I can't believe how many boxes we moved today... and I'm still not completely moved out! *rubs his face with his hands and turns to the potions equipment he set up in his room* Might as well do a bit of work on this... this counterspell. We agreed it's for the best to have it ready, at least. Give it a go.
( Working on the potion )

*drags his writing desk closer to the window and grumbles* Damn light sensitive materials... I get a little on my skin, and I can't be in any light but sunlight for twenty-four hours. It was just a dusting, and suddenly I'm a potential victim of spontaneous combustion. It's a damn good thing I love my job, for all it puts me through.*sighs and ( Read more... )

*dusts the dirt off his hands and sits back on his heels* *examines the gillyweed bush he's planted* Well, there you are, Professor. *addresses Minerva's grave* I thought the sort that grows would be better for you than the sort you drink... ( a few confessions. )

*in his bedroom, without a candle lit*
( When did I get so old? )

*notes that the shields still appear to be holding, and takes a quick break behind a Boulder, stretching out his legs and removing a flask from his hip pocket, uncorking it and taking a long drink of cold water*

Just when you bloody least expect it... Last night I'm halfway into a haze of firewhiskey, getting all soft about my little brother ( Read more... )

*sits at the scrubbed kitchen table, listlessly stirring a strong cup of tea with one hand, and tapping his quill against a copy of The Daily Prophet with the other ( Read more... )

*rests his back against a boulder, taking in the magnificent view of the valley that opens up before them, almost entirely white with ice*

( Am I crazy, or is it cold out here? )

*pushes aside the still-thick stack of banking parchments and unfolds an old copy of The Daily Prophet, instead ( Read more... )

( private thoughts )