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.
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.
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?"