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Trying to taste the difference, 'tween a lemon and a lime, Pain and the pleasure, And the church bells softly chime. Monday, July 30 :: Early evening Benefit of being the new boss: Playing hooky was completely without risk. Penalty of being the boss: Taking off early came after a couple of days working overtime with the new recruits and trying to get the Station back to a semi-useful state after a couple years of neglect. A few stores in Hogsmeade and London should have been delighted with the orders Tonks had made to restock the storerooms. The Station's budget overage had been approved right off, which was just as well; as it was Tonks was supremely proud of her determination that no matter what, she would not be asking the Minister what pet project the funds that should have been spent on Hogsmeade Station all along had gone to when she encountered him at Wilson's funeral service Thursday morning. Scrimegour was Shacklebolt's project, not hers, although she'd help if she could. More importantly, the town was in her hands now. ( Merlin help it.Collapse ) :: Share :: Flag :: 14 replies :: Reply
Wednesday, July 25th - Afternoon He'd been held for questioning for a few days, something Colin didn't blame anyone for. Someone had made sure a Healer from St. Mungo's had looked in on him, and that he was treated alright - he suspected it might have been Auror Tonks who had been responsible for that. "Under the influence of a magical creature, not responsible for his actions" was the final verdict. Colin wasn't sure he'd agreed with it, really. If he wasn't responsible for what he'd done, he didn't know who was. It was his fault he'd fallen into Rose's hands, and ultimately into the clutches of the Master vampire. That had to make him responsible for something, surely? He'd avoided Izabel and Remus since his release, staying hidden away in his rooms at the castle as much as possible and letting one of the house-elves bring him meals. At some point he was going to have to find them and apologize and hope they could eventually forgive him, but he wasn't ready for that yet. Instead, he slipped out of the castle and hurried down the lane into Hogsmeade, searching for the office of Anne Perks. Maybe if he talked it over with someone who wasn't involved, who he hadn't hurt, maybe it would make more sense.
Sunday, July 22nd - Late Afternoon Since she and Harry had come home from the events of Friday night, Daphne had refused to leave Glen Hollow. For the most part she remained in bed, curled up on her side of the mattress, buried beneath the covers and clutching a pillow. Guilt, sadness and fear ate at her. How had she missed the signs? How could she have let Rose down so badly? And the others? How many had been hurt because of her, because of something she should have noticed? ( Read more...Collapse )
Saturday, July 21 :: Afternoon Not too long ago Tonks wanted more than anything to get into this room. She wasn't a stickler for order or anything, but the state of Wilson's office went past a bit mussed into an outright detriment to anything they wanted to do. He'd even had charms put on so the paper-airplane memos she sent never made it to him; they flew off to who knew where. Nothing to keep her out of the supervisor's office now, though. Tonks had made a couple of borderline-insubordinate comments this morning when Kingsley, who'd come up from London himself to direct the aftermath of last night's debacle, had suggested she go home and get some sleep after the initial interview were over. ( It felt like the war again.Collapse )
Friday, July 20th - Nearing Midnight An official sounding voice interrupts a gentle instrumental ballad. "Ezekiel Brunderbluss here with an update on the breaking news in Hogsmeade. Once again, years after Who-Know-Who was finally defeated, there have been confirmed sightings of Inferi roaming the streets. While officials continue to diligently work to clear the streets, all citizens are urged to remain safely behind locked doors, and to board up their windows if possible. The Ministry wishes to reassure everyone that they are dealing with the infestation as I speak, and we will be alerted once the all clear is given." An audible shuffling of papers, and Ezekiel clears his throat. "We've been unable to contact anyone at the Hogsmeade Auror's station for an official statement; however, a source in the Ministry who wishes to remain anonymous has told one of our reporters that there may have been vampiric activity involved. If you remember over a year and a half ago the WWN brought you news of vampire warnings and possible vigilante reactions in the same Hogsmeade area. One might wonder if those reports are some how related to tonight's events." A door opens, and yet more paper shuffling is heard. "We have confirmed three fatalities, the identities of the dead have not been released at this time. Many more injured; however, the numbers are surprisingly low considering the estimated number of Inferi involved. Unconfirmed eyewitness reports have mentioned that people were trapped in the Auror Station - which could account for why we've been unable to contact senior Auror Wilson as of yet. A large number of the civilian force that decimated the fiends before officials arrived seemed to have come from the Three Broomsticks, which had been closed for a private function." "Please stay tuned to the WWN for more details as they come in."
~ Alan Patrick Herbert Sunday, July 15th ~ Afternoon Harry was in a mischievous mood and Daphne was the only target to take it out on since Dobby had taken off early that morning. Putting the guest list down for the surprise bachelor party they were throwing for Remus on the kitchen table, he looked over at his wife and grinned while taking a seat. "Do you think one female exotic dancer is enough to embarrass the socks off of Remus or do you think we should get two? Maybe one of each, since Draco will be there would be better?"
~ George Eliot Friday, July 13th ~ Evening Getting a Dear Anne owl from someone you'd already decided not to see romantically any longer shouldn't have made her angry - but it did. Anne just needed to figure out why. I need some mental lubrication to help me get to the bottom of this. I'm not on any medication any longer - so it's past time to get a bit tipsy, Anne decided while closing the door to her office and heading down the street. Since Charlie had apparently gone back to Romania, the Sticks was once again on her list of places she could go without running into him. Opening the door, she looked around before shrugging and taking a seat at an empty table with her back to the bar. If Charlie's ghost passed by at some point, she didn't want to see it while sober. It was early yet and the place hadn't started to fill up, but since it was Friday it probably wouldn't be too long before it was standing room only. Georgette took her order for a glass of wine and a sandwich because Anne didn't want to get too tipsy, too quickly.
From the ranks of the freaks Who suspect they could never love anyone Thursday, July 12 • Evening Nymphadora Tonks had argued with herself all day. You know you're going to throw yourself into this and be in over your head before you know it. Why not go slow this time? Because it's Bill, and I know him and ... What if he's just being gentlemanly and "sure, I'm interested in you" because of the moon and now it's "oops, I seem to have spent all night shagging you, so the polite thing to do is go for a bite to eat"? ... How about you stop worrying and just have some fun? Because that's what got me in trouble last time. ... Yeah, but we're both older now, smarter, and we're not going to end up not-friends over this. All in all, dwelling over Bill, what had happened and what might happen if things went well tonight was definitely more interesting than spending all day worrying about the inquiry, which had gone surprisingly OK if "saying exactly what you thought and maybe torpedoing your career again, but pfft, this time you didn't do anything at all wrong, so suck it, Scrimmy" was going OK. So Tonks was chuffed by the time she got home to get ready, her customary optimism in place. Heck, even the charms to keep her stocking seams up and straight seemed to be working, which was a minor miracle in and of itself. ( Until she hit a roadblock.Collapse )
-Carl G. Jung Wednesday, July 11th ~ Afternoon Draco had been bothered since his party by recollections of this 'Philip Parish'. Had the resemblance really been that strong, or had he drank a bit more than he had thought at that point? There had definitely been drinking after the man had left... Common opinion seemed to be that the man really had looked like Vasily - but again, the drinking. Draco vaguely recalled the stand-off and obtaining confirmation that it wasn't him - along with something else. Parish had mentioned developing Hogsmeade. Which, Draco assured himself as he brushed by the protesting assistant and into the man's office, was why he was here. As a concerned citizen and major property holder. Not to 'confirm identity' again. Right.
Tuesday, July 10th ~ Evening Nymph, I was detained a bit longer than I'd My bosses were dead set on a certain item being shipped to their vaults, and their Egyptian counter-parts were equally set on it going to theirs, and I was stuck in the middle since I was the only one at the time capable of moving the bloody thing without setting off at least three curses and a hex that would have done some nasty things. But enough about business. I'm not sure what your schedule is like, but if you have a free day this week, or this weekend - Stretch.
Sunday, July 8th ~*~ Late Afternoon Daphne sighed irritably and squirmed some more, trying to find a comfortable position. Laying on the couch should not have been this difficult! Dobby popped up out of no where and wordlessly offered her another pillow, most likely the same one she'd pulled out from behind her back and thrown across the room in a fit of frustration less than an hour ago. She'd noticed it had disappeared at some point. For a moment, the urge to growl that she was fine and didn't need coddling was there, but Daphne bit it back and took a deep breath before gratefully reached for the offered item. ( Read more...Collapse )
Friday, July 6th ~ After dark He was home, she was sure of it. Percy was probably there with him, laughing with him, loving him. Rose's lips curled back, baring her elongated canines and releasing the soft growl from deep in her throat. Without a hint of breeze in the air her hair and cloak ripple and move as she stands on the long path that leads toward Gregory Goyle's house. She's far enough back to not trip any wards he might have placed on his home, but Rose can still see the building, can still imagine what might be going on inside it. If her Master did not call, and her thirst did not grow too powerful, Rose would stand there for hours as she had the other nights. Easily overlooked by all but a few who might look down the path. She did not react to the crack of Apparation beside her.
Tuesday, July 3rd ~ Early Evening Nymph, I'm not real good at this sort of thing, but I'd rather not mess it up if I can help it. Saturday made it clear that we're attracted to each other, but we both know there's more to it than that. What I think I'm trying to say is, would you like to go out to dinner with me. On a date. A real, no excuses, date. Bill
~ Robert Fritz Sunday, July 1st ~ Early Morning Draco and Greg's birthday bash had turned out interesting enough, Harry decided while sitting down at his desk. He'd been unable to sleep and rather than risk waking Daphne, he'd gotten up and gone downstairs. He was still oddly disturbed at the events that had transpired and needed to figure out what was at the bottom of it. Pulling his journal, Harry read a few entries, gradually moving back until he closed it in frustration and put it away. It held no answers and he found himself replaying the events at the party over and over again. Parish is a wanker, he told himself as he rose and turned off the lights in his study before shutting the door and heading back upstairs. He didn't even have the bollocks to stick around after.
Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Saturday, June 30 • Early evening Remus stood still on the bare sod that yet surrounded cottege, eyes closed. Apparating from London after taking a dosage of Wolfsbane required a moment's recovery. When his head ceased swimming quite so much, he swallowed again to attempt to clear the taste from his mouth and moved to the door, his shoes making soft marks in the lane where a proper walk would soon be. This would be his hiding place tonight, if not his home yet. No more Shrieking Shack, and no more Snape — although to be honest not having the Potions Master available to check over the other Apothecary's work on the new version of Wolfsbane was a bit worrying. ( There were more new elements to this moon than Remus liked.Collapse )
Saturday, June 30th - Afternoon Somehow, when the matter had been broached at Malfoy's party the night before, Bill hadn't been able to come up with a good enough excuse to keep Tonks away for the night. No, he hadn't actually ever hurt anyone - that he could remember. There were a handful of moons he had managed to drink himself into such a stupor that he really didn't have a clue what had happened the next morning, other than the hangover. But that didn't mean the urge to break things, and people, hadn't been there. That's why he'd kept Fleur away. Hell, that's why he kept just about everyone away, other than a few nights spent in the company of Chuckles, but Bill knew Charlie could take care of himself if something were to happen. The man dealt with dragons, for Merlin's sake. ( Read more...Collapse )
Friday, June 29th ~ Evening "- I had know that was all it would take to keep that hag Witherpool off my case and away from my stories, I would have volunteered to bring lunch for everyone before. It is not my fault she's got a thing for chicken salad. How was I supposed to know you aren't supposed to use the entire - What? - What do you mean I'm on the air? Already? Why didn't you say something sooner?" "This is Rita Skeeter live in the gardens of the Black Orchid Hotel - which is the closest I can get thanks to security and that restraining order. That sound you hear is an almost tribal rhythm emanating from the hotel ballroom." The noise grew momentarily louder before being drowned out by the unmistakable sounds of snapping twigs and a whispered curse. "They nearly saw me that time." "Almost a primal beat, primal enough to remind this reporter of the events that occurred in that very ballroom just a few short months ago. Will tonight's festivities end in yet another veil of silence, much like the day after the Valentine's Ball and the rumored, yet sadly unsubstantiated, orgy that may or may not have taken place?" "As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
Here comes one now Monday, June 26 • Early afternoon Vera stowed the first two scrolls into her robes and drew out a fresh one. "If the next two towers are as free of Hagrid's small friends as that one was, we can be done well ahead of tea time." She'd been uncharacteristically late to begin their rounds; Roger and she weren't quite yet finished with the first flush of celebration and had been ... occupied. "Although ... did you think the gargoyles overlooking the fifth-floor landing looked unusually plump?"
Sunday, June 24th ~*~ Early Morning Normally Daphne was the last to wake up, especially on a Sunday when she chose to sleep in on her day off. But this morning something woke her early. Whatever it was - dream, bird call or something else all together - was quickly forgotten as she made herself comfortable cuddled against Harry's side, the slight bump of the baby making it harder to fit against him like she used to. Her frown was barely visible in the pre-dawn light. In her mind, she understood that the changes occurring in her body were necessary for the baby, and the baby was definitely something she wanted, but Daphne had always had issues with her weight and couldn't help wondering if Harry would still want her when she got fat. What if she couldn't get the baby weight off right away? What if it never came off? Draco would never let her hear the end of it, that she was certain of. "Harry? Are you sleeping?" She knew Harry was still asleep, and the polite thing to do would be go back to sleep and talk to him in the morning, but Daphne wanted to talk about it now.
they've experienced pain and bought jewelry. - Rita Rudner Saturday, June 23 ~ Afternoon Roger was having his first good day in weeks - hell, in over a month truth be told. All thanks to Severus Snape. (And Poppy, but Snape was the initial cause and didn't have access to his body if he were to meet with some horrible accident so he'd stick to blaming the one that might not be in control of saving his life someday, thanks. At the very least she had control of the pain relievers.) The sadistic bastard had to pay. ( Roger was determined to find a way to turn Snape into aCollapse )
Wednesday, June 20th ~ Late Evening Colin has been waiting for a nice clear night, without too much moon or too little, to play with the new toys he'd picked up on his last visit home. The special lens and film were supposed let him get some amazing shots in the dark, with a sort of eerie effect. Which is why Colin was lurking in the bushes near the Hogwarts' gate after dark; camera pressed to his eye, breath held, as he waited for the small creature near the tree to come just a bit further out of the darkness. Somewhere to the left, a twig snapped, and Colin froze, the creature gone in a split-second. For a moment he was in the midst of another grove of trees, spells were flying overhead, and Colin nearly called out for his brother before he remembered where - and when - he was. ( Read more...Collapse )
~ Lord Falkland Monday, June 18th ~ Morning Almost a week had gone by since Anne had been out jogging and had had the misfortune to make the acquaintance of Bellatrix Lestrange. Anne understood the woman was dead and was no longer a threat, but that didn't stop the images that kept replaying in her mind through the potion induced haze of medication the healers insisted she take. Once or twice they'd been busy enough she'd received it a little late and there was no argument about taking it after that. Whatever hex it was the dead woman had managed to hit her with - hurt! Anne's left arm and shoulder still weren't responding the way they should, ( but the healers had assured her they would in time.Collapse )
~ John Dewey Sunday, June 17th ~ Morning Bellatrix Lestrange was dead. There was no denying that and while it was a good thing for the most part, Harry found himself almost at an impasse and he didn't quite understand why. Daphne's part in Croaker's disappearance was effectively buried which was what he'd wanted. Almost the last of Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters were dead. Lucius Malfoy remained alive and free, but he was too - slippery to be caught out as Bellatrix had and until another Dark Lord came along to take Riddle's place, Harry doubted he'd step too far out of line. Is that it? Harry asked himself sitting up straight at his desk and looking at the journal entry he'd started and not finished. Is it because I don't get to play the "Dark Lord" any longer? If it is, that's just - sick - isn't it?
and only one for birthday presents, you know. -Lewis Carroll Saturday, June 16th ~ Morning
Wednesday, June 13th ~*~ Afternoon Daphne said her goodbyes to Anne Perks, and stepped away from the woman's hospital bed. After hearing what had happened on Monday, she'd wanted to visit the two people that had gotten hurt. Guilt had eaten at her for the last few days even though she hadn't had any part in what had happened when Bellatrix died, but that didn't stop her from wanting to see for herself that Anne and Snape would eventually be alright. Dealing with her guilt over Bellatrix's death would take much more, she knew. She stopped to lean against her husband for a moment, seeking a bit of comfort and strength, before moving on to find Snape. Covered in bandages and looking even paler than normal, he was propped up against some pillows in his bed, arguing with his Healer. That, more than anything else could have, served to reassure her. |
