*stares down at the raw, recently-turned earth, worrying her lower lip*

He said horrible things about the fact that I was with Harry and Ron.

He nearly destroyed my relationship with my parents.

We wouldn't have been welcome at his funeralBut he was still in Gryffindor with us, in our year...and that means something. And he didn't deserve ( Read more... )

*rubs her eyes tiredly* All right. That's three different kinds, all of which I can brew without a fully-stocked laboratory. If I go shopping in the morning....

*glances over at the note from Dumbledore, sitting on the desk next to her stack of notes*

Ypres. Why does it have to be Ypres?

( It's a sick joke, that's what it is. )

*slams down the morning paper* You brainless, slimy, hypocritical...ooh, you're making me wish that I'd kept hold of you back in fourth year. I should've just pinned you to a card and donated you to the entomologists at the British Museum!

*gets up and puts the kettle on, then starts to get out the ingredients for stew and sandwiches*

( Time to make something out of all this mess.... )

( List left on the kitchen table )

*grips the shoe she is brandishing more tightly* That had better be only a rat in the wainscotting...

*leans back against the lumpy pillow, huddling close to Crookshanks and trying to ignore the musty damp smell of the sheets*

( Cold and damp and musty and hollow...so hollow.... )

*turns down the covers, smoothing back the sheets*

Long day. Very, very long day.

( For all of us, at that. )

*dips her quill in the inkwell and stares down at a blank sheet of paper*

*begins to write*

( Dear Mr and Mrs Creevey... )

*stops short at the entrance to the Hall, bobbing up and down on her toes to try to see over people's heads*

This is hopeless, Ron, I can't see anything. Can you -- *turns round, only to discover that he's no longer at her side* Ron? RON!

Oh, honestly! We lost Harry in the crush, and now Ron's wandered off who KNOWS where, and what's the ( Read more... )

Let's see...I just have the dungeons to do, and then back past the kitchens to make sure that no one's trying to sneak something. Just because exams are over doesn't mean everyone can run wild. I'm sure I'll end up cleaning the common room when I get back, if only to make less work for the house elves.*pauses, hands on hips, to peer at the wall ( Read more... )

*laying in bed, petting Crookshanks and squinting against the brilliant sunlight streaming in her window*

( Thinking )