The Founders' Legacy - 1994

Who: Hermione and Neville
When: after dusk
Where: the astronomy tower
Rating: TBD

Hermione decided she needed extra study time. Astronomy wasn't a difficult subject, it was simply memorizing all of the planets and solar systems that seemed to give her problems. She'd gotten permission from Professor McGonagall to be out of bounds.

She was lucky no one else had ventured up to the tower. She set up her telescope and pulled out her papers and parchment.

Who: Millicent and Neville
Where: Outside the Potions Classroom
When: February 7
Ratings/Warings: PG at the most and Millicent's moody.

Millicent exited the classroom, smirking to herself. Once again, Longbottom's potion had turned out to be a complete disaster. At least this time it didn't blow up and end up all over half the class. And thankfully, Professor Snape's hair was no longer pink.

"Nice going, Longbottom," she snickered, giving Draco a wink as she passed him to head Neville off. "Learn to do potions in your sleep?"

Who: Severus and students
When: Week day lessons
Where: Potions Class
Rating: G


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Who: Neville and Hermione, randoms welcome
Where: Gryffindor CR
When: Today
Rating: PG

Neville looked over at Hermione. Normally she had about a hundred books out by now, deep in study. Instead, she seemed to be scribbling something on the back of an owl she'd received earlier. He turned his chair around, earning glares from those around them as the legs made a painful screeching noise, and peeked over her shoulder. "Who're you writing to?"

Who: Everyone
When: Friday, November 24, after lunch
Where: Hogwarts Grounds
Why: There be great winged monsters, m'dears

First Task of the Triwizard Tournament

McGonagall fiddled nervously with her cloak as she walked through the grounds down to the site for the first task. She knew what she was approaching but still the sound of the dragon roars made her nostrils flare.
Setting students up against dragons... really...
All around her students were talking excitedly, milling around as they discussed what the first task would be, until they turned the corner and faced the enclosures.



An eerie silence fell over the crowd at the sight, interspersed with a few screams, then a buzzing sound spread.

McGonagall frowned with annoyance as she passed a number of people discussing the Champions' chances of survival, then she finally made her way up to the part of the stadium which was reserved for the Hogwarts staff and judges. She settled with an annoyed huff right behind Moody who was humming some tune to himself.

Who: Anyone who would be at Hogwarts for Halloween
Where: the Hogwarts Great Hall
When: 1994, Halloween, suppertime
Mod note: Opening thread! Use it as you see fit. The more the merrier! (sorry to those who have adult pups--yours probably wouldn't be here. Feel free to post your own. At the Broomsticks, maybe?) Portions of this entry have been quoted verbatum from the original text


The Hall was eerily quiet. Certainly, no one had expected the Goblet to flare a fourth time. They also hadn't expected Dumbledore to actually pay attention to the fourth strip of paper that had floated down to him from it. Still, perhaps it should have been a surprise to no one the name that was called.

"Harry Potter."

All eyes turned to the pale, dark-haired boy who sat, frozen in place at the attention, and a flurry of whispers filled the room.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"