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Owlery [18 Apr 2005|10:43pm]

sok_luna
[ mood | angry ]

Luna treds up the small, winding stone steps leading to the owlery, clutching her letter to her father in one hand, and her robes in the other. The wind is harsher up here, in the drafty tower, but she pushes on, desperate for some contact outside of Hogwarts. He has been feeling pent up for the past week; sure the school is vast and she can find places where she can go to be alone, but she longed for even just a short walk outside.

She pulls her robes closer to her slim body as she asended higher into the tower, her teeth chattering loudly. This weather is begining to become quite infuriating, Luna thinks bitterly. As she approaches the door to the owlery, she knows something very important is missing. She presses on, unable to shake the feeling that something is amiss. She places her hand on the freezing handle of the door and pushes it open quickly, eager to have any sort of contact with the outside.

Her heart is in her throat as she enters the tower room. The normal flurry of activity is non-existent; the usual sounds are silent. She walks along the wide row, normally full of owls of all types, but now, each perch is vacant.

Luna fights off the sudden urge to break down in tears. "No," she whispers to the empty room. Her fist tightens around her letter, crushing it in her small hand. She turns quickly, slamming the owlery door behind her, angry with whatever force was at work.

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Library (open to anyone) [18 Apr 2005|09:55pm]

sok_luna
[ mood | morose ]

Luna sits near the middle of a long table in the library, her various notes from fourth year Potions notes spread around her like a fan. She glances over her looping scrawl, frowning slightly. In the corners and margins of her pages, names like Luna Weasley and a picture of a moon with a plus sign and a picture of a weasel wearing a crown. She quickly jots down the information needed for a truth serum antidote quickly before she loses her place. She forces herself to ignore the scribblings, and continue on with her studies, but time after time, her eyes are drawn to the RW + LL = <3. She closes her wide, blue eyes, setting down her parrot quill she recevied from her father for her birthday this year. She brings up her fingers to her temples, and massages them lightly, trying to regain her focus.

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The Great Hall [15 Apr 2005|02:54pm]

turpin_turtle
[ mood | content ]

Lisa sits at the empty end of Ravenclaw table, drawing in her sketchbook, an arm curved around it to guard it a bit from prying eyes. She likes drawing in the Great Hall, when she can. Somehow it's just the right level of noise to help her focus. She glances up at the clock. Ernie should be out of Potions soon. She draws another curve on the page, and frowns when it isn't quite right . . .

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Library [13 Apr 2005|09:19am]

silly_abbott
Hannah sits alone at a table, puzzling at her Transfiguration essay. She's spent more time in the library lately, revising. Partly as a means to avoid Ernie, but she's realised she needs the quiet of the library to aid in her studying as well.

She looks between her book and her notes, then scratches something out on the essay with a sigh.

Will I ever understand this stuff properly?, she thinks to herself bitterly.
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Ravenclaw Common Room [11 Apr 2005|01:05pm]

sok_terry_boot
[ mood | bored ]

Terry looks out the window forlornly. It's been a week or more now of snow, and there's nothing to do but revise the same work over and over. Terry doesn't much like revising, so sometimes he just pretends to revise. He'd play a game, but he's sick of beating everyone in Ravenclaw at chess, and it's the only game most of his housemates will play, other than, "Find the Grammatical Error" or Charades, to which the answer is always, "Someone panicking because NEWTs are coming up and Merlin I'll never be ready!"

He covers a yawn with his hand and glances at Anthony Goldstein, who's sitting at the table next to him, writing frenziedly as usual, but who at least doesn't seem to be revising. Terry thinks Anthony is a decent enough bloke, much less boring than most of the blokes in Ravenclaw. At least he can talk about something besides NEWTs.

Terry twirls his quill in his fingers absently and stares at the page in front of him, but perks up when he hears the door.

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6th Year Slytherin Girls' Dorm [11 Apr 2005|11:54am]

madmillicent
Millicent sits on her bed, holding a mirror in one hand while she plays with her hair, trying out some new styles.

If anyone sees me like this, I'll hex them.

She brushes her hair, nearly dropping the brush when someone opens the door.

Great, just bloody great.

She hurriedly goes back to her normal style and looks up as someone enters.
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Potions Classroom [10 Apr 2005|10:22pm]

onyx_elixir
Professor Snape stands on the dais in the dungeon classroom, watching as the dismissed students leave hastily, eager to get away, just as eager, no doubt, as he is to be rid of them. All except one . . .

"Miss Granger. A word with you."
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Ravencalw common room [09 Apr 2005|08:51pm]

sok_luna
[ mood | empty ]

Luna bursts into the common room in one last burst of engery she had left in her. Once she turned the corner of the corrior where she was talking with Hermione, she had pushed herself into a full out run. Now she stops herself suddenly before she plowed right into surly looking 4th year, who was carrying a massive load of thick text books. She mumbles an apology quickly and turns to a velvety wing chair near the fire. She sits down stiffly, placing her book that was due in the library on the table next to her. She places her hands over her face, but she doesn't cry.

I shouldn't be this upset, she thinks, chastizing herself.

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Corridor near the Library [09 Apr 2005|03:42pm]

miss_bossyboots
Hermione walks down the corridor on her way to the library. She's got books to return in her arms and plans to check more out, especially hoping to poke about and see what she can dig up concerning the mark on Ron's arm. She's thinking about the mark, then her thoughts turn to Ron and unconsciously a smile appears on her face, her step becomes lighter, and her pace becomes a little quicker. Despite her happy mood, determination overtakes her, and she silently vows to stay in the library until she knows something more about that awful thing on his arm.
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In the library, far in the back . . . [09 Apr 2005|02:02pm]

sok_theo

Theo is sitting with his sketchbook in the back, drawing. Drawing is a skill he's been perfecting since he was young.


I wish I could be as dashing as I draw myself. I always look like some sort of hero or warrior when I do my self-portraits.


He finishes drawing himself and looks at the blank right side of the page that he left on purpose. He knows what he wants to draw, but he's hesitant. What would the harm be? he thinks. There's no law against it. I just can't let her see it. Ever.


Begins drawing furiously. He is very careful and precise this time, not leaving a single detail out. Quite a long time later, he finishes.


Well, he thinks, turning it at different angles to judge it, it's not half bad.


My artworkCollapse )

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Great Hall, Gryffindor table [09 Apr 2005|12:26pm]

sok_ginny
[ mood | sleepy ]

Ginny yawns as she pours herself a glass of milk. She was up late reading last night, and she promises herself she wont do it again - she knows the morning will drag along terribly.

Looking around for someone she knows, she spots Harry entering the Great Hall - without Ron or Hermione. There's a strange look on his face, but Ginny decides not to ask him what's up. She remembers Luna telling her in Library that Harry must have good reasons to keep things from them.

"Hi, Harry!" she says as cheerfully as she can.

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The Library [08 Apr 2005|08:28pm]

sok_zacharias
[ mood | flirty ]

Zacharias sits at a table in a quiet corner, watching Parvati take notes from a text book as she sits across from him. Slowly he moves his foot under the table until it bumps into hers. When she looks up he gives her a devilish grin and then goes back to pretending to study.

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Slytherin common room [08 Apr 2005|07:30pm]

slytherince
[ mood | disappointed ]

Blaise is sitting by the fire in the common room, his novel tucked under his arm and Gabrielle lying at his heels. His expression is solemn.

"I can't believe I haven't spoken to Tracey in almost a week," he says to Gabrielle, eyes fixed upon the blueish flames just along the floor of the hearth. I've never been so lonely, he adds silently.

Gabrielle crowls to him curiously.

"No," he says, shaking his head without taking his eyes away. "I can't just go talk to her about this one. We really . . . dug into each other this time. Neither of us left much room for apologies."

He takes up his novel, finally looking away.

"I just wish I could find a way to . . ." He sighs. "I'm not sure what I wish."

Opens his novel to the bookmark and picks up where he had left off the previous night.

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Hufflepuff Common Room [08 Apr 2005|04:36pm]

hufflefinch
[ mood | infuriated ]

Justin storms into the Common Room, pulling off his robe and throwing it onto a chair. He announces his presence to all of Hufflepuff with a shout. "Smith!"

He pulls off his jumper and loosens his tie, then proceeds to roll up his shirt sleeves so they won't get bloody. "SMITH!!" He looks at a frightened third year. "Where's Zacharias?" He scowls when she doesn't answer and stalks over to the bottom of the stairs leading to the boys' dorms, his face growing even darker when he hears footsteps descending.

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Gryffindor Common Room [06 Apr 2005|09:03pm]

hjp_gryffindor
[ mood | aggravated ]

Harry takes slow, uneasy steps up the staircase from the dungeons, not looking at the couple of Hufflepuff seventh years who pass him on their way to their common room. He doesn't feel like going back now, doesn't feel like facing Ron and Hermione after what he's just seen . . .

A memory, not something most people would consider particularly traumatic or troubling . . . but Snape knew. Snape knew how Harry felt about it, and had lingered on it, drawing it out longer than usual, watching Harry for long minutes as in his mind he sat on his bed at the Dursleys', just staring out the window that summer evening . . . wondering where everyone was. Why Ron and Hermione were together, without him, wherever they were. Why the letters came but no one said anything that mattered or meant anything.

And then the darkness that settled upon him when he found them together at 12 Grimmauld Place. They'd been together, everyone had, while he'd been stuck at Privet Drive, waiting, alone. The total isolation he felt when he realized that all that time they'd been together, Ron and Hermione, without him. If they weren't having fun, at least they weren't alone in Dudley's second bedroom, Cedric's death replaying over and over in their dreams . . .

He brushes the memory away. It isn't fair. It was more than a year ago now, and so much had happened . . . but Snape had made the memory fresh, like it had just happened, just then, that moment. He frowns grimly and speaks the password, stepping through the portrait hole and glancing around the room for his friends.

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The Library [12 Mar 2005|10:24pm]

sok_luna
[ mood | excited ]

Luna carries the large, dusty tome to the nearest table. Letting out a small grunt she heaves it on the surface of the table and sits down the in chair. Running her long fingers across the drity cover, she smiles placidly. She had been hoping the library hadn't gotten rid of this book. It was in ovbious need of repair; she would have to speak to Madam Pince about it's condition. Thankfully Professor Vector had given her a reason to check it out again. Since the book was so old and in such poor condition, the use of the book was restricted to those who required it's ancient knowledge for assignments. Luna wishes she could use it more. She felt like she went back in time each time she opened the cracking cover.

With great relish, she lowers her face towards the cover, and blows a great cloud of dust from the book. Groups of students nearby begin sneezing, coughing, and shooting dirty looks at Luna. As usual, she ignored them and smiled as she slowly opens the book.

I am an ancient witch at the birth of arithmancy, she thinks and goes to work finding the information she needed for her essay.

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Gryffindor Common Room - After Dinner [10 Mar 2005|04:56pm]

miss_bossyboots
Hermione walks into the common room with Harry and Ron. It had been a long day for all of them, but what Ron had showed her reminded her of something else they really needed to work on, the pendant. Part of her wonders if it wasn't Malfoy that sent it. She wears a troubled expression as her thoughts wander. Choosing a couch that's out of the way of the many students mulling about, she sits down.
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Slytherin Common Room [10 Mar 2005|10:25am]

sly_chaser
Adrian sits in the Common Room with Daphne after lunch. He kisses her on the cheek then looks up when someone else appears to be entering the room.
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The Enclosed Walkways Outside [09 Mar 2005|06:08pm]

gingercannonfan
[ mood | Mortified ]

After this, Ron runs.

He runs out of the hall and he's not sure really why or where he's going, but he shoves open the doors and runs outside, through the glassed-in walkways, where the snow is piled so high the courtyards can't be seen. And he runs, his pounding footsteps echoing, the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, the deep sounds of his breath rasping in and out seeming to surround him.

And he runs, until he reaches the end of the walkways, neard the bridge, where the snow has flowed and sifted in, blocking the rest of the way, and finally he falls against the wall and slides down it, gasping, trying to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around his knees, burying his head in them and wishing there were somewhere else he could run to.

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