Mira couldn’t believe she was actually done. Officially done. Classes had been over for several weeks, but her capstone professor had given them some extra time to hand in their thesis papers. She had turned her final draft over not minutes prior though, and now it was all over. There would be no more academia. No more classes. No more study ( Read more... )

Reluctantly leaving her wand with the Potts woman who monitored the comings and goings of the MLE, Nazik weaved her way through the busy office in the direction the woman had indicated she would find Romilda's desk. It had been years since they'd seen each other and she was fairly certain the visit would not be greeted with enthusiasm, but there ( Read more... )

Natalie was out. Mac had come and gotten her, practically carried her here. A small group of the trainees and Aurors were at the Sticks tonight. Natalie had protested, but now that she was here, she was having fun. Hera Warbeck was playing. Well, Holly Warren, but everyone knew who they were looking at. The pub was packed. The group of them had ( Read more... )

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"But what does it mean," Hazel said, showing more annoyance than was usual for her as she sat back in the chair, throwing the owl back on the desktop. Arms crossing over her chest, she looked at Jonathan with stormy blue eyes.

Raising an eyebrow at his trainee, impressed with the expression of exasperation on her face, he shrugged his shoulders in a ( Read more... )

Leviticus Cohen was nervous.

Mad-Eye Moody had requested his presence in his office. He knocked on the door.

( It's not the Men's room at Arnold's. )

Hannah had already slapped several people on the arm for staring at Astoria Dolohov. Everyone seemed to know what had happened. No one was asking the other woman about it, thank goodness, but they were certainly staring. Hannah knew she probably would not want to talk of such things so soon. Hannah sighed and carried Astoria a beignet. Those were ( Read more... )

Megan approached the man slowly. She was in Hogsmeade in her Jane Gnomes suit. No one knew there was a killer mingling with them, in the bakery. He must be waiting for her. He was pacing the walk out front ( Read more... )

Jonathan and Hazel had arrived early, before the rest of the MLE and the whole of the Harpies would descend upon the brightly lit pier. He'd scouted the location the day prior, making sure he knew the exits from the popular tourist site, knew all the nooks and crannies that someone could hide in.

He'd contacted the ownership of the pier even, to ( Read more... )