.
Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Tuesday, November 28 ~ Afternoon
Glassy eyes stared out over the smooth black lake the undisturbed water having a calming affect upon the brunette sitting upon its banks. Her legs were drawn up to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. She'd found herself coming out here more and more in the afternoons, watching the water, listening to the birds. There was something unexplainable about the way it soothed her. It was perhaps a bit unsettling to Hermione who organized the world with numbers, facts, theorems and probability. This was nothing like that, something intangible, unproven, but so very there in a way she couldn't explain with science or mathematics. ( Collapse )
Experience is a dear teacher, but fools will learn at no other. ~ Benjamin Franklin Tuesday, August 29th ~ Evening
The Great Hall has once again been temporarily revamped. The long student tables have been removed and round ones accompanied by comfortable dining chairs have taken their place. They dot the floor under the enchanted ceiling, the soft ivory tone of the linen covering the table tops invite you to sit and enjoy yourself.
Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind. ~Bulgarian Proverb Thursday, August 24th, Afternoon
The dogs had been overly demanding since they'd arrived, which Viktor knew was simply because they'd been on their own for much of the time. New place, new surroundings, and no owner about did that to them. Viktor's parents had warned him that they were the same way when he'd left them at their home when he'd first left for Hogwarts.
Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine. ~ Sigmund Freud Sunday, August 20th ~ Evening
Izabel was thankful everyone had returned in one piece - more or less. The frostbite, cuts and scrapes from ice and nasty bite marks could be easily dealt with. The first thing she did was to move toward the kitchen. Harry had asked Dobby to forgo his normal day off and she wanted to see if he would get some hot soup ready for them if nothing else was wanted. She heard the pop of Apparantion and glanced over her shoulder at the motley crew that was appearing.
I am surprised Harry would allow Malfoy senior to come here, but he did his part and Draco is still unconscious.
Minerva hadn't wanted to accompany them, but had headed back toward the school saying now that all the professors were accounted for, she needed to get other things lined up for the new term. Izabel hadn't missed the hugs she'd given Vera and Adrian upon their return nor the slight chuckle that escaped her lips when she'd inquired if Draco was badly injured and found out the reason he was - silent.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future Sunday afternoon
The newscaster wrapped up the report on a minor river troll rampage and moved to a tiny bit of business news before the segue back into music:
"Enterprising mums are getting the hop on the back-to-school season by doing their shopping a bit ahead of the crowds soon to be swamping Diagon Alley. Shopkeepers report their early August sales receipts are up 5 percentile points from last year."
"And the perfect soundtrack to accompany all your summer fun is just around the corner — a little birdie has slipped the WWN the latest from the Weird Sisters! We'll be bringing it to you before it hits the shops, right after these messages."
I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way. ~ Franklin P. Adams Friday, August 18th ~ Evening
From what Remus had told her, if they managed to find the missing people in the Fae world, it would require a great deal of coordinated efforts on their part to have even a chance of a successful rescue. Glancing around the room, Minerva had to wonder what their chances were. Her eyes lingered for a moment on Luna and she mentally shook her head.
Ravenclaw? I just don't see it, but that's why we have the Sorting Hat.
At least Horace isn't here.
She still didn't see what Doris saw in him, but having him go off to be with her saved Minerva some aggravation so she wasn't going to object. Rising to her feet, Minerva cleared her throat lightly and when the small bit of chattering died down she raised her chin slightly.
"I think we all know why we're here and I'm not going to waste any time expounding on it. Remus? What do you want us to do and how?"
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. Friday, August 18 ~ Morning
It seemed hours she stood in the living room of her ancestral home with her bags in hand. She was physically ready with everything packed away and ready for the start of term, but was she mentally ready? Even the off-white four walls of the house suddenly seemed lacking; the photos on the wall were empty, the mantle cold and bare, and her mother lazed in a rocking chair, the rhythmic creak of the legs the only sound. Hermione hoped in some way that a return to Hogsmeade would somehow be like the crossing of the rainbow in the old fable her mother used to read. Life would be colorful again, and full of song, dance and laughter, but she knew that was wishful thinking. The walls of the school would be as cold and gray as always and the Three Broomsticks would ever smell of stale ale and whiskey. Life went on with few changes, just emptier now.