Late Monday Night - Edge of the Forbidden Forest (open)

[shagrid]

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

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[md_npc2]

Firenze halted as he heard the familiar sounds of Hagrid and the large boarhound approaching. The night was dark, the waxing moon and the brilliant stars hidden above a thick shroud of clouds. He gazed heavenward anyway, feeling the strong presence of the stellar bodies moving in such delicate symphony, out of sight, but not out of mind.

He threw a wary glance at the Forest, still forbidden for him as well, then looked forward again and started in the direction of Hagrid, walking slowly, but not particularly silently.

"Good evening, Hagrid." His calm deep voice sounded as he finally saw the half-giant only a dozen yards away.

[shagrid]

Hagrid saw the centaur's silhouette. Recognizing his friend he called, "Ayup, Firenze. How they hangin'?"

He took the bolt out of his crossbow and rested the stock on his shoulder.

"Seen anything interesting out here?"

[md_npc2]

Firenze stepped closer and looked closer at Hagrid. The man was searching for something, and not finding.

"Nothing out of the usual. The stars have not spoken to me lately and the moon... the moon was red yesterday. Did you see it bleed upon the clouds?" Once more he gazed at the heavy clouds above them, his tail flicking lightly as if he was bothered by flies.

The stars and planets were like flies, biting and snipping at his mind and always just out of reach, when he finally looked.

[shagrid]

Hagrid felt something unpleasant in his stomach. "The moon was bleeding?" That didn't sound good ... not at all!

"Does that mean a redhead is, is, ...?" Hagrid gulped against a suddenly tight throat.