Deep in Thought
Author: Prof. Snape
Date: 08-01-02 21:55
Snape sat for a moment. Now that they know about my 'head' problems, they probably want to know why I seem to be having them, he thought. He then stood up. Well, it's best if they not know about it.
Snape stared at the two students. "Well then, I'm off to the Great Hall, and I'd appreciate it if you two would come along later," he said, and they both groaned, Snape pretended he hadn't noticed.
Now they probably expect a 'thank you'... thought Snape, and he sighed. "And I'd like to... thank you two... for saving my life..." he said, (which was kinda hard...) and nodded, then headed out the door.
A Night Out
Author: Charlie Weasley
Date: 08-01-02 22:21
Charlie looked down at his hand for the umteenth time in the evening. Briar Rose still had a hold of his hand why she giggled at, who the program declared Toby Beck as Bottom.
He came out with a donkey's head on. Everyone in the audience laughed uncontrollably. Charlie didn't think he'd ever seen a funnier play in his life and told Briar so.
"Charlie!" Briar giggled and whispered to him. "You've never seen a play!"
Charlie laughed. "Very true, Miss Briar. Very true."
Briar rolled her eyes and the two concentrated on the play again.
It sure is nice to have a friend again, Charlie thought to himself. He chuckled as he looked down at his belly. He'd been spending a lot of time helping Briar at her store making fudge.
"Ha! Helping my pinkie!" Briar would say when he came over with that silly grin. You just want a taste of my infamous chocolate, you sneaky guy, you.
Charlie would grin and they'd both laugh then begin to make the tasty treats. It was good to get his mind off of the hole Bella left, once in a while. And hanging out with friends was the best way to do it.
Problems
Author: H Potter
Date: 08-02-02 08:56
After watching Ginny onstage as the fairy Moth, Harry moves out of the wings but doesn't go far. Although he and Hermione aren't needed at the very start of Act III's second scene, it won't be all that long until their cue to enter. As he waits, Harry thinks about something he's not shared with anyone, not even Ron and Hermione.
For awhile now, whenever in Muggle Studies class and whenever rehearsing for tonight's production, Harry's scar has had everything from a dull ache to an extremely sharp, stabbing pain. A times it's all Harry could do not to throw a hand up to the scar and scream aloud. So far he's managed refrain from displaying anything more than a grimace. Also as yet, no one's really noticed when he's done so.
Since gathering for the play tonight, Harry's scar has been throbbing constantly. Most of this time tonight, the level of pain has been that of an annoying headache, enough to hurt but not enough to noticeably slow Harry down. Having to concentrate on delivering his lines and the blocking each time he's on stage has helped Harry not succumb to the ache. What really shocked Harry, though, was when Jet Obsidian brushed past him coming off stage not long ago. The pain in his scar became so sharp Harry doubled over. He effectively covered for it when he pretended he'd dropped something and had to bend to pick it up.
Harry thought he'd already pinpointed the source of the scar hurting. Having a second person being the cause of pain radiating from his scar has thrown Harry for a loop. While it's true that Jet's had an evident change in personality, Harry can't imagine what that's got to do with his scar. As for the first person Harry had concluded was causing pain, it's just as big a puzzle and poses quite the conundrum.
How can Harry go to either McGonagall or Dumbledore about Professor Fairchild? He honestly likes her and even though he knows from past experience that professors aren't immune to Voldemort's influences, there's something about Professor Fairchild, something which makes Harry very much not want her to be associated with evil. She's a very easy person to like is a favored professor among most of her students. To make things more complicated, she's Bill Weasley's girlfriend and unless Harry's misunderstood what he's seen and heard about those two, she could very well become Bill's wife. How could he ever rat out someone so close to the Weasley's?
Sighing softly, Harry pushes his hair off his forehead, not sure why he bothers trying to make it look tidy. Hermione appears at Harry's side just then. With a smile, Harry moves with his friend to make their next entrance onstage.
You're Welcome
Author: Isolde
Date: 08-02-02 09:24
Isolde and Pyrrhus exchanged looks of wonder after Professor Snape left the Hospital Wing. Just what was he hiding and why couldn't he confide in two of his students? The Slytherins were all very loyal to their head of house; they'd do anything for him.
"I was hoping he'd give us some more points," Isolde admitted, after a moment of silence.
Pyrrhus shrugged. "There's something serious on his mind. He probably just wasn't thinking straight."
"Straight enough to make sure we attend the play," Isolde groaned, rolling her eyes.
Pyrrhus laughed. "Guess we should go keep Lia company. The poor girl's been suffering for who knows how long now!"
Isolde nodded, and rose to her feet just as Madam Pomfrey came rushing back into the room. She skidded to a stop in front of the bed Snape had occupied and then shot a worried glance at the Slytherin pair. "Where did Professor Snape go?"
"He's going to attend the play, Madam Pomfrey," Pyrrhus explained.
Pomfrey tsked tsked and then said, "Well, you two best be going to the Great Hall as well. Attendance is required, after all."
Groaning inwardly, Isolde and Pyrrhus nodded and left the Hospital Wing. When they got to the Great Hall, the audience was enraptured with what was going on up on the stage. Fred and George were watching as Hermione and Harry were engaged in conversation about Ron's character, who happened to be sleeping nearby.
Eventually, Australia joined them on stage. Meanwhile, Isolde and Pyrrhus slipped into the seats Azaelia was saving for them.
"Where have you been?" she hissed.
Isolde quietly launched into their encounter with Snape and the staircase, McGonagall awarding them points, and their visit to the Hospital Wing.
Finally!
Author: Azaelia Bramble
Date: 08-02-02 11:10
"We got points?!" Azaelia nearly squealed.
"SHHH!!!" Came a hiss from somewhere behind them.
This was wonderful! Another handful of points and who knows what will happen! Lia grinned at them both. "Well, good job, anyway. This play has been rather boring, although it has been kinda funny watching the Weasels making fools of themselves!"
Lia and Lexi covered their mouths and giggled.
"There's still a couple acts left! We'll get to see the Weasels do their work!" Pyrrhus said, grinning evilly and kissing Isolde's hand.
Cobwebs in
a Dream
Author: Kendra Beck
Date: 08-02-02 15:29
Kendra was disappointed, yet again, to left go of Hunter's hand as she had to go back on stage with Bronywn, Ginny, Eithne, but she was soon happy when she was allowed to stay with him for the rest of scene two in act three.
It was a scene with Fred Weasley as Oberon, George Weasley as Robin Goodfellow, Ron Weasley as Demetrius, Australia Kingston as Hermia, Harry Potter as Lysander, and Hermione Granger as Helena that gave Kendra a chance to back Hunter into a corner and admire his beautiful smile.
She was all too happy with this scene until finally everyone began parading back in and George said his last lines:
On the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
[Squeezing the juice on Harry's eyes]
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
Beau'yful,
Jus' Beau'yful
Author: Rubeus Hagrid
Date: 08-02-02 18:21
Hagrid dabbed at his eyes with his hanky and let out another enormous sob.
"Beau'yful! Jus' Beau'yful!" He said between sobs.
People around him were trying to shush him, but he just kept weeping.
"Beau'yful!"
He took his blue hanky with white polka dots and blew his nose soundly.
SSNNNNPPPPPHHHHHHLLLLLLLMMMMM
"Shhh!" Another someone shushed him.
Hagrid tucked his hanky away. "Sorry 'bout tha'"
He concentrated again on the play.
Search for
Wormtail
Author: Remus Lupin
Date: 08-02-02 21:31
The search for Wormtail continues in Bristol. Though no sign of him is apparent, visibly, I can hear aurors (disguised as police according to Dierna's last owl) talking about an odd looking man with a silver hand. That, I'm guessing, is Wormtail. I'm guessing that he's now probably hiding in the sewers. Cowering from fear, as always. So that is where I decide to look, in the sewer. He's probably not too far off.
In Need of
Aspirin
Author: Aaron Miller
Date: 08-02-02 21:34
Sitting in a large, overstuffed, leather chair in Bea's house, I swear I can feel an aneurysm coming on. Mother arrived on Wednesday, three days earlier than scheduled, and unannounced to boot. For months the plan has been for her to arrive mid-morning Saturday and then met at the airport by her long time friend Lady Sherringham, Dara Wrothram.
What happened instead was that I got a call at work Wednesday afternoon. I'd barely said hello when Bea launched into a tirade about sons who don't care about their mothers. It took me several minutes but I finally got Bea to calm down and stop yelling at me. After several more minutes passed, I was able to get the story behind Bea being angry with me.
Arriving in England around eleven that morning, Mom tried calling me at work but was told I wasn't available and after asking for Bernie, found out he wasn't either. For only God knows what reason, she chose not to leave a message for either of us. Her next step was to take a taxi to my apartment (Bernie having officially moved in with Andie). Once there she learned the landlord was going to be out all day. Not wanting to wait in the lobby or sit on her suitcase in front of my door, and since the Sherringhams were out of town until Thursday night, Mother had looked up Andie's, and now Bernie's, address and gone there. Andie was at work though and Mom couldn't remember which hospital I'd once mentioned as Andie's.
Not wanting to impose on her other London friends, Mother had decided it was quite all right to impose on one of mine. Recalling I'd mentioned Bea's name and her family's library and trust, Mom had a taxi drive her there. Upon meeting Bea, Mom had proceeded to regale her with a tale of woe. No one to meet her at the airport. No one to let her in at my place. Couldn't even find Bernie or Andie. And leaving out the whole time how she'd never let anyone know she'd changed her plans.
After taking Mom to a late lunch, Bea then managed to get me on the phone. With some help from Bernie, I got things wrapped early at the office and went by and picked up Mom. Bea, not quite so upset with me after learning I wasn't expecting a visit from dear old Mom that day, got a noticeable fit of the giggles as I loaded Mom's stuff into the car.
"What do you mean you didn't know I was coming, dear? Don't you remember when you were sick with flu and I said I was going to take the Concorde over? Well, since you didn't think I needed to come right then, I came today. Makes perfect sense if you'd just think about it awhile, Aaron. Really, I don't know where your head is these days. Now, Bea, so lovely to finally meet you. You will of course call me Frannie from now on. Mrs. Miller, or Francesca, isn't as homey as Frannie. We'd love to come for dinner Friday. You're sure we won't be imposing. Never like to put people out you know. Well, that's settled then. Dinner with you Friday night. If Aaron had other plans he'll just cancel them. Well, dear, what are you waiting for? Can't you see I'm tired and would like to get settled in your apartment before dinner?"
I took a couple of days off at work even though I shouldn't after being out for two weeks with flu and between that time and tonight, I've shown Mom the London I've come to know both as a tourist and as someone living here now. Just thinking about her reply to my question, "Mom, how is it that as often as we came to England when Natalie and I were growing up, we never did things like see the Tower of London?" is making that impending aneurysm seem like it's about to explode right this very second.
"Oh, but we did all that once, dear. You were three and a half. Natalie was ten and a half. We took you two all over seeing the tourist sites. You especially liked riding the double decker busses. Don't you remember? It was winter and very cold but you wanted so badly to ride on the one bus with the top deck open to the elements. Caught quite the cold you did. You spend the rest of the trip all stuffed up and taking lots of naps so you stayed most of that time at Dara's and Hal's with their children's governess. I'll show you the pictures sometime. Can't believe you don't remember though. You remember everything."
I shift in the chair, listening to Mother chatting excitedly to Bea and Bea's mother, Clarissa. From the sounds of it, Mother has decided I'm a perfect match for Bea. And Bea, hearing Mom extolling all my wonderful qualities and telling every single cute story about me as a kid, with pictures to show no less, seems to be over her loss of Bill to his real life and is now giving me that same look she'd given him.
Poking his head through the open double doors to the patio, Bea's father, Hugo, must have seen my misery. He calls to me, telling me to come help him with the grill. I shall be forever in the man's debt, I think as I excuse myself from the ladies and practically run out the doors.
Even with Mom going to stay at the Sherringham's tomorrow, it's going to be a very long two weeks.
How Came These
Things to Pass?
Author: Fred Weasley
Date: 08-03-02 10:08
Time flew by, for it was already the start of Act IV. The sleeping foursome of Lysander, Demetrius, Helena and Hermia, played by Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Australia respectively, lay onstage while some of the fairies and Toby as Bottom tiptoed around them.
Titania, played by Samantha, bade that Toby come to sleep while Fred as Oberon hovered nearby. Soon, a prancing Puck joined Fred onstage and the two marveled at the sight before them.
As Fred delivered his lines, he couldn't help but think about his crumbling relationship with Sammi. At times, he just wanted to scoop her up in his arms and cradle her until the end of time, but more often than not, he felt as if it just wouldn't survive.
It almost seemed as if Samantha wasn't making any effort in their relationship anymore. At first, Fred had thought the cause to be the arrival of Samuel, Samantha's twin. The more he thought about it, however, the more he came to realize that things were already starting to fall apart before Samuel appeared.
On the outside, Fred and Sammi seemed to have been the most happy couple, but on the inside, Fred felt weary. He didn't want to do things alone. Being in a relationship involved giving and taking on both sides, and frankly, Fred felt like he was having to work all alone at it. Why should a relationship feel like such tiring work?
"My Oberon! What visions I
have seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass."
The voice of Sammi forced Fred back into the present. The Queen of the Fairies looked from one face to another incredulously.
Fred frowned and replied, jerking a thumb towards the sleeping Toby, "There lies your love."
He had made his decision.
Leaving the
Party
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 08-03-02 10:31
After a few hours at the party, Viktor is tired from a long day and from the wearing off of a constant adrenaline rush he's had since the game began. That natural high remained because of the major victory with the game and the concern over Ethan meeting Koyla. Now that such a long adrenaline rush is wearing off, Viktor feels like collapsing on something comfortable and sleeping for a day or two. Knowing Ethan's been wanting to speak to him in private, Viktor doesn't think it's going to be difficult to drag Ethan away from the party.
Sure enough, when Viktor announces he's ready to get home, Ethan makes his good byes at well. Grigori, however, gives them another moment's pause. "You said you vill be staying vith Viktor a few days, no? Vy did you not haff a zuitcaze vit you at ze stay-deeum. Coom to zink of eet, Viktor zeemed a leetle zuprized to zee you."
Stefka and Koyla both stare at Ethan as if his answer is the most intriguing thing in the world. Ethan stares back then, with a shrug and a laugh, replies, "You, my friend, are extremely observant. Victor was surprised to see me because he wasn't expecting me until later in the week. And I didn't have a suitcase with me at the game because I went to Viktor's apartment first, only to learn he'd already left for the match. It made sense to leave the suitcase there instead of carrying it around with me all evening."
Stefka, who'd been flirting outrageously with Ethan all night, giggles as if he's just said the funniest, most wonderful thing she's ever heard. At the same time she somehow manages to cast a reproachful glance at her brother. Viktor can't tell if it's because in her book, Ethan's passed their little trust test with flying colors or if it's because Grigori's question is such an obvious attempt at information gathering. Either way, Ethan's answer does seem to satisfy them all and Viktor and he take their leaves.
Neither realized just how loud and how stuffy the party had been until they are out of the warehouse in the silence of the chill night air. Not knowing how safe it would be to talk freely even in the privacy of Viktor's apartment they decide not to go there right away. But, also not knowing if their departure is being watched from the party, the two apparate into a park not far from Viktor's and from there walk slowly to Viktor's while talking.
The first thing is to relate back and forth any information that was given out tonight about their supposed friendship. After a few moments, Viktor asks Ethan, "Do you really haf a couzin named Zezily?"
Ethan, a reflective look on his face, answers very quietly, "No, I don't have a cousin Cecily."
Something about his reply and body language implies that although not Ethan's cousin, there was indeed a Cecily and that she did die young. Viktor decides that on this topic, for now, letting it drop is best. He simply nods and the conversation moves on. Finally satisfied their stories are straight, the two head to Viktor's to get some sleep. In the morning, Viktor can fill Ethan in on all he knows about Koyla.
Overhearing
Author: Draco Malfoy
Date: 08-03-02 20:20
"We got points?!" someone cried. Draco turned to see just who said that. It was Azaelia Bramble, who was sitting next to Pyrrhus and Isolde. Draco couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. It must be better than this freakshow that was going on. Draco leaned nearer. "What?" he asked.
Pyrrhus stared at Draco. "We got 80 points!" he said. Draco grinned. "Really? How?" he asked. Pyrrhus explained what happened. "You're kidding!" said Draco. Isolde smiled. "Nope!"
This is great news! After that little "incident" that happened with Granger anyway... He smiled and decided to watch the play, to see if anyone would mess up, which would be quite hilarious!
Bored Bored
Bored
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 08-03-02 20:34
Scrunched so far down in his seat as to not technically be in it, Py rolls his eyes at the antics on the stage. He turns his head toward Isolde, who's also slid nearly out of her seat in sheer boredom and whispers, "You want to get out of here?"
Too bored to do more than whisper, "Uh huh," to affirm she would love to skip out on the rest of this dull, Muggle poop, Py then turns his head and asks Lia the same thing. Not getting an answer, Pyrrhus realizes Lia's eyes have glazed over and she seems to be napping with her eyes open. He pokes her gently to get her attention.
Speaking softly into Lia's ear, Py tells her to just play along. Py surrepitiously glances around to check if McGonagall's still nearby where he'd seen her enter the hall a little earlier. Glad to see she's no longer there, Py next whispers something else to Isolde who nods in understanding.
Without warning to anyone around them, Isolde starts hysterically crying while Pyrrhus begins shaking. Lia jumps up announcing, "Post traumatic stress! I'll get them to the Hospital Wing!"
The professor closest to them, Professor Vector, nods and helps Lia get Py and Isolde out the door. After being assured by Lia that she can get them to Madame Pomfrey on her own, the professor goes back in to watch the rest of the play.
The trio keep up the act until well away from the Great Hall. They don't resume it until arriving at the Hospital Wing where they put on such a show that it takes Madame Pomfrey awhile to get an accurate story. She starts to send Lia back to the play but after both Isolde and Pyrrhus become more upset, she reluctantly allows Lia to stay and comfort the two traumatized students.
