Hey, don't mess around with my journal.

After situating Draco with the help of a highly displeased Severus - who needed a gentle reminder about past situations in which other young men asked for aid in face of dire consequences of their actions - Albus spent the dinner hour, with his staff, dear friends all. He manages to make Minerva laugh not just once, but a few times over the course ( Read more... )

Every night since the battle, Albus Dumbledore's sleep has been filled with dreams of people and places that are no longer. He's dreamed of friends lost in the past few weeks and of friends and family dead for years upon years. His dear Cordenia has appeared the last three nights, as she looked when he met her at age twenty. She's asked him each ( Read more... )

The day after Black Sunday, Albus Dumbledore sits at his desk and does a great deal of staring into space. It's been a long, dreadful morning as more names of those lost the day before steadily stream in ( Read more... )

*It is a beautiful day for Quidditch. The day is bright and warm, a promise of the summer to come. The stadium is packed with excited magic users from all over the British Isles, as well as a good number of Italian supporters ( Read more... )

Owl post to Tonks:

Dear Nymphadora ( Read more... )

*Albus is sitting at his desk, finishing up his paperwork for the day when he hears the stairs. He looks toward the door.*

*Albus sits at his desk, completing yet more sheaves of endless paperwork. He hears the spiral staircase activate and as the door to his office opens, he greets Minerva without looking up.*

Afternoon, Minerva. How are you this fine afternoon?

*Albus sits at his desk, writing a letter. In between carefully chosen words, he reflects on the recent happenings concerning certain pockets of time and space at the end of the universe. It would perhaps surprise Minerva if she knew that he had frequented Milliways once upon a long time ago. He has a feeling his was an earlier, slightly ( Read more... )

*Albus Dumbledore sits at his desk, awaiting a surprising, but not altogether unexpected, visitation from one Blaise Zabini. Severus had arranged the meeting, warning him all the time of this boy's possible ulterior motives. Albus had smiled and nodded, waving Severus's worries away. He had a feeling about why Blaise wished to speak with him. ( Read more... )