Potions Assignments
Author: Fritz Schnackenpfefferhausen
Date: 02-20-03 10:13
After showering and getting dressed, Fritz wandered into the Ravenclaw common room with his Potions textbook under one arm and rolls of parchment clutched in both hands. He kept his quill between his teeth, mumbling an incomprehensible guten morgen to some of the other Ravenclaws in the room.
He found a seat in a darkened corner and let the rolls of parchment cascade from his fingers onto the table by his chair. As usual, Professor Snape had kept his students busy with reports and other essays, always due during the next class period. Fritz simply wanted to proofread some of this work and if possible, expand on some of his theories.
Coco soon came down the stairs, her vibrant blue hair still shocking enough to wake up any sleepy student or even teacher, for that matter. She tore him from his work, using phrases and words Fritz still couldn't quite understand, and escorted him down to the Great Hall for a little breakfast before their first class.
It had been fun and relaxing during the WCC Match and now the list was narrowed down to four. Mr. Masterson, Miss Paul, Miss Chang and Miss Brumby all won their matches.
I sat in my office going over school work and a new roster for the next round. After I finished, I noticed my page calendar. It showed Oct. 28th. "Three days," I muttered. "Three more days and another year older." Loki gave a soft hoot and I went to him. "Thanks for the birthday wish you rascal," I said and stroked his feathers. "How about an outing?" Loki flapped his wings and I opened the window. He took off and did a small circle, then flew over the tallest tower and out of sight.
The Aftermath
Author: Annie Paul
Date: 02-21-03 06:44
It came and went and I won. I was on cloud nine as I had entered the Gryffindor Tower with Remadi and heard the cheers from some of my house mates. I had given Ramadi a hug after her game and she congratulated me on mine. Even Professor Dumbledore congratulated me and it made my day.
Now it was back to homework and classes, another Hogsmeade trip was coming and it now gave me more time to work hard on all that was before me. I had just finished my Potions work and had now tackled my History of Magic scroll on Troll Troubles of 1784. I had just finished it and let the roll close with a snap.
I then looked back at my things and put them away, then picked up my Rules and Strategies of Wizards Chess and buried my nose in it. I had heard about the others and wondered who I'll end up playing against. I had to work hard and study just as hard to keep my grades up and hope to win the Cup and points for my house.
They Never Saw It Coming...
Author: Veronica Dumbledore
Date: 02-21-03 10:44
"Good morning students," Veronica cheerfully announced as she entered the classroom. "I have a special surprise for you all. I've made a slight change to my lesson plan. Mind you, it wont be all fun and games, it will be on the finals... but I encourage you to take advantage of this learning opportunity nonetheless. Today we will begin a study of the history of Arithmancy!" A wave of groans went up from the students suggesting that this change of plans made only Veronica ecstatic.
"Now then," she said as she stepped up to the board to write down keywords and phrases as she spoke, "Today we will start with the basics. Divination by numbers dates back quite some time. The ancient Greeks examined the number and the values of letters in each name of two combatants. They predicted the combatant having the name of the greater value would be victorious. It was by using this science that some diviners foretold that Achilles would defeat Hector.
The Chaldeans also practiced arithmancy. They divided their alphabet into three parts, each part composed of seven letters which they attributed to the seven planets. Through this arithmetic method they made predictions based on the planets. However, the oldest form of Arithmancy can be found with Pythagoras and the Pythagoreans.
Pythagorean Numerology, based on a modern version of the Pythagorean gematria. This is the dominant method of arithmancy as it is used today. Pythagoras was one of the first and most important philosophers and mathematicians in history. He made fundamental discoveries in mathematics, and is often known as the father of mathematics.
Indeed, he is credited with turning mathematics into an abstract system, completely separate from the physical meaning of numbers such as 'one boy' or 'two girls', as well as being the person who introduced the word 'philosophy', which means 'lover of wisdom', taken from the Greek word 'phil' meaning like or love and 'sophos' meaning wise.
Pythagoras was born around 582BC on the island of Samos in Greece. After studying under the most eminent philosophers and mathematicians of his time in Alexandria, he eventually founded an academy in Crotone, which is in present-day Italy in about 529BC. This academy was a society or brotherhood called the Order of the Pythagoreans.
The academy he founded was unlike a modern school. It was an informal place where the master lectured and discussed ideas with his students at leisure. Indeed, the word 'school' comes from the Greek 'schole' which means 'leisure', which is not the idea most people have of school today, and as such, I must ask you to not sleep during this lecture Mr. Finnigan." She said raising her voice to Seamus with a clap of her hands. "Now then, that will conclude todays lesson. Be ready, next time we will be discussing the Brotherhood of the Pythagoreans."
The students had gathered up their books and rushed from the classroom the second Veronica had dismissed them. Obviously, they were all in no hurry for the next lesson.
It would have REALLY annoyed the locals if they'd seen him at that moment, but since Electron had no intention of going out until he'd finished what he was at, that didn't bother him at all. He was wearing a rainbow-coloured sweater that he'd picked up at a Muggle market in Portobello Road a couple of weeks ago, and a pair of faded Muggle jeans. Another thing that drove his mother mad, proper old witch that she was. Electron loved them, though, and found them comfortable when he was working or lazing around the house.
Right now he had ink all over his fingers. Over the past two weeks he'd written three new songs. "Away From You" sounded as if it was about a persistent ex-girlfriend but he'd actually used a lot of the stuff he'd written in a fit of fouler about reporters. "I Don't Care" was a rebellious anthem for offspring everywhere, and "Smile High", well, that was inspired by some company he'd had recently. He had to admit it was a good song, as he looked it over critically and used a small metal tool to scrape a word off the parchment to be overwritten. That was his next single taken care of, actually - all he had to do was rewrite it, removing any Wizarding references, and get it to his manager as quickly as possible. Sometimes it was a damn nuisance not being on the telephone to make an appointment. He'd have to see about getting it played on Wizarding wireless as well.
Then there was that open invitation for a trip to the Shrieking Shack, whatever the heck that was... he'd have to find out. And all this writing was making him impatient to get back on a stage again. He'd have to think about that, too.
Electron sat back, taking a deep breath and stretching. A good day's work. At the window, Hendrix tapped with his beak and asked to be let back in - he was carrying a packet of Canary Creams which Electron had ordered from that cool little shop in Diagon Alley and was planning to send to his mother as a Hallowe'en "present".
MOM Courtroom: Koyla
Trials - Pt. Setting the Stage
Author: Michael Turin
Date: 02-21-03 21:46
Michael Turin, rolled up the long sieves of his robes, people were arriving in the courthouse for the trial of the dark wizard Koyla and his cult. Ethan Somerset and Viktor Krum - both key witnesses for the prosecution were already assembled. Dierna was checking last minute details with the head of the Council. A handful of witches and wizards sat the left of the chamber. They were the jury. Michael looked at them, assessing how likely it was that they would be bribed or the heartened into an innocent verdict. He was well pleased.
Dierna walked up to Michael "Everything is ready, Michael. You're on. Then sat near the front of the audience. The hushed talk became a muted silence as the group of people on trial was lead by Hit Wizards were brought into the chamber and magically bound to the chairs.
Michael turns to the people bound in chairs:
"Koyla, Stefka and Grigori, Gunther, Misha and Irina - you are all here accused of multiple counts of inciting wizards to the dark arts, use of Unforgivable Curses, murder, kidnapping and the fabrication of the illegal Binding Potion. The jury will hear evidence giving irrefutable proof of these allegations. At the end I will ask the jury to vote in favour of a lifetime sentence in Azkaban."
Letters
Author: Captain Electron
Date: 02-23-03 09:42
Hendrix was about to get a lot of exercise. Electron started with the simplest; the first letter was only going to Hogwarts. He penned a note to Veronica, wondering when she was free to explain what she meant by the Shouting Stack. That didn't sound right, though - he hunted for her original letter, which was buried under a sheaf of songsheets, scraped off Shouting Stack and replaced it with Shrieking Shack. He was looking forward to meeting her again finally, and considering telling her his real name and seeing what she thought about giving a concert for the students - but he didn't write that, just in case he changed his mind.
While Hendrix was out delivering that, he wrote another letter, this one to a trio in Dublin who provided extra music for his concerts and wireless performances. Siobhan was the backing vocalist, Bob "Boomer" McPherson was the drummer, and Siobhan's boyfriend Freddie Phelan played a magical bodhran of his own invention which, when beaten with his rather stubby wand, produced the sounds of whatever musical instrument Freddie desired. When they weren't playing with Captain Electron, they often played in pubs as an independent band. Electron hoped the ministry of magic wouldn't come down on Freddie, because the bodhran was technically a muggle instrument, but so far nobody had said a word.
He enclosed copies of his new songs for them to look over and comment on, and hoped they could get together soon to run through them and any others he managed to come up with in the interim. Signing off with his usual flourish, he rolled the lot up, secured them, and waited for Hendrix to come back so that he could send.
Hooray for Monday
Author: Alexis Black
Date: 02-23-03 10:51
Alexis was at the Slytherin table, lunch time, trying desperately to ignore the secretive whisperings of her friends. Ever since the trip to Hogsmeade, Pyrrhus, Isolde and Azaelia had been acting strange. They would sit in a corner of the common room, talking in hushed voices. Alexis would come over to join them and they would fall silent, greeting her awkwardly. They passed notes to one another in class and left Alexis out. It didn't happen constantly but it happened enough. She was starting to tire of it, and was gradually spending less time with them and more time alone. Halloween was usually her favorite time of the year, and she would have been excited for her first Hogwarts Halloween feast if it weren't for the siamese triplets sharing their secrets right next to her, as if she couldn't hear them whispering. Of course, she had no idea what they were saying, their voices were too low and the general lunch babble of the great hall too loud. Alexis sighed deeply and looked away, her gaze falling on the Ravenclaw table. Fynn's eyes were locked dreamily on Cho's, and Alexis had a sudden urge to burst into tears. Quickly and wordlessly, she grabbed her bag and left early for history of magic.
Gripe, Gripe, Gripe
Author: Majandra
Date: 02-23-03 16:31
Majandra sits on her bed grumbling loudly. Hermione, who'd just walked in from making out with Ron if her mussed up hair and pouty lips are true indicators, asks as she's going to her own bed, "What's the matter, Maj?"
"Arithmancy as taught by Professor Veronica Dumbledore, that's what's the matter!"
Hermione's eyebrows vanish beneath her bangs as they arch upward in surprise. "Oh? I thought you liked Arithmancy."
"I did. Did being the operative word. Now I hate the class and hope I can convince Professor McGonagall to let me drop it. In the past, others have dropped classes much later in the year. I'd see if she'd let me transfer to Muggle Studies. I know enough first hand on that topic that it wouldn't be any problem for me to catch up."
"Why the sudden dislike of Arithmancy though?" Hermione's voice is muffled as she changes into a heavier sweater, as if preparing to go outside although it could just be for sitting in the drafty library.
"It's not really all that sudden. It's been building since the first day of class. Today was just the proverbial straw in that Muggle saying."
Hermione nods her head to indicate she knows which saying Majandra's referring to but remains silent as her friend explains further.
"She talks too fast, she mentions something in passing but then never goes on to explain it, and today she began sprinting through the history of Arithmancy. Now, you know I like history almost as much as you do but not when it's presented in boring, outlined, glossed over version. Professor Binns teaches history in a slow, methodical, overly detailed fashion. This is the exact opposite. What's worse is that those who've had very little exposure to the Muggle world, had no clue about most of her references. I spent three hours after class explaining some things to others."
"Such as...?"
Majandra picks up her notebook and in a perfect imitation of Professor V. Dumbledore reads, "Divination by numbers dates back quite some time. The ancient Greeks examined the number and the values of letters in each name of two combatants. They predicted the combatant having the name of the greater value would be victorious. It was by using this science that some diviners foretold that Achilles would defeat Hector. The Chaldeans also practiced arithmancy. They divided their alphabet into three parts, each part composed of seven letters which they attributed to the seven planets. Through this arithmetic method they made predictions based on the planets. However, the oldest form of Arithmancy can be found with Pythagoras and the Pythagoreans."
Flipping her notebook closed and tossing it towards the end of her bed, Majandra lets out an exasperated sigh. "From that, Hermione, you've probably guessed I spent ages explaining about Achilles, Hector, and the Trojan War. So much so that a couple of people who are in Arithmancy and Muggle Studies said they were going to see if Professor Fairchild would consider doing a unit on the Trojan War and other aspects of Greek mythology. As far as who the Chaldeans are that Professor Dimblewit mentioned, I had heard of them but couldn't remember a thing about them. So, I ended up having to get a Muggle based history book from the library so that I could be sure who they were. It was only after I looked them up that I remember why I'd even heard of them. My Muggle grandparents once took a trip to the Middle and Near East and visited a lot of the historical sites, including a few Chaldean ones."
Hermione nods again. "I can see why you'd be frustrated. Well, if you convince Professor McGonagall to let you drop Arithmancy and join Muggle Studies, I'll be glad to help you catch up."
Hermione, standing near the door by this time, starts to exit but turns back as if remembering something. She smiles at her friend and jerks her head in the direction of the common room. "Maj, want to join me? I was thinking about getting some air then hitting the library." She adds with a laugh, "Maybe you could even help me convince Ron and Harry that a little library time will not kill them."
Majandra casts a glance at the Arithmancy text and notebook then eagerly jumps up from her bed. She stuffs a few things in her book bag, though NOT the Arthmancy text, and rushes to catch up with Hermione who's already started down the stairs.
Another Morning
Author: Mary
Date: 02-23-03 19:23
Mary slid into defense against the dark arts class about a minute after the bell rang to signal the start of eight o'clock classes.
"Why are you late?" inquired Professor Somerset.
"Sorry professor." Mary said lazily, "I got lost."
"Today is the 28th of October, Miss Black, and you've been attending this class for two months." He gave her a stern look.
She shrugged, "What can I say? The endless pressure of schoolwork is having an effect on my brain."
"Sit down, Mary, and come up with some better excuses."
"Yes sir!" she said enthusiastically, sitting down in an empty seat. A few Gryffindors looked at her disdainfully, but Mary glared at them and they quickly looked away.
Mary reached into her bag and extracted some parchment, a quill made from a raven's feather, The Dark Forces: a Guide to Self Protection, and a bottle of black ink labeled "beetle pus". The label was written in her tiny, manic handwriting and taped on the bottle with spellotape. She changed it on an irregular basis. Just last week it read, "coagulated blood."
Professor Somerset began the day's class and Mary began to take notes. Her diligent note-taking, however, lasted only for half the class, (Mary's attention span prevented anything more than that) and the remainder of the period was spent drawing pictures of, well, no one could exactly tell what. The class ended at nine and Mary was the first one out of the door.
In every class she almost always was.
The Gossip Begins
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 02-23-03 21:04
Lucius strides from the courtroom, a grin on his face, though deep down he's seething that someone as promising to Lord Voldemort's cause as Koyla allowed himself to be caught over something so stupid. Passing over the threshold that demarcates the courtroom and outer area where the wards, charms and spells are in effect to prevent such things as apparating and port keys from being used from the area where no such safe guards are in place, Lucius vanishes with a pop.
Lucius appears in the foyer of his home and throws his cape onto a chair where is quickly snatched by Snerdly or Smedly or Stinky, whatever the House Elf's name is and carefully draped over hanger and placed in a large, elegant armoire. Lucius bounds up the stairs two at a time, calling out to his lovely wife. "Narcissa? Are you ready to go? We don't want to miss the cocktails and appetizers."
Narcissa steps into the hallway, looking as icy cool and stunning as she always does. "Do you need to change, Lucius? I had one of your formal robes laid out. Won't take you but a minute."
Dropping a airy kiss on his wife's cheek, Lucius breezes past her into their room. "Quite right. By the time you're downstairs and ready to don whatever outer wrap you're wearing tonight, I shall be changed and by your side."
Moments later, the Malfoys are apparating from their home to a grand, French villa on the Riviera. Entering the ballroom, Narcissa spies some of her friends and heads their way while Lucius goes to join a group of his cronies, all talking about the events of the day and all, of course, wanting to know if there is any hope this Koyla fellow will go free.
Mundane
Author: Fynn Greenleaf
Date: 02-24-03 00:38
Tap, tap, tap. That was the sound of Fynn's quill on the parchment. He stretched his legs out under the chair, dying for a cigarette. He could concentrate on what Prof. Sorcha was saying, but still, he was dying for a cigarette. Recently he'd been trying to quit, since Cho didn't really fancy nicotine and besides, he could already envision himself ten, twenty years down the road, huffing and wheezing, Older Fynn, his lungs ebbing in on themselves until he just died. His imagination was running circles again. He turned to Cho. Her lovely face was attentive, bright-eyed, rapt with runes. She was scribbling something, as the professor went on to explain new principals.
"Runeology is one of the most fascinating subjects of this world...to be able to interpret a foreign inscription, an etching, is one of the loveliest and most satisfying things possible. Let us now explore the linguistic and evolutionary possibilities you may surmise from this basic set of runes here..." Runes, runes, runes. Fynn put down his quill, and peered over.
Cho was writing this: linguistic evolutionary possibilities=> timeframe and thought interpretations. She turned to him slightly and laughed a little, seeing his expression of mock interest, like those hoity toity art curators. Fynn raised his eyebrows. "Impressive," he whispered. She blushed. "Want to go out for a breather?" he ventured. But Cho was being studious today; he could tell when she wanted to be serious and focused on her work- it was one of the things which made her Head Prefect.
"The last time you asked me that, Master Greenleaf, was not too long ago," she replied with a tone of mock-rebuke. He remembered it well; that night outside the Great Hall- moonlight on her eyelids as he kissed her for the first time. "I need to take down these notes," she said, and Fynn smiled in understanding. "Ok...I'll just be out for a little while..." he said, grinning. "Like the rest of the lesson," Cho shook her head, smiling. Then Fynn raised his hand and said he didn't feel so well.
Outside class, in the corridor; Fynn felt free. He strolled quickly, purposefully, books at hand, pack of cigarettes neatly inside his robes. Just one stick. One measly little stick. It wouldn't kill. He soon found a more desolate area of Hogwarts, where the crowd of first and second years was thinning. He sat there, in a stone crevice between balcony and pillar, looking out at the midday sky. It was unremarkable; almost bleak, like the sky some days back at Kent. He wondered for his parents, and then he put that worry aside, shaking his head at the possible grief of it. He blew a smoke ring, then another, and another, flicking his ashes down the balcony, hoping it might hit someone like Professor Snape's passing head. Ah, what a boring day. Just then, he heard the sound of lone footsteps echoing in the hallway- clicking on the floor, briskly, swiftly. Coming from the other direction. Someone appeared- he hadn't had time to put out his cigarette- it was Alexis.
"Oh hey," Fynn grinned, relieved. "Hello," she replied. Silence. Fynn remembered how he'd once slid up to her, fifties style, during that awful period when Cho and he hadn't spoken. Now, Cho didn't talk about it, having put it past her- though she had pointed out once or twice, that "that Slytherin girl's looking our way." Still, such things didn't matter- Fynn was resolvedly cheerful from the relief of not possibly getting suspended for his misdemeanor. Besides, he liked Alexis. "Want one?" He proffered the pack.
"No...I'm kind of on my way to class," she replied, smiling slightly- that mysterious half smile of hers which was very beguiling. "Right then. Well, enjoy yourself...see you around," Fynn replied, smiling back. She walked a fair distance, then turned around again and smiled again. Fynn waved in jest. And in a while her footsteps had faded into other halls. He sat there for a good while, just smoking and thinking of school and Quidditch and Kent, and while he was thinking, doodling another small funny creature with a big nose, which he knew would make Cho laugh. And then he flicked down his cigarette, and left to find her, and his friends.
Neither Here nor There on Tuesday
Author: Cho Chang
Date: 02-24-03 06:35
Cho was nowhere to be seen in the hallways when Fynn headed back that way to find her after their study session in an empty classroom. He searched for a bit, then chatted with his friends, not really worried until it was getting closer to lunch and she still wasn't in the halls. He heads back into the classroom to find her and stops upon entering, hands shoved into pockets, looking around perplexed that she was not here either. Fynn moves back towards the door just as he catches a glimpse of her ebony tresses, worn straight today.
Cho looked just as confused as he did, having gone out the other classroom door to find him in the hall, when she didn't see him, she had decided to stand in the doorway of the class to see if he would walk by. Stealthily, he walks up behind her, he mouth was very close to her ear as his hands slipped playfully over her eyes and he raised his voice to sound like a girl, "Guess..."
She tenses for a moment, raising one hand from their books that she was carrying to run over his hands over her eyes, she giggles, "I would guess Fynn, but your voice is a little high."
Fynn laughs, removing his hands from her eyes and wrapping his arms around her waist, coughing as he lowers his voice again, "You disappeared."
Cho shakes her head, leaning gently against his chest as he leans against the doorframe, "No, you disappeared. I waited in the classroom for you to come back," she inhales the faint scent of smoke on his collar, "Mmmm...how was your smoke break?"
He shifts, moving to take their books from her and kiss her cheek. He slips their books under one arm and takes her arm with the other walking towards the Great Hall for lunch before speaking, "I thought you didn't like the smell."
She shrugs gently, "I don't, I was partly being sarcastic."
He looks to her, "And what about the other part?"
She nudges him with her elbow, "I wouldn't change anything about you, I may not like smoke, or even the fact that you smoke, but it's part of your mystery."
He pulls her closer, smiling a little, "Well I'm glad I have your permission, but I'm still going to try and quit, I hear it's bad for me."
Cho giggles, rolling her eyes, "Where on earth did you get that idea?" Fynn laughs, eyes twinkling, the corners of his eyes crinkling, everything about the day brightened when he laughed, just as it did now. She didn't care about anything else when she was with him. He never seemed to be stressed or moody when they were together, she knew he probably was when alone, she was almost sure of it. She sighs softly, rubbing his back as she slips her arm around his waist and he the same, head resting against his shoulder as they walk.
Taking Notes
Author: Isolde
Date: 02-24-03 12:59
Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the classroom, instructing the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years on some of the finer points of Transfiguration. Mostly, she kept her back to the class as she wrote key terms and other such information in elegant script on the blackboard, but she knew to cast fleeting glances over her shoulder to determine whether or not each student paid attention.
Many of the others in Isolde's class, including the fair-haired Slytherin, did keep rapt concentration on the old Transfigurations professor and the lesson for the hour. Generally, no one could deny that the old witch knew how to properly captivate her students with somewhat entertaining schooling, mainly since most of class consisted of hands on material. Besides, anything could entertain an uninterested student more than History of Magic.
Isolde took a moment, when she had to shift to a new scroll, to give Pyrrhus' hand a gentle squeeze. He captured her small hand in his, not removing his eyes from his own parchment as he scribbled McGonagall's statements with his writing hand. As his thumb massaged her skin, she sighed pleasantly and cast a quick glance at Azaelia, who sat on Isolde's other side.
Like most in the classroom, Azaelia's attention focused on Professor McGonagall and the lecture material. Upon glancing to the girl on Azaelia's other side, Isolde noted that Alexis seemed one of few in the room who wore a far-off look on her pale face. Come to think about it, Alexis had appeared to be in her own little world for weeks now.
She seemed more isolated, as if purposefully detaching herself from everyone and intentionally choosing a life of solitude. I wonder what's on her mind, Isolde thought to herself, and then she gently removed her hand from Pyrrhus' tender grasp and picked up her feathered quill in order to continue taking notes.
Decisions Decisions
Author: Jet
Date: 02-24-03 21:47
Jet had dashed out of the greenhouse the second Herbology ended and sprinted back to the castle. Once there, he'd headed to the kitchens where he convinced some of the House Elves that he was so very hungry he thought he'd starve to death on the spot. Always eager to please, despite it only being ten in the morning, the House Elves had loaded Jet down with a platter of sandwiches and soup. One was even kind enough to put a securely covered pitcher of milk in Jet's book bag. After thanking them and flashing one of his most winning smiles, Jet headed to his "secret" room. After making sure the door was securely locked and spelled behind him, Jet sat at the table, feet propped up on a padded stool he'd brought to the room weeks ago just for this purpose, and began munching his way through the mound of food. As he eats he thinks about the three Slytherins and the proposal he'd put forth. Soon it will be time for them to tell him their decision. If they choose to pass on such a great offer, Jet shall just obliviate that portion of their memories. He hopes they will accept, though, because Jet finds the idea of having lackeys quite appealing.
Still Friends...
Author: Oreileah McCoi
Date: 02-25-03 15:58
That day of the first round of the Wizard's chess tournament almost two weeks ago had flown by as had the time after that. She had told Brett how she had felt, and that was something she did not regret. Mainly because he had felt the same. She had been slightly distracted in most of her classes, but had managed to keep up her school work.
She had spent part of her free time with Brett and they had been getting to know each other better. She got up early and went to breakfast, her mind going over the checklist of things she needed for her classes...did she have her things for potions...yes...did she finish her herbology homework...no, but she would have time between potions and herbology...Did she have her work done for Charms...yes. She had finished that the day she got it.
After she finished breakfast she headed down to the dungeons for Potions. Snape wasn't her favorite professor, but she did like the class. The rest of the day droned on and soon her classes were finished. She headed back to Gryffindor tower and then headed out onto the grounds with her Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration books to do some homework.
She found a spot near the lake and spread out a blanket and laid down and opened her DADA book and started to read. Though she stopped for a minute as a shadow hovered over her. She looked up and laughed. "Hey! I didn't even hear you coming." She said as she sat up and scooted over so Brett could sit next to her. "So what is Halloween like here?"
She asked, used to the Muggle way of celebrating Halloween, by dressing up in costumes and going trick-or-treating and coming home with more candy than you could eat in a month.
Halloween
Author: Brett Kingston
Date: 02-25-03 16:34
Orei had found a spot near the lake and spread out a blanket and laid down and opened her DADA book and started to read. Though she stopped for a minute as a shadow hovered over her. She looked up and laughed. "Hey! I didn't even hear you coming." She said as she sat up and scooted over so Brett could sit next to her.
"So what is Halloween like here?" She asked, used to the Muggle way of celebrating Halloween, by dressing up in costumes and going trick-or-treating and coming home with more candy than you could eat in a month.
"Oh well. Let's see. I'm not for certain. I only know what my sister told me in her letters last year before I transferred to Hogwarts. But lets see what I can remember for you." He said as he watched her eyes dance with excitement.
"On the night of Halloween, there's always a huge feast in the Great Hall with tons and tons of food. Jack-o-lanterns are floating all around the hall along with candles. And the food, oh the food. Australia said that there was tons of food last year and that she had to be carried back up to the common room by Eileen because she had eaten so much food and could barely walk." He could remember reading the letters she had written him last year. It was as if she were right next to him tell him all about the Halloween Feast.
Oh yes. He would definitely enjoy be enjoying this Halloween. Plus the good thing about Halloween was his sister's birthday was comming soon. And that Christmas was right after that along with the New Year.
"So what's Muggle Halloween like? I've never been around Muggles during Halloween. Can you tell me what it's like?" He asked full of excitement.
