Ginny crawled through the portrait hole, weary and tired. The night before with Fred had been fantastic, but even with the potion she felt a bit off. And she suspected, from the way he'd looked that morning, that he'd not actually taken a potion himself. Damn him. She smiled softly. He always had taken care of her. Well... when he wasn't turning ( Read more... )

The giggles from across the dormitory sounded like broken windchimes, and Luna smiled softly to herself as she continued to work on her parchment ( Read more... )

Minerva looked on as the Great Hall began to fill with students. The excitement of seeing friends again was tamed by the circumstances. Albus would have probably come up with some nonesense to make them smile, but that wasn't her style. When the doors finally closed, she stood up, not saying a word. The noise suddenly diminished until silence ( Read more... )

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: MINERVA MCGONAGALLDear Students ( Read more... )

In an exciting twist in our history, today all the League players will be on the pitch, fighting not for victory but to raise money for the victims of random crimes ( Read more... )

Posted June 22nd.

Ginny,

It's been a lovely summer for the most part, although since it's very early in the season I really do hope I find myself less bored within a few days.

I hope you are well. If you are not, then visiting you, which was my intention most likely would be a bad idea.Keep an eye out for the Longllygangers ( Read more... )

Neville could have gone back to the house at Grimmauld Place for the night. He could have gone home to Gran. He could have done a lot of things, before showing up for the Order meeting in McGonagall's office the next morning. But he was beginning to understand the magnitude of what he had taken on, and he had a lot more to do before he could ( Read more... )

Luna sat at the edge of the lake, watching the squid over an upside-down Quibbler glide slowly along the lake's edge ( Read more... )

A soft melody drifts through the white spaces of the hospital wing, barely enough of a whisper to wake even light sleepers. It is Luna's own creation, and her high voice holds the tune well, humming of butterflies and hurricanes and times brighter than the here and now ( Read more... )