DADA had been interesting as usual. Justin made a mental note to ask Ernie to practice those defensive spells. Now that he had a boyfriend who was even in the DA, too, they didn't need to wait for the DA meetings to practice ( Read more... )

Hagrid leaned against the shovel and took a break to watch the sunrise ( Read more... )

After seeing Mrs. Davies and the youngest daughter off, Albus sat back down and banished the used teacups to the kitchen, two new pairs appearing in their place.

He penned a quick owl to Remus.
( Owl to Remus )

Justin took a deep breath and knocked at the door. When he heard a "come in", he entered the cluttered but cozy office. ( Good morning, Professor Sprout. )

Hagrid frantically pulled down dead turkeys and moldy old smoked hams. He yanked open his cupboard doors and rooted around deep within with his huge fingers, pulling out old bags and boxes and bowls of dried up outdated potions, medicines, hedge witch cures, dried herbs, eggs, food pellets, and whatnot. His search led him to crouch down and reach ( Read more... )

Hagrid patrolled in the darkness with Fang at his side and a loaded crossbow in his arms. His thoughts circled his large slow giant's mind, growing blacker and deeper as did the night. It reminded him of four years ago when this same girl went missing and the school was about to be closed. It reminded him of another girl, found dead in a toilet ( Read more... )

Albus sat back in his chair with a small sigh. The small informal gathering of the Wizengamot had evolved into a fully fledged meeting before you could say Fizzing Wizbee. And now he was hopelessly behind on his correspondance and he had an appointment with Hagrid. He decided to wait with the mail until tonight, that would be early enough. He would ( Read more... )

Hagrid walked the giant sized wheelbarrow up to the owlery. Shovels and brooms were already up there, as well as buckets and running water. He chuckled to himself at how, once again, Filch got himself out of cleaning the owlery, one of the few chores that needed to be done without magic. Since it was night, most of the owls were out hunting or ( Read more... )

"Mr. Finch-Fletchley, a word?" Professor and Head of HufflePuff House Sprout called to the blonde scamp. When he approached, she cast a privacy bubble around them so that no one else could hear their conversation.

"I understand from Mr. Filch that you were out past curfew last night. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

( Owl to Professor Hagrid )