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August 28th, 1998 [02 Dec 2003|10:40pm]

[ mood | content ]

(OOC: Happened a few days ago.)

It was your typical August afternoon, warm and sunny, and Mandy Brocklehurst decided that it was high time she payed a visit to the café that was located down the street from her flat. Steven had been there a few times already, and had raved about it, so she decided to check it out for herself. She needed some fresh air anyway, having spent the whole morning inside (with the exception of one minor outing). After leaving a note for Steven, Mandy grabbed her sunglasses and the latest book she was reading and headed down to the café, eventually taking a seat at one of the outside tables.

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August 15th, 1998 [02 Dec 2003|09:59pm]

[ mood | okay ]

(OOC: Very, very late I know... And I can't find the last little bit that went with this (wah), so I apologise for that too!)

From cake to parents to pizza... Steven and Mandy have an eventful afternoonCollapse )

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July 25, 1998 [25 Oct 2003|02:03pm]

[ mood | happy ]

Mandy waved goodbye to her cousin as she drove away, and looked up at the building in front of her, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling about inside. Today was the day she was moving in with Steven. His (or, rather their) flat was in a Muggle area of Manchester, about fifteen minutes from downtown, the area where she used to live. Used to live. It felt really odd to Mandy to be referring to her old flat that way, but in a good sense.

Staring down the road after Marianne (who promised to come get her if she needed to go back and pick up more things), Mandy finally decided it was time she went inside. She hardly noticed the interior of the lobby (although she did manage a hello to the two men at the front desk), and made her way over to the elevator, dragging her luggage behind her. She got off on the third floor, and headed down the hall to number 3B, her excitement and nervousness mounting with every step. She knocked lightly on the door.

Steven looked up from his book at the sound of the knock and hurriedly marked his place, jumping up from his seat at the kitchen table. He assumed it was Mandy, as she was supposed to be arriving today, and he looked quickly around the flat, wanting to make sure everything was perfect. Nothing could get in his way of showing her what a good housekeeper he could be, and how the flat would suit to two of them just fine. The doorknob turned in his hand, and he grinned as it pulled away to reveal his girlfriend.

"...Hi," Mandy said, a wide smile appearing on her face. "Sorry I'm a bit early, but M-Marianne had to work..." Then, unable to hold it back anymore, she let her shoulder bag slide to the floor and threw her arms around him, hugging tightly. "I m-missed you," she murmured.

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July 8, 1998 [08 Oct 2003|08:35pm]

[ mood | surprised ]

Voices echoing a Southern drawl bounced off the walls of the Floo Station in Louisville, Kentucky, as the young British couple stepped into the arrival area. The girl paused, looking around her, in a state of culture shock. Southeast America, in comparison with Great Britain was so much…louder, and faster. The wizards and witches walking by seemed only a blur, and Emma had to reach out to take Seamus’s hand for support. No one seemed to notice the two, looking rather travelled and quite confused.

Luckily enough, an older man, closely resembling the departed Mikel Dobbs (though his hair was cut short and quite grey), stepped out from the crowd and politely inquired if the girl was, indeed, his niece. Emma nodded and promptly threw her arms around his neck, laughing lightly. She stepped back and admired him, from his brightly adorned tie to his black penny loafers.

Marius Dobbs gave the young girl an indulgent smile, and patted her on the shoulder.Collapse )

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June 24th, 1998 [07 Oct 2003|06:42am]

[ mood | relieved ]

A lone figure was sitting in a chair in front of the Common Room fire. It was late -- late enough that the Common Room was otherwise empty, and the fire had burned down to a few glowing coals. The figure by the fire was a bit too skinny, his clothes were dishevelled, and he was badly in need of a haircut. One of his legs was elevated on a cushion, his ankle wrapped in a large purple cast. At his young age he had his share of scars -- a deep, angry mark on his left forearm, a tiny slash across the top of his left cheek, and a certain famous lightning bolt mark on his forehead. But there was an aura of contentment about him -- great sadness, but contentment nonetheless.

The young man looked up at a sound behind him and smiled to see his
girlfriend descending the stairs. It was the first time he'd seen her in days.

Parvati paused as she noticed a familiar figure sitting by the fire place, worn and injured. Still, no matter how many times she had seen him before, how many hours and days they had spent together, there was something distinctly different, completely new about him. And whatever it was, it took her breath away. "Harry?" she asked timidly, strangely frightened.

As she took careful steps forward, Parvati saw more dim light cast on the young hero's face, a small smile radiating from it. And as she recognized his features (slightly tainted by injury . . . a new scar on his cheek that hadn't existed before . . . his ankle was hurt) . . . his strong but lean frame, his shaggy, messy hair, his glowing green eyes and soft skin, the famous scar, her steps toward him quickened, until she was practically running across the room. "Oh, God," she breathed.

Harry stood, his face lighting up at the sight of his girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen since the fateful Quidditch match. He winced slightly as his weight shifted to his injured ankle, but he didn't seem to notice; his eyes were too busy travelling over Parvati's slight frame. He took a step forward as she ran to meet him and they embraced, so hard that the breath was almost knocked out of Harry. He pressed kisses into the top of her head as they hugged.

"Are you all right?" he asked, when they finally broke apart. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be gone for so long -- I only just got back, and Madam Pomfrey insisted on putting this thing on my ankle -- I didn't think you'd be up!" In answer to the unspoken question in Parvati's eyes, Harry quickly began to explain. "I've been in London, at the Ministry, and meeting with Dumbledore, and Fudge, and the Order -- they wouldn't let me go -- I had to tell them everything, describe the whole thing -- " He cut himself off, gazing at Parvati again. "But are you okay??"

Tears began to well up in Parvati's eyes as she stared up at Harry, and her chin trembled as she willed herself not to cry. "I'm fine," she managed to get out. "I . . . during the battle I came inside and worked in the Hospital Wing and Great Hall the entire time . . . I was okay--" A chat with revelations and fluff, as usualCollapse )

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July 1st, 1998 [06 Oct 2003|09:00pm]

[ mood | indescribable ]

(OOC: Happened on the train ride home, and a period of time following the arrival at King's Cross... Apologies for being slightly late!)

The train ride back to London at the end of the school year varied drastically from the journey that had been taken exactly ten months earlier. Four Ravenclaws, newly graduated, occupied the one compartment that they had claimed for the past seven years, their number now significantly less. Terry Boot, who had usually clung to the boys, was now expelled from school and hadn't been heard from in months. Padma Patil, after Terry's expulsion, had withdrawn from the group and now ran with a new social circle. And finally the sweet and innocent Su Li, who had been brutally murdered only months prior, was the last missing member.

Kevin Entwhistle reflected over all these things as the train moved quickly along the English countryside. To his right sat Lisa Turpin, who was on most days the bane of his existence. He smiled at the thought and moved his eyes away from her to the couple in front of him - Mandy Brocklehurst and Steven Cornfoot.

Catching his friend's eye, Steven flushed slightly and tightened his hold around the sleeping girl in his arms. The trip had been long so far, and they still had a while to go. It was like life, the blond boy finally concluded - this year of school had only been a small part of the journey of their life, and they still had so much more left to go through. His fingers lingered on the bandage that still remained wrapped around Mandy's head. She had come through so much in the past few weeks, but she still had farther to go.

The day had been full of 'lasts' for Mandy, and for all the seventh years who would not be returning to Hogwarts in September.Collapse )

And back to London everyone goes...Collapse )

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N3RD5LU7 53X0R5!! (30 June) [06 Oct 2003|06:45am]

[ mood | nervous ]

Hermione sat, knees drawn up against her chest, in a plush armchair in Percy's office. Clutched in one hand was the note he had sent her earlier in the day, asking her to come by hi office after dinner. Her expression was pensive as she watched him, her relief at his recovery still apparent on her face. "So, why the urgent summons?" she asked with an almost-teasing smile. You should know I would be here whether you asked me or not. "And are you feeling well enough to be pacing about so?"

"Er... I'm feeling... fine," he replied quickly, running one hand through his hair as he was wont to do whenever extremely nervous. He gave her a small smile. "How are you? Now that you've graduated and... all that..."

She tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. "I'm perfectly fine," she said slowly. "Everything is still sinking in, but I imagine it will be that way for some time. Everything. But you know all of this. I am more worried about you . And I can't bear the thought of . . . " her voice faltered slightly, and she shook her head. "I'm fine," she amended quickly, and added in a low voice, "but so very unsure of what lies ahead."

He nodded, before coming to a halt, standing directly in front of her. His glasses were slightly crooked, and his face showed clear apprehension but hope. "Well, see... this is the thing..." he paused, JUST ASK HER... "Hermione, I... well, you... you know that I couldn't have made it through this year without you..." He paused, in a mild panic. The perfectly polished, flawless, heartfelt speech that he'd come up with suddenly left his mind, JUST when he needed it! "I... er..."

Hermione raised both her eyebrows and reached out to take one of his hands. "What is it, Percy?" she asked, her voice small. His state of utter uncertainty was unnerving her slightly. Certainly if there were any serious problems he would have told her . . . ? "You know you can tell me anything? What's wrong?"

"Hermione," he whispered, his face slightly flushed as he gave her small hand a light squeeze, "I... you've made me whole this year. When things were... dark. You're... just amazing, and I..." Another panic-stricken moment and a dry swallow, and he made himself go on, despite already having botched the thing. "I love you more than anything. How could I not? You're so smart, and... just so incredibly beautiful, inside and out. If... if you want to give me a chance, I promise by all that I am and all that I have... that I'd try to make you happy always." Digging into his pocket with his other hand, he whispered, "M-marry me?"

Her mouth dropped open slightly in the middle of his speech, her breath coming in tiny gasps. Was he - ? Oh dear gods, he was. She blinked at him rapidly, barely registering the glitter of something green in his hand. "I . . . I . . . Percy!" she whispered, her voice slightly choked. Of all the plans she had made, the dreams she had absently entertained, thoughts of their future - she never foresaw this moment. Momentarily, words escaped her.

Percy flushed slightly, the words now coming almost incoherently, in a ramble, "I... I know this is rather sudden, but... I... well, I love you, and... "

And there was a sudden flurry of wild brown hair and one nerdslut pounces the other...Collapse )

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July 4, 1998 [04 Oct 2003|10:56pm]

[ mood | happy ]

Pop! Pop! Two people, a man and a woman, Apparated to the gates of the Dobbs' residence on a sunny morning. The young man glanced about, before moving towards the wrought iron gate and pulling the bell cord, his female companion at his side. They stood still and watched as an unfamiliar woman walked out of the house and approached the gate.

"Who are you?" demanded Shelley Locke, stalking out of the front doors of the house. She was under strict orders not to let anyone in the house, as the Ministry feared there might still be un-caught Death Eaters lurking about, ready to seek their revenge on the young girl who now solely inhabited the house. "This is a private residence," she informed the two through the gate, "and it's not for trespassers. Whatever you're selling is not wanted."

Warrington raised an eyebrow at the woman, "We're not SELLING anything, miss. We're acquainted with the young lady who lives here."

Shelley raised an eyebrow, as Emma had not particularly mentioned anyone alive that she knew, other than her Irish beau in passing, and she more than slightly suspicious. "And how, might I ask, do you know of her? Perhaps you heard about her in your little meetings?" she raised an eyebrow, feeling braver than she ought.

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[04 Oct 2003|04:26pm]

[ mood | predatory ]

With a sigh, Alicia stood from the chair she had taken while she and Warrington had their "chat". Actually, it had been more of an interrogation on her part, and a long one at that. Twisting, she cracked the kinks out of her back before turning back to him, rubbing her stiff neck. "Thank you, Cassius. I know it's not the most... pleasant of subjects, but that information will really go a long way clearing some things up after this whole... mess of a battle. Although speaking of which," and here she grinned slightly, recalling when they had met on the field, "I never knew you were skilled at knife-fighting. Wish I knew sooner."

Truth be told, Cassius wasn't one who enjoyed interrogations a good deal. Blabbing about his personal life was certainly not one of his habits, and especially with how, up until very recently, letting the wrong parties know the wrong information would have been deadly, he wasn't very happy that it had been necessary for the interview. Although he knew that Spinnet had good intentions, he couldn't resist saying rather snarkily in response to her last statement, "Well. Funny isn't it, how that little fact managed to escape my mentioning in our frequent, friendly and intimate chats. How bizarre." He raised his eyebrows at her in a slightly sardonic manner, even though his voice was cool.

She snorted in response to this. "You? Friendly and intimate? Maybe with Maya when I'm not looking, but other than that, those words and you don't belong in the same sentence, let alone the same thought process."

He smirked in response to that. "Oh, would you rather I have said 'sweet and fluffy' somehow in conjunction with my own name, terrify you into running screaming from this room, and Terence come to the conclusion that I had somehow caused emotional trauma to his girlfriend and pout at me in a most infuriating manner until I am forced to turn his hair pink?"

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July 1, 1998 [01 Oct 2003|12:13pm]

[ mood | complete ]

((OOC: Occured the first of the month on the return train home.))

Parvati grinned and stepped out of her compartment, shutting the door behind her. Inside a rather long nostalgic conversation was occuring as they slowly made their way out of Scotland. Someone had broken out a pack of new Exploding Snap cards, and Ron and Harry were betting their last Chocolate Frogs. So it was, naturally, an opportune moment as their journey approached its first complete hour, for Parvati to go and visit a few people.

Steven was on his way back from visiting the train's lavatories when he noticed her walking towards him, and he unconsciously ran a hand through his hair. "Parvati," he said simply, taking the last few steps that remained between the two. At first, he wasn't sure what to say, as many emotions were running through his head, but he finally decided on: "Hello."

Parvati grinned wide, and instead of coming up with some silly and ultimately annoying play on his name, she bowed her head in greeting, returning with, "Steven."

"Going somewhere?" he inquired, temporarily forgetting that they were on a train and the only places to truly go where the facilities or a compartment. A grin also found it's way to his lips.

"Actually, to be honest," she admitted, leaning her weight against the outer wall, "I wasn't headed anywhere in particular. I wanted to find some people . . . you were one of them, but I wasn't sure when the best time to catch you would be."

"Now works," replied Steven, "but you just missed me in the W.C. That would have been the best time to catch me." His tone was joking, but he tried to lace in a bit of seriousness.

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July 1, 1998 [01 Oct 2003|10:15pm]

[ mood | surprised ]

Kevin Entwhistle, now a recent Hogwarts graduate, gave Mandy one last hug and Steven one last handshake before waving them off and voicing one final farewell. Sighing and shaking his head sadly, he bent over to pick up his trunk, giving the Hogwarts Express a long look. He lifted the trunk easily onto the crate that had been provided for him and he was just about to strap in on when a familiar voice made his ears perk.

An-Mei Li looked much older than she'd seemed, last year at this time. The small Chinese woman, who looked like an older version of Su, with shorter hair, called out the name of the boy whom her daughter had been such close friends with, when Su was still alive. He looked thinner and paler than before, his eyes no longer boyish.

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June 29, 1998 [29 Sep 2003|06:17pm]

[ mood | content ]

((OOC: Happened several days ago.))

Mandy could not describe how happy she was this particular day. Finally, she was out of the Hospital Wing! Orla had come to escort her down, seeing as most of her friends were finishing their practical Charms N.E.W.T examination that afternoon. Ah well, this'll be a good surprise for when everyone comes back... She thought with a smile, settling down into her usual chair in the common room.

"Since when are hair charms 'practical charms'?" Steven asked of his friend Kevin as they entered the common room. "I don't see what that has to do with any practicality..."

Kevin laughed and closed the door behind them. "You're just sore because you didn't know any! It's not my fault you didn't listen when I tried to charm your hair green that once..."

Steven made a face and turned to look at Kevin. "Well why didn't you try that trick more often?!"

Lisa followed close behind, listening in to their conversation. She had found that part of the exam easy, as she (along with Padma) had charmed each other's hair (and Mandy's) quite a few times over the years and she knew precisely what to do. She had found most of the exam good, actually, which pleased her. She looked around the room for Orla, whom she had agreed to help with Potions, when she suddenly let out a squeal.

As Lisa squealed, Steven turned to give her a sour look. "Just because you knew how to do them doesn't mean you have to rub it-OW!" Kevin had rushed forward and macked Steven on the back. "What is it?" Kevin turned Steven so that he was directly facing the girl on the sofa.

MANDY!Collapse )

Steven and Mandy continue with a private conversation.Collapse )

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[27 Sep 2003|12:12am]

[ mood | tired ]

It was times like these that while Bill fully approved the safety measure of wizards not being able to Apparate onto Hogwarts grounds, that he wished to hell that he could. He couldn't get there fast enough, even though he had done the rare thing and actually flown a broom (gasp) over to the school before sprinting into the school, taking the stairs nearly four at a time with his long legs. He had just gotten the owl... and while he had no reason to doubt what it said, he wanted to make sure... to see for his own eyes that Percy was... His brother wasn't in the hospital wing; Pomfrey said he had already left, and there was no answer at the door to his quarters so then he dashed back down to where the Arithmancy classroom was and all but burst through the door, panting and breathless.

Percy was sitting at his desk, looking like he was recovering from a long illness, but at least conscious and alert. His eyes widened slightly behind the glasses when he saw his older brother come in. "Bill!"

Bill nearly fell over, both with exhaustion and relief. "Perce! Thank Merlin, you're alright!" Catching his breath, he walked over and pulled Percy into a fierce brotherly hug. "Had me scared there for a while," he chuckled.

Percy smiled slightly as he hugged back. "I'm all right... mostly thanks to you," he answered, "A bit tired, and I feel rather sore, but.. all right."

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[26 Sep 2003|11:11pm]

[ mood | relieved ]

Hermione and Ginny in the Hospital Wing...and *someone* finally wakes!Collapse )

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June 26, 1998 [26 Sep 2003|03:51pm]

[ mood | excited ]

Emma nearly pounced Seamus after breakfast that morning. The letter from the Ministry had almost been dripped straight into Sarah Iverson’s bowl of cereal, but she had rescued it in time and read the contents to herself. She had even been able to keep a straight face through most of the meal, but she was sure her quietness would give her away. She couldn’t wait to tell him what the letter had said about her parent’s estate, but she didn’t feel it right to do it in front of his lot of friends.

So, the moment everyone rose to leave for classes, Emma pounced him, holding him back.

"Oof!" he gave a mock groan as she stopped him in his tracks (quite effectively). Then, he turned around, and slid his arms around her waist, steering her towards the wall. "And what did I do to deserve such a greeting today, love?"

This! exclaimed she, waving the letter in front of his face.Collapse )

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June 26th, 1998 [26 Sep 2003|03:11pm]

[ mood | determined ]

Working was one way, one main way, to keep her mind off certain things, and Maya was hard at work. Quietly, she finished mixing a potion that had both blood-cleansing and pain-relieving properties and soaked a clean piece of gauze in the solution. Walking over to the bed of the Ravenclaw girl who lay, awake and silent, she prepared to clean the wound on her head before changing the bandages.

Mandy hated this time of morning. It hurt so much to have the bandages on her head replaced, but she knew it was a necessity. "...M-morning," she mumbled, as she felt the older girl come up to her. She still lacked proper vision, as she was without her glasses, but Steven had promised to bring them up the next time he visited.

Good morning, Maya said softly, carefully peeling away the old bandage and placing the sodden gauze on the wound.Collapse )

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June 25th, 1998 [26 Sep 2003|03:05pm]

[ mood | optimistic ]

(OOC: Happened last night. :D)

Lisa could hardly believe that the N.E.W.T's were to be written in a few days. Days. That was it. Seven years of schooling came down to this. And yet, she couldn't put her mind to studying that evening. She hadn't really studied, not since the battle the week previous. There was much to worry about besides studying now, although that was important for the seventh years. She came into the common room, having been kicked out of the Hospital Wing (where she had been to see Mandy) by Madame Pomfrey, who said that the other girl needed to rest. Ha. Like she doesn't do enough of that now.

"How is she?" asked Steven anxiously as Lisa entered the room. It has been over two hours since he had last been at Mandy's side, and he worried about her every minute. Nothing seems to really calm him anymore except someone saying "She's doing fine."

The same, Lisa replied, flopping down into the nearest chair.Collapse )

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June 25, 1998 [25 Sep 2003|11:53pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

He looked in the mirror and patted down his stubborn hair with a vengeance. It liked to do that every morning - stick up, that is - and every morning he went through the same routine: get up, yawn, stretch, smack down hair until it stops standing up so much. It took him nearly five minutes to do so this morning, and by the time he had finished, he was more than a bit cross.

Hair wasn't supposed to have a sense of humour!

Kevin finished getting ready (a sour expression on his face) and was walking out the door of his dormitory when something made him stop, his hand frozen on the doorknob. He had forgotten his bag! Laughing at himself, he got on his knees and stuck his arm underneath his bed, searching for it (as that was where it usually liked to hide).

Cursing as he jabbed his finger on something very solid that he wasn't expecting, he pulled his arm back out from underneath the bed. Stuck to it was a small object, which removed and nearly dropped.

It was a picture, not too old, of him and Su.

'Don't YOU look adorable,' a sweet, cheerful voice sounded... perhaps in his mind. 'Pouting up a storm. I think this was the time when I told you that I would not, for any amount of money, put on the evil orange raincoat.'

"The raincoat wasn't evil...technically," he found himself saying aloud, as if half-expecting the voice to have come, "and you look nice in orange. You looked nice in anything..."

'Not orange, not pink, not fuschia...' she ticked off breezily, 'Not lime green, either... although I don't think most people look good in that.'

Kevin laughed slightly. When did you wear lime green?Collapse )

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[24 Sep 2003|09:43pm]

[ mood | working ]

Bree Dunstan carefully walked up to the Defense Against the Arts classroom, clutching her recommendation papers tightly in her hand. Professor Warrington was probably the best recommendation she could receive aside from McGonagall's, whom she had already asked. Still, she stood, her heart racing as her nerves kicked in. Bree had gone over how she would be confident and loud and just ask politely and get it over with one thousand times between yesterday and today.

Professor Warrington was just about to leave the classroom for lunch when a shadow fell upon the open door. Looking up, he saw a Ravenclaw student, clutching a sheaf of papers in her hand and looking slightly nervous. "Come in, Miss Dunstan," he addressed her coolly, "Is there something you need to speak to me about?"

"S-sir . . ." she said quietly in her docile, timid voice. Her thin arms were pressed flat to her sides and her square shoulders tense. Her pale face turned slightly red as she took a deep breath. "I," she paused, then moved into her planned statement.

"I was hoping to be accepted to a Young Editors Internship at the Daily Prophet. But to be accepted, you have to receive two recommendations from professors that address your writing style and ability to compose mature and . . . and . . ." she paused again, before staring at the floor and then speaking again. "Intelligent essays, articles, and things of that nature. So . . . ."

As she trailed off, Warrington nodded, eyes still fixed on her forehead (since her eyes were downcast). "So, you're asking me to write out a recommendation for you, unless I'm vastly mistaken and you're just here to chat about your favourite Quidditch teams, the weather and the House Elves' excellent cooking."

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[24 Sep 2003|08:51pm]

At the end of the 7th years' Defense lesson, Warrington stood up slowly from his desk, and started to clear the chalkboards. The students, putting away their things, started to file out of the classroom.

Parvati closed her ink vial and put both it and her quill into her book sack, then put her text book away. She watched her classmates move toward and out the door. As she moved to follow Lav, and join in the innane conversation now that she and her former best friend had gotten over their differences, but she paused. "Go on," she whispered in Lavender's ear. "I'll be right out."

Lavender nodded, smiled (almost flirtatiously) at their professor, before latching onto Ron's arm and exiting the classroom. Warrington slowly turned around as he finished charming the blackboards clean, and looked at Parvati. "And how are you doing, Miss Patil?"

Parvati, unlike her mate, smiled genuinely at her teacher, putting down her things. "Surviving," she said honestly. "And you?" she paused, then added: "Sir?"

"The same," he replied, a slight (was that a smile?!) playing at the corners of his lips. "Alive, content not to see any more masked murderer types for the time being, and so on and so forth."

Chuckling, Parvati nodded. "I understand what you mean," she agreed. "I shall be happy not to have to run around the Great Hall and see to my . . . badly injured peers. So why in the world I'd go into Healing--" she paused and shrugged, then slid into a seat.

"Healing," he murmured, nodding slowly. "From what I've heard from a former housemate of mine, you've done quite well with that during the last week." One last time . . . including . . . The Talk?!Collapse )
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