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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.
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All those in favor for
cutting the workweek short,
raise your hands and say yeah!

Friday, September 15th ~ Afternoon

The school year is two weeks old, and the ebb and flow of classes have nearly become routine: or at least they will be once Hogwarts sports a full complement of teachers once more.

Hogwarts welcomes the new Muggle Studies teacher! And what better way to do so than the comforting embrace of a Friday staff meeting?
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.

It's been a year since the re-dedication ceremony and six years since the Dark Lord was finally defeated. This is an evening for reflection, celebration and if Minerva will allow it, more than a few glasses of good wine with friends, both old and new.
Seize opportunity by the beard,
for it is bald behind.
~Bulgarian Proverb
Thursday, August 24th, Afternoon

"Syadam, Bludger...SYADAM!"

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.

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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."

"Meanwhile, all the young folk, soon to be bright scholars once more, are eager to capture all the idyllic moments remaining before the carefree days of this summer are gone forever."

"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.

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When In Doubt,
Run In Circles,
Scream And Shout.
Wednesday, August 15th ~ Morning

Luna was running out of places to look and she knew Izabel was starting to double check ones that she'd skimmed hoping to find something she'd missed before. Unfortunately, Luna knew she hadn't missed anything and she was beginning to lose hope when she thought of something.

Viktor. He always had stories and different ideas of things.

She hurried to a desk and grabbed a pen and a quill.

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Honey, I'm Home
Thursday, June 22 -- Early Afternoon

Rose had slept in her first day back and wished she hadn't as she had gotten out of that habit when she was visitng her parents, but then she hadn't been to a party while at her parents had she? So it was okay.

What wasn't okay, she was sure, was that she still hadn't gone to see Viktor. Rose had rather hoped to see him last night and then she had gotten distracted by a party and dancing which was something she wouldn't want to admit to Viktor considering how much she had missed him. She didn't want to do any damage to his ego either.

Going for a walk, she knew she owed Hagrid a visit and to see how the animals were doing. She should probably to go talk to Daphne and get back into her work schedule as well, but she had something on her mind; Viktor.

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Did I Do the Right Thing?
Monday, June 5th -- Afternoon

She was tired of this, tired of sleeping all day only to wake up feeling unrested. Tired of staying up all night reading her books just to take her mind off of how tired she was of having nightmares. Tired of only seeing her parents when she left her room to shower or when they finally sat her down and told her that she was a guest and their guests ate three meals a day and nothing less.

Rose was tired of feeling sorry for herself and so that night she set her alarm clock and made herself get up at a decent hour. Then she ate breakfast with her parents before going outside for a walk which helped her not be such the drama queen.

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Draco Birthday Invite
Cheer Up!
The Worst Effects Of What We're Doing...
Won't Be Felt Until After We're All Dead!
~ Ashleigh Brilliant ~
Saturday, May 27th ~ Evening

Hagrid was a kind soul and he liked to talk. He was very worried about Rose and he'd confided to Izabel that she had asked him for several weeks off to recover from all the trauma she'd gone through lately. Izabel could understand that very easily, but she was also worried that Rose would sit home and brood.

And that can't be allowed. Especially after - Him - whoever the hell he is messed with all three of our minds.

Vera. Vera is sensible. She'd be good to take along.

And Daphne.

Wasting no time, Izabel let Remus know where she'd be and asked Roger to keep an eye on the Ravenclaw students for the evening. She figured since she'd be taking Vera with her - he needed something to keep him busy.

Knocking on Vera's door a short time later Izabel shifted the package she'd thrown together and waited.

"Vera? I know you're in there - come out, come out wherever you are. It's time to play a little."
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what's right.
~ Isaac Asimov ~
Saturday, May 13th ~ Afternoon

Minerva had done something she hadn't done in years. Slept in. It was Saturday and she had been tired. Tired enough she didn't care what Slughorn thought when she roused the lazy - Assistant Headmaster from his bed and informed him that she wasn't to be disturbed. She'd already made sure that the others were alright and that Poppy was handling any repercussions with the appropriate potions or healing charms.

(When Minerva finally rose for the day around the noon hour, she'd still felt tired, but not as content as she imagined she'd feel.)
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. )
Bow Down Before The One You Serve
You're Going To Get What You Deserve

Friday, May 12th ~ Night

He waited, watching, by now knowing that she would be along and the annoying one - the shadow would follow. He had briefly thought of turning the other - he looked strong - but he was attached to her and it would not do to have his possession challenged. He would enjoy taking her away - the man had been in his way for far too long and he had to take her now - the moon would be full the next night - he had missed the last one - his pack would be strong as she needed to be - if she was unworthy the wolf would devour her, not wasting his seed.

He could hear them approach and turned to glare at the voices urging him on, to take what was his and saw them, the faces from the past, bloody and mangled. He would not make the mistake again, his children would not fail him. Excited and breathing heavily he moved behind the one that would hinder him, deny him his family, as she - the mother moved away. Dragging the struggling man back he delivered a blow to his head, watching in satisfaction as he sunk to the ground. He was tempted to snap his neck - but anxious to move back to her, lest another encroach on his territory. ( Let him live - let him live and suffer and know that she is mine - that he failed to keep us apart... )
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.
If, after the first twenty minutes, you don't know who the sucker at the table is, it's you. ~ Unknown
Tuesday, March 7th ~ Evening

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Let Them Eat Cake!
Wednesday, March 1 -- Late Afternoon

If there was one thing Ron held close to his heart, it was food and on birthdays you got a lot of food. A lot of cake too.

So he was very, very excited when he walked into The Three Broomsticks on his birthday to see his mum and dad.

To be honest he was more excited to see his mum as she was probably the one with the food and his dad would more than likely be trying to steal it...
"Truths and roses have thorns about them"
~Henry David Thoreau
Friday, February 24th -- Early Evening

Rose had been napping on her couch, curled into a ball under a warm blanket when she heard the knock on her door. Stretching, she gave the door an irritated look. This was her sleep time and she almost considered ignoring the knock, but knew that visitors were rare so she should probably answer it, it seemed to make sense in her sleepy state.

Stretching, she called out, "Coming." before running a hand through the her hair. Standing up on her tip toes to see through her peephole, Rose saw -- Viktor!

The slowness of sleep gone, she scrambled quickly over to the counter. Snatching her wand, Rose cast a breath freshening charm on herself. She ran her hands once more through her hair before opening the door.

"Hello Viktor," her smile dropped as she saw the expression on his face and hers turned to one of concern. "Is everything alright?" Not another student. She held the door open in a silent invite for him to come in.
Mourning Lost Innocence
Friday, February 24th ~ Noon

An advertisement for The Phoenix ended and a female voice in the background comes through.

"With all the crap going on around here lately I think I'll sign up for some classes."

"I doubt you'll find the professor's arse on any exams. You wouldn't be going there to learn, you'd be going there to ogle, harass and dig for dirt, Rita."

"Ezekiel Brunderbluss here with your noon news update."

A rustle of paper is heard before Rita's dulcet tones can be heard again.

"And your point is? It got me through Hogwarts, didn't it?"

"You have absolutely no shame do you?"

"It's very liberating, would you like me to teach you?"

"Someone get her the hell out of here. Rita, back off! Remember our discussion on personal space?"

"Well, if you'd hold still I'm trying to explore yours."

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Women speak because they wish to speak,
whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by
something outside himself - like, for instance,
he can't find any clean socks.
- Jean Kerr

Thursday, February 23rd - Evening

Bill was tired of sitting at home alone and brooding. Tonight he was determined to sit in the pub. Alone. And brood.

He was relieved to see that Arthur wasn't behind the bar when he came in and he ordered an ale and found an empty table near the back.
Not So Fast, Young Man. You Need To Finish Your Homework.
Saturday, February 18th ~ Afternoon

The evening out with friends had helped, but the events from the beginning of the week still weighed heavily on Izabel's mind. Normal work wasn't helping, so she decided that kicking a young man in the tush who had been doing so well at levitation was in order. Walking briskly through the castle, she smiled at the various students she encountered and pulled her outer cloak tighter as she made her way outside.

There he is.

Approaching Viktor, she waved and slowed as she got closer and gazed up at him with her teaching face in place.

"I should be vexed with you, Viktor," she advised before a smile broke out over her face. "All will be forgiven, however, if you get yourself inside and crack the books."