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Who: Sookie Stackhouse and Max Montague (open to anyone who is in Bon Temps)
What meeting and talking
When: late Monday afternoon
Where: Merlotte's Bar & Grill, Bon Temps, Louisiana
Rating: tbd, probably PG13

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon ( on the rise*. )

Who: Narcissa and Bellatrix
What: Sisterly meeting, catching up
When: A week or so after the Bella/Roddy post
Where: Slytherin Common Room
Rating: Maybe PG-13 if they get to really talking about things.

( Bellatrix and Narcissa had not quarreled for quite some time. )

Who: Lily and Severus to start with, then any Marauders who want to join in and torment them >:D
What: Spending time together, and catching hell for it
When: A couple of weeks after the events of Lily's last post
Where: Grounds of Hogwarts
Warnings: None yet

( The past two weeks had been two of Lily's happiest at Hogwarts. )

Who: Remus and Sirius
What: Sirius needs Remus' forgiveness for the Whomping Willow incident
When: about a week after the incident, night
Where: dorm and undisclosed location
Status: Complete

( I cannot live without your forgiveness )

Who: Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy
What: Lucius daydreams of Narcissa, and she appears (no, not magic, coincidence lol)
When: Late evening
Where: Slytherin Common Room
Status: Complete

( She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies...* )

Who: Clarice and Hannibal
What: Hannibal sneaks into her house late at night, while Clarice is sound asleep...
Where: Clarice's house (I believe it's in Arlington, VA?)
When: Set in the Hannibal movie, the night before he is captured in D.C.
Warnings: Some language maybe, other than that, nothing... yet ;)

Clarice stood in her kitchen, dim from the scarce light of twilight, trying to decide which kind of whiskey she wanted to drink this evening. She settled for Ten High, the cheap stuff. Fuck it, she was just drinking to take her mind off things and hopefully sleep. She took a small whiskey glass out, shutting the cabinet with a slam. Just thinking the name Paul Krendler made her want to vomit.

She hated the thought of sitting at home, unable to do her job. This unjust suspension was not going to be easy, and she knew she had to play her cards carefully. But she was certainly still going to play, all right, FBI or not.

She carried her glass of whiskey with no ice into the living room and stretched out in the recliner, replaying the recorded dialogues with Lecter over and over in her head. Sometimes, they were all she could hear. Right now, she took them willingly as a distraction from the day's debacle. It did not take long for the whiskey to go straight to her head, causing her eyes to droop. Lecter's voice and his intense, blue eyes were the last things she thought about before she passed out, the empty glass still in her hand.