Ticking Noises!
Saturday, October 3rd, 2009Did you all enjoy our first social? We hope so!
Want to relive seeing the committee sing the Mysterious Ticking Noise? Of course you do.
Enjoy.
Did you all enjoy our first social? We hope so!
Want to relive seeing the committee sing the Mysterious Ticking Noise? Of course you do.
Enjoy.
Draco Malfoy was lost.
His original bet with Pansy had gone seriously askew as it was apparent that he was lost in Muggle London. His frequent swearing kept gaining his some strange glances off some of the Muggles, yet a slight sneer in their direction had them quickly looking away.
Harry walked down the corridor and entered the library. Even though it was late and starting to get dark, there was no way anyone could miss the large, half-giant Hagrid blocking one of the aisles in between the stacks at the back of the library. As Harry approached unnoticed, he saw that his large friend was intently reading a book called Exaggerated Dragon Encyclopaedia. The book was emerald green with the title embossed in silver in a somewhat seductive-looking font. Underneath was a picture of a dragon that appeared to be trying to seduce the onlooker, although he couldn’t be certain as he had never seen quite a sight before.
The weather outside was blowing a gale, the windows were howling as snowflakes battered at the glass. Sat on the sofa, before a blazing fire were two men, one with dark hair and glasses, the other with ginger locks and a peculiar looking jumper. Hermione, Ron’s wife, had been taken, grudgingly, to the Boxing Day sales; two for one on buzzing brooms – who could refuse? That left the two men babysitting or, as was happening, drinking their way through the Yuletide Mead.
Hermione Granger rose furiously and glared at Ron with intense venom in her eyes.
Neville sighed heavily. Much as he loved Hugo and Rose, the company of two small children for two nights in a row was slightly boring.
Meetings of the Hogwarts school governors were never pleasant affairs. Despite the tea and biscuits that were provided, there was nothing quite like the company.
Yesterday, everything seemed for easy. It’s a cliché, and normally he’d hate that, but the usual thing about clichés is that they’re so fucking true. In his head, he can still see the way they were. There were going to be perfect – well, maybe not perfect – but they were supposed to fit. Remus and Sirius. The two canines. Two Marauders. Light and dark, two Gryffindors from opposite backgrounds who will just go off and have puppies together, beaten only by Romeo and Juliet in the whole romance games.